The universe had many names for the end of things, but She preferred the one that tasted like copper and old velvet- La Muerte.( La Muerte means Death in Spanish) She was not a skeleton in a shroud, nor a weeping spirit. She was a masterpiece of cold, lethal elegance- Goddess of DEATH -For a hundred thousand years, she ruled the Underworld, judging the wicked with a razor tongue. Sassy in silence and witty in cruelty, she found kings' desperate pleas far more amusing than saints' silence. But La Muerte had a secret, buried beneath layers of divine frost. Once, she had been mortal. Once, she had bled, loved, and been broken so thoroughly that she chose the throne of Death over the agony of living. That lingering shadow of humanity drew her to the Di Carlo palace twenty-six years ago. Allies of demons, they paid their debts in blood. On a night when the moon hid from the earth, La Muerte stepped into the chamber of the dying patriarch, Sebastian. Sabastian didn't ask for his life. He pointed to a cradle. He offered his soul-in exchange for the protection of the last Di Carlo heir.. With a flick of her wrist, she infused him with her Blaze -a fragment of her own primordial power. It would act as a shield, a weapon, and a curse. "I will name him Lucifer," she had whispered. The deal was simple. One day, she would return to reclaim it, leaving him a hollow shell to be dragged into the abyss. Lucifer Salvatore Di Carlo grew into the very monster she had designed. He was the "Devil of the modern Mortal World," a man of savage intelligence and chilling detachment. He did not love. He did not show mercy. He took what he wanted-and the world knelt in terror. But the Blaze had done something La Muerte had not foreseen. It had created a resonance. Now, the clock has run out. She had returned to the mortal world.She expects a man to beg for a few more years of sunlight. Instead, she finds a king who has been waiting for her with a throne built for two.

"There's a crazy monster in the North. It's best you don't cross the people there." Ravenna is the crazy monster. She once lived as the foolish villainess who chased the Crown Prince, envied the Saint, and turned the empire against her. When she was imprisoned, the only person who showed her mercy was the Northern Duke, who freed her. Only for him to be assassinated by the imperial family. On the day she dies from a mysterious, incurable illness, Ravenna begs for just one more chance. And when she opens her eyes again, she is back in time, standing in the courtroom where she is being accused. This time, instead of begging for the Crown Prince's love, she chooses to marry the Northern Duke. Everyone thinks she is still the jealous villainess. No one knows she remembers the future. No one knows she is dying from an illness. But they will know, she is here for the most cruel and wicked revenge.

In her boring day to day repeating cycle of life, finally, her wish came true, but sadly she became a hated character by the readers, an antagonist, villainess, and the most wicked woman in the story, THE Cynthia Vae Dalaris. How will she live her new transmigrated life? !!! THE COVER ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, CRDTS TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST OF THE COVER !!!

"Barefoot, she fled to a world severed from me. I let her vanish. I let her hide. I let her chase the illusions of freedom, for I know that when her feet tire, when she collapses to her knees, I will always be there to cradle the bruises on her ankles . . . and bind them the same." • • • • • He once held her like a sacred secret, until she learned the curse was him all along. And when his demons drenched her in red, there was nothing left to do but let the consequences storm. In a fractured world reeking of sin and blood, there are no winners- only ruin. A prophecy waits to wake in the hands of the girl who shapes an Arcane's obsession. But little does he know: she has memorized the spine and gravity of what makes his marrow breathe. And if he dares to cage her now, she will twist the chains of their fate until they cut into his own flesh. The only problem? The bastard will endure it with a smile. If not, then carve himself a little deeper just to be closer to her heart.

Vivianna de Ashbourne the Villainess who lived true to her title, was envious and ruthless, if she wanted something she would have even if it means someone losing his life, just as the Crown prince of Gretia Kingdom who caught her eyes but was taken away by her own sister who returned not long ago. The true villainess Vivianna was, she didn't even spare her own blood, her younger sister Sophie de Ashbourne, poisoned her tormented her and in the end as always just like in the stories the villainess was defeated In another word executed. Guess the gods enjoyed her story but didn't like it's ending so they gave her a new chance, same life but just a mature mind In a much smaller Viviana. Stay and enjoy the journey of our beloved villainess Vivianna de Ashbourne. NOTE: First time writing so don't expect much and if you don't like it well I can't do much about it..it contains some strong language so read it if you are comfortable. *The pictures are from Pinterest and not mine.*

She was the villainess who died loving the wrong prince. Now? She's got one rule: NO MORE ROYALS. In her first life, she was hopelessly obsessed with Duncan Davenford, Crown Prince of Ashtor. She chased him, humiliated herself, and turned into the girl everyone loved to whisper about. The villainess who fell too hard and crashed even harder. But fate gave her a second chance. This time, she's staying far away from the palace, the crowns, the drama and especially from heartbreak. All she wants is a peaceful, prince-free life. Too bad the universe is a troll. Because now there's another Crown Prince. He's cold, quiet, and way too attractive for her own good. And worse? He doesn't look at her like she's the villain. He looks at her like she's the story. And maybe this time, she is. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ Book Cover Illustrated by Mitoxicity Art Date Started: July 22, 2025 Status: On-going

© moonpsyche_, 2025. Original Work. Plagiarism is Prohibited. Akira "G6" Gemstone was an assassin known for two things: her ruthless efficiency and her secret love for tragic romance novels. But in a twist of fate she never saw coming, she's reincarnated as the very villainess she once mocked-Reise Worthon, the Wicked Rose. Doomed to a life of heartache and a swift, painful end, the original Reise's story was a tragedy waiting to happen. But G6 doesn't do tragic endings. Armed with a killer's instincts and a temper sharper than any blade, she's about to rewrite this story and cut anyone who gets in her way.

After ending her life to escape relentless bullying and emotional exhaustion, a nameless girl awakens in the fragile body of a six-year-old noble child. But this isn't a second chance-it's a new hell. She has been reincarnated into the body of the West Duke's hidden daughter, a child locked away in the basement, neglected and abused by the very family meant to protect her. Isolated, bruised, and numb, she accepts her fate in silence. But fate shifts when the feared and mysterious North Duke visits the West in search of an heir. Amidst a sea of noble children, it is the broken girl with dead eyes he notices. Something in her stillness, her silence, her scars - calls to him. What follows is a slow-burning tale of healing, power, and the struggle to find a reason to live again - in a world both cruel and magical.

They once called her the Mad Dog of the South - the spoiled, short-tempered daughter of Duke Mortane. Feared by nobles, hated by the people, and foolishly obsessed with the Crown Prince who never loved her. Betrayed by her uncle. Framed by a false saint. Abandoned by the man she destroyed herself for. She died cursing her own foolishness... until the gods granted her one final mercy- to return to the past, one year before her ruin. This time, she'll play their game with her eyes open. She'll protect what's hers, crush those who deceived her, and rise from the ashes of her former self. Because this time... the villainess doesn't seek redemption-she rewrites her story.

LIMINAL - existing in between states (identity, family, morality). Between who you were told you are and who your blood insists you've always been. That's how Mazikeen feels. Liminal. Mazikeen has never belonged to anything except survival. Raised without a family, without a past she trusted, she learned early not to care about things like lineage or home. Those were weaknesses. Sentiment got you killed. Then a car crash rips the truth open. She isn't an orphan. She was stolen. The De Luca family-powerful, dangerous, and sworn enemies of the world that raised her-didn't even know they'd lost a daughter until years later, when her face appeared beside Mara De Luca's. Her mother. With no certainty and nothing but blood tests and instinct, they searched anyway. They never expected to find her so many years later. They never expected to already know her. Because Mazikeen has crossed paths with them before. She's fought one of her brothers more times than she can count-both of them trying to kill the other, never realizing they shared the same blood they drew. Now she's forced to live under the same roof as him. Alongside a father she doesn't know, and four brothers who don't know what to do with her. And the worst part? She fits. But the life she came from doesn't let go so easily. Her past stalks her like a shadow, violent and familiar, and Mazikeen finds herself unwilling to outrun it. Torn between what she was shaped into and what she was meant to be, she remains suspended in the in-between. Liminal. And if she has to choose, she's not sure she wants to be saved at all.