

Freya Lyon is the Nine-Tailed Fox who has protected the Noxen kingdom's royal family for five hundred years. To repay the founding emperor's kindness, she guards the kingdom's fortune at the cost of severing her tails nine times. On the eve of her final blessing ceremony, she disperses her powers as the ritual requires, only to be publicly blocked, humiliated, and beaten by the arrogant and jealous Consort Jynna, who even destroys the blessing token, causing celestial anomalies and destabilizing the kingdom's fortune. Though the royal family knows her true identity, suspicion and selfishness prevail—under the incompetent King Cedric Grant and the Empress Dowager's indulgence, they repeatedly harm her. Freya grows cold toward the corrupt Grant descendants but still remembers the innocent commoners, using her remaining power to bear their suffering. Finally, after her powers recover, she reveals her true immortal might, quells the rebellion,and punishes the treacherous.

I needed money, so I sold myself to that cold, handsome man for seven nights. He left behind a black card and an ice-cold eggshell, then vanished. Three months later, a doctor found six coiled serpentine shadows inside my womb. I discarded every trace of my identity and fled to a snowbound cabin, hoping to stay alive. But the day I gave birth alone in a blizzard, what crawled out weren't monsters. They were six babies with golden slit pupils who called me "Mama." My children were not priceless treasures. To the powerful guys, they were research subjects. To the other species, they were "filthy half-breeds." When cold needles pressed against all six of my children's chests, I heard the blast door torn from its frame. The man who had vanished three years ago stood in the smoke. Six golden threads glowed from his palm, each connected to a child, and black blood still seeped from the wounds he'd torn open breaking through the blockade. "Get your hands off my family."

Cross was a mocked orphan who awakened only an F‑rank useless Titan and was expelled by all… until he unlocked the Titan System, awakened the fierce beasts Nidhogg and Fenrir, and gained the devour power—grow stronger by consuming every enemy. Now his old bullies return to provoke him, and the demon army invades the world. From zero to 3S supreme genius—can a former trash rise to claim the Titan God throne?

"The Bluefeather sisters, Lyla and Sera, married into the Phoenix royal family and gave birth on the same day. In her previous life, Sera, the First Prince Kyle, and the Phoenix Queen stole Lyla’s pure-blooded golden phoenix egg while she was weak after childbirth, replacing it with the gray crow egg Sera had laid. Lyla was therefore branded an ill omen. Her husband, Rainer, was framed and tortured to death while trying to save her, while Lyla was thrown into the Demon Territory by Sera and died horribly. Only after becoming a ghost did Lyla learn the full conspiracy: Kyle was not the Phoenix King’s biological son, and the egg swap was meant to hide his origins and seize the Phoenix throne. Lyla was reborn three days before giving birth. She immediately crushed her summoning pendant to call Rainer back, but Sera, Kyle, and the Queen joined forces to stop him, causing her to go into labor early. After Rainer returned in time, Lyla protected her golden phoenix egg. She then used fetal phoenix blood to temporarily disguise Sera’s gray crow egg as a fake phoenix egg, making them take it away willingly and exhaust their magic to hatch it. At the grand hatching ceremony, a gray crow broke out of the shell, publicly exposing the secret of Kyle’s impure bloodline. Rainer was immediately named Crown Prince, and Lyla’s true phoenix was also born before everyone’s eyes. After the Queen’s faction was destroyed, Sera and Lyla’s biased mother still tried to take revenge using dark powers, but battlefield guards killed them. In the end, Rainer inherited the throne, and Lyla became the Phoenix Queen. She rejected the father who only tried to approach her after she rose to power and protected the home that truly belonged to her, her husband, and their child. "

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking.

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking.

When the apocalypse arrives and Rosie Dixon is moments from death, a figure cuts through the horde with terrifying precision. The Zombie King's crimson eyes find only her: come with me. It takes her a beat to realize the most powerful undead creature in existence is Henry Miller, the boy who has quietly loved her for years. The horrors don't stop there. At the Miller family villa, his elegantly undead parents offer her raw meat and call her daughter-in-law with impeccable manners. Then her academic advisor calls with the real news: the cure requires the Zombie King's genetic material. Have a baby. Save the world. Rosie looks at Henry—cuddly and clingy by day, lethal and devoted by night—and opens a dating tutorial. First: win his heart. Then: handle the apocalypse.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Kaelen, appeared before me with his childhood friend, Roslyn. He told me Roslyn got pregnant but she didn’t have a mate yet. If the Wolf Council finds out she’s pregnant out of wedlock, she’ll be banished from Dawnlight Pack. He asked me to renounce tomorrow's Marking Rite of my own accord — to leave a letter telling everyone that I had been the one to break our mating vows. To appease me, he placed the one-of-a-kind Luna Crown in my hands and made his promise: "Once Roslyn and her pup gain a foothold, I will sever the bond. You will always be my fated mate." From the moment we first found each other, Kalen had been my entire world. I had once taken a poison-laced blade meant for him, and had purged every traitor from the pack on his behalf. For five years, I had never once doubted that what we had was real. But now, at last, I understood — I had loved the wrong person. I gave a quiet nod. Then I picked up my phone and sent a single message: "Dad, I'll be home in three days." What Kalen did not know was that I had never cared about the title of Luna in the Dawnlight Pack. Because I am the only daughter of the Lycan king.
![[ENG DUB] As a Zombie King in Apocalypse, I Adopted a Sovran Daughter](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
The apocalypse struck, zombies overran the world, and Riven Hoyle awakened as the Zombie King with a secret system, feared overlord of the undead. But in the ruins, he found a tiny, cute baby... who's secretly Elara Harvey, the reincarnated human empress Sovran!Now, the aloof Zombie King dotes on his adopted daughter, leading millions of corpses to raze the wastelands, all to protect her.Meanwhile, the infant Sovran hides her sharp claws beneath swaddles. When a monster becomes a doting dad,and a baby ruler starts to flex her power, the end of the world is about to get wild.

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.