

Pregnant Phoenix was stunned when her husband Adam's ex, Miranda, appeared with a child. The shock turned to devastation when Miranda pushed her down the stairs; Adam believed Miranda's lies and abandoned his miscarrying wife. Unbeknownst to them, Phoenix is a billionaire heiress and the world-renowned artist Angel. Now, Phoenix discards her disguise, ready to claim her power and exact vengeance.

Throughout the world, the dragon vein originates from Cabona.Above Cabona is the Heavenly Palace, which carries the will of heaven and governs the dragon vein. It's the most mysterious place within Escadia's territory.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

Seraphina, a six-winged Seraph, was framed by her adoptive sister Aurelia and brutally slaughtered by demons in the Abyss. Seven days after her death, her spirit watched as her parents busied themselves with their adopted daughter, utterly indifferent to her disappearance. By the time they finally discovered that the mangled remains belonged to their own biological daughter, Seraphina had already vanished, consumed by despair. Her hatred coalesced into her return as Astrea, the eight-winged Angel of Judgment; she turned the tables on her tormentors, exacting a retribution a hundredfold for the abuse she had suffered. With her vengeance fulfilled, she transformed into a star, and the power of her eight wings chose the orphan Lilith to carry on the legacy of hope.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

Alina, the true Windsor heiress, lost at three, was replaced by Angela. Found years later, Alina faced Angela's schemes and family alienation. After a tragic death, she was reborn, left the Windsors, and forged her own path. The family, through coincidences, realized her true love and regretted their actions.

Nolan Lawson, past fifty, never expects a second chance—until a mysterious system restores his youth in a world torn by war. To survive, he strikes a deal with the gravely wounded General Harper Hartwell. Harper, disguised as a man, slips into the army camp with him. From farmer to fighter, Nolan begins an extraordinary rise to power, carving his path in the chaos of a broken land.

"In my past life, I married the golden Seraphim heir Jax, bore his white-winged son who became Sovereign, and was burned alive by my jealous sister Bellatrix. Reborn on the day of the Rite of Union, I watched Bellatrix steal Jax again and beg me to step aside. Our father sided with her as always. This time, I refused to play the victim. Instead of choosing the powerful Seraphim, I married Damon — the despised, “poor” heir of the Shadow Demon clan that everyone mocked. Bellatrix laughed at my “terrible” choice and proudly announced her pregnancy within months, flaunting her future as the mother of the next Sovereign. But I knew her dirty secrets. My peaceful pregnancy became her nightmare. When her monstrous, multi-fathered children were exposed, the Seraphim clan turned on her. Jax abandoned and tortured her. In her final madness, she tried to kill my babies. She failed. I watched her die screaming, just as she once watched me burn. Now, with my children safe and my revenge complete, the heavens call me back as the Shadow Saint."