

In my past life, my entire family doted on Lilith Hale, the adopted daughter they had cherished since she was a little girl. And me? I was Nora Hale, the Alpha's biological daughter. I had gone missing as a child and grown up away from them. But when I finally came home, they treated me like a stranger. My fated mate, Oakley Grant, said, "Lilith is the only one in my heart. You're nothing but a tool for this arranged bonding." My brothers, Matthew and Adam Hale, said, "Lilith is our only sister. You don't deserve that title." My birth parents, Jackson and Sara Hale, said, "Lilith has always been frail. Can't you just let her have her way?" In my past life, I did everything I could to please them, hoping they would help pay for my foster mother, Vivian Moore's treatment. I swallowed every insult and gave up my dignity. But in the end, the only person who ever loved me still died in that hospital because I couldn't pay her medical bills. After that, I was sent to a psychiatric hospital. In the end, I took my own life. Then I woke up on the day of my marking ceremony. A voice rang in my head. "Mayhem System activated. Cause mayhem, and the Host can earn up to ten billion dollars in rewards!" I smiled and kicked over the champagne pyramid beside me. Glass shattered, and wine splashed everywhere. Raising hell? That's my specialty.

Vivian Hale transmigrates into a novel. She is assigned one goal—irritate the tyrant emperor badly enough that he puts her out of her misery, collects her hundred million, and goes home. She schemes, she provokes, she causes chaos at every turn. The Emperor just laughs, pulls her closer, and absolutely refuses to cooperate. What she doesn’t know yet is why. Adrian Kingsley has died and been reborn three times, watching her meet the same terrible ending each time, and has spent every subsequent lifetime dismantling the forces that killed her before she even knows they exist. When the truth finally surfaces, he takes her face in his hands, eyes red, and makes her one quiet promise—his life for hers, every time, as many times as it takes. Vivian, who came here to die on purpose, finds herself suddenly and inconveniently unwilling to lose him.

My husband brought home a set of triplets and insisted they were mine. I rushed to get a DNA test done overnight, and the results proved that none of the three children were related to either of us. But my husband lost it. He slapped me, called me disgusting, and forced me to sign the divorce papers, leaving me with nothing. Furious and shaken, I went to my best friend to vent. But the second she saw those three children, she grabbed the fruit knife from the table and slashed my face. “If you dare say they aren’t yours again, next time, I won’t stop there.” My chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. That night, I bought a ticket and fled back to my parents’ house. I cried as I told them everything. But after hearing me out, they grabbed a garden hoe and beat me to death. Even as everything went dark, I still couldn’t understand why everyone was forcing me to accept three children I had never given birth to. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband first brought them home.

Will Quinn, the legendary world class magician, is assassinated mid public performance. His soul travels across time and awakens inside Noah, a bullied ten year old illegitimate son of the powerful Blackwood noble family. Retaining all of his peerless magic skills from his past life, Noah steps forward during a high stakes magic duel for the sacred Phantom Stage against the hostile Graves family. To unmask the masterminds behind his murder, he pretends to be Will Quinn's secret apprentice and issues a public challenge to all top ranked magicians at the Global Magic Championship. The fake God of Magic Cassian Frost and the corrupt Council of Magicians take the bait one after another. Drawing on his intimate knowledge of magic mechanisms, Noah dismantles deadly traps and uncovers the dark truth: the Council ordered his assassination because they feared his unyielding independence. He defeats the evil cabal, exposes their crimes, and reclaims his rightful glory. He reminds the whole world that true magic belongs to everyone who still believes in miracles.

In our pack, every wolf has one chance in their lifetime to use an enhancement elixir to strengthen their wolf abilities, but this elixir is only effective when brewed by oneself. In my previous life, although I was a normal Omega, I worked day and night brewing my wolf enhancement elixir to become the Gamma of our pack. But on the day of the selection, after I shifted into my wolf form, I completely lost control. My wolf immediately prostrated itself at the feet of Victoria, the current Beta's granddaughter. Amid the cheers of the entire pack, Victoria became the new Gamma. Meanwhile, I was beaten and ridiculed. Everyone claimed I had stolen Victoria's enhancement elixir, which was why I couldn't control my wolf. They cut off both my hands and threw me into a silver mine. I died in excruciating pain in that silver pit, my very bones corroded by the silver. Until my dying breath, I couldn't understand—how could the elixir I brewed myself make my wolf submit to Victoria? When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to one week before the Gamma selection of the pack. This time, I gave up my right to compete and entered the forest alone to train for battle. Beta Richard stood at the empty doorway of my house, questioning me through our mind-link about why I was leaving the pack at such a crucial time. Meanwhile, I was removing my protective amulet, shifting into my wolf form alone to fight in the territory of the Rogue wolves.

As purebred humans, my sister Lily and I arrived on the Beastman Continent with the Breeding System, meant to help the beastmen breed and secure their future.. The system offered two talent trees for us to choose from. Lily hated the idea of pregnancy, so she jumped first and picked the low-tier talent: Surrogacy. I got stuck with the high-tier one: Litter of Many. We ended up mated to the wolf alpha and the tiger alpha, respectively. Lily had a wandering heart and secretly slept around with all kinds of beastmen behind closed doors. But she was terrified that getting pregnant would expose her affairs, so she kept using her Surrogacy talent on me. Over and over again, I was forced to birth litter after litter of low-grade beast pups. The whole continent was buzzing with rumors about me—that I'd spread my legs for anyone. My so-called mate, the wolf alpha Tyron wouldn't listen to a word I said. He called me cheap, a slut, a whore. Every time I gave birth, he'd kill the pups. In the end, I was tortured to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the system was activated.

After his first love died, Oscar hated me for ten years. I tried everything to soften him. Nothing worked. "If you really want to please me, go die." The words cut deep. But when the riot came, he threw himself in front of me and was hacked down where he stood. He stared at me as he bled out. "If only… my fated mate hadn't been you." At his funeral, his parents wept. "We should have let him be with Catherine. We forced him to marry her, all because of that damn prophecy." Windvale Pack lived by prophecy. Years ago, the Seer had foretold that if Oscar didn't take his fated mate as his bond-mate, disaster would fall on the pack. I was that fated mate. But now, everyone wished I never had been. Even me. I was driven from the funeral, hollow. Then the Moon Goddess descended. She offered me a chance—ten years back—on two conditions. I would not become Oscar's mate. I would prevent Catherine's death. I said yes without thinking.

The world's laws have collapsed—life is a living hell. The man who once threw me into the abyss… I will make sure to take everything from him. Those women from the past? Now they're just points in my game. I'm Finn Carter. Reborn, I claim the fallen as my prey—and in this apocalypse, I make the rules.

Professional male model Nathan Reed transmigrated three years ago into a world where humans and ghosts coexist. To survive, he returns to his old profession as a mortuary model for the dead. He even binds himself to multiple ghost wives just to stay alive. But an unexpected incident pulls him into a dungeon competing for national fortune, and the dungeon boss turns out to be one of his bound ghost wives.

A wandering fortune teller foretells that Emma and her sister Rachel will each give birth to a reincarnated demon and angel. In their past life, Emma raised her demon son into a Harvard prodigy through painstaking devotion, while Rachel's angel daughter grew timid and mediocre—the sisters, torn apart by their children's unequal success, fell to their deaths in a brawl. Reborn, an unwilling Rachel knowingly insists on swapping the fetal souls with Emma. Emma plays along, raising her sweet, well-mannered angel daughter Lily with care, while Rachel blindly spoils her demon son Bruno. Growing up tyrannical and reckless, Bruno spirals into ruin—killing his own father and assaulting others. Realizing he is beyond saving, a remorseful Rachel ends her monstrous son's life before leaping to her death. Lily, meanwhile, flourishes and enters Harvard. Angel or demon was never fate—a child's life is shaped by how parents raise them.