Ancients Stories

Shen Zhenyu lived four years in the apocalypse, until his best friend's betrayal sent him back into ancient times. Waking up in the body of a loveless boy, with the same name and appearance as his own, he readily decided to settle in this world full of life. Baobao's cheeks would redden every time he saw his handsome new neighbor, but as a Ge'er without a dowry, it was impossible for him to marry such a man. What he didn't know was that Shen Zhenyu's eyes kept following him. This is an ancient village story. No Imperial Examination. No moving to town. If you guys like it, please don't forget to vote! Cover image: Xi Gang (1746-1803), Mountain landscape with pavilion, Qing dynasty. Public domain. Source: Cornell University Library Digital Collections.

[Wife-Protecting Maniac + Group Favorite + Feel-Good Story] Her white lotus younger sister stole her engagement and even sent her to a profligate as a plaything. She turned and climbed onto her imperial uncle's carriage, her eyes dazzled by his immense merit. He was dying, and she happened to be able to cure him, so the two hit it off immediately. Once the imperial decree of marriage was issued, with the Prince of Jin as her backing, she immediately launched a series of scum-abusing actions. Scummy Father: "Our family has no money!" She casually confiscated the entire family's assets, reclaimed her birth mother's dowry, and made them eat dirt. Scummy Sister: "The Second Prince likes me!" She pulled out her stepmother's deed of sale: "What to do? Your mother is my mother's servant, so you're a servile-born daughter." Emperor Emeritus: "You cannot be this princess consort; my son's fate cannot withstand you!" Prince of Jin: "How could my princess consort bear to be the death of me?"

Eleanor a 30 year old (pervert) business woman who hasn't had a boyfriend in more than 8 years suddenly dies after being in a car accident on her way to a blind date. But, upon her death, she is given the choice to transmigrate into different online novels to beat the female lead.

ကုလန် x ချန်ရှင်း ( Reading list ထဲ မထည့်ပါနဲ့ရှင် )

နာမည်အပြည့်စုံကို မရေးထားဘူးနော် အရင်တစ်ခုနဲ့တူရင် စာတင်ရခက်လို့ပါ

In order to redeem my missing memories. I need to do a mission and that is... Making the male leads fall for me. (If this by any chance, is the same with other word hopping stories. It is purely coincidental and you may message me for further questions. Lovelots!)

There are tyrants, there are monsters, and then-there is Lilith D'Aragon. She is no queen of mercy, no ruler of benevolence. She does not inspire devotion-she demands submission. The world does not love her, but it bows to her, and that is far more satisfying. Love is fleeting, fragile, pathetic. But power? Power is eternal. Her beauty is a deception, a mask woven from silk and shadows. Beneath the delicate veneer of porcelain skin and lips stained the color of spilled blood lies something cruel, something merciless. Her laughter is sharp as a blade, her whispers more dangerous than war cries. She does not offer kindness; she offers domination. To defy her is to welcome ruin. She builds empires with one hand and burns them with the other. Her throne is not made of gold and jewels but of spilled blood and shattered bones. And yet, among the thousands who tremble before her, there is one man who does not. Cassian Vale. He does not fear her. He does not worship her. He does not kneel. Instead, he hates her. With a fury so intense it burns hotter than any fire she has ever seen. His every glance is filled with loathing, his every word a rebellion against her rule. He would rather die than serve her. So, she does not give him death. She gives him something worse. She takes him. Not as a servant. Not as a knight. But as hers. His hatred is irrelevant. His will means nothing. He can glare, fight, and curse her name for eternity, but he will never escape her grasp. Because Lilith D'Aragon does not lose. And Cassian Vale? He was hers the moment she decided so. He can hate her all he wants. As long as he never forgets who owns him. She possesses him. And Lilith D'Aragon never loses what belongs to her

ကျောက်ကျန်းအန်း x ကျုံးဇစ်ချီ

(Previously named Constellations. Sirius and Regulus younger's sister.) FMC x Theodore Nott The Romance is not centric, it is a sub-genre! This book focuses more on the Dark Pure-blood society and Political aspects and Drama of their world! Stars and their growth ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Walburga Black never thought of herself as a bad mother, why would she really? She trained her children to be the picture perfect pureblood descendants they are. Knowledgeable and obedient, powerful and strong. Even though, her methods may not agree with most, they worked. And in the Most Ancient and Noble House of black, the lines between dark and light magic, may blur, if it gets them where they need to be. ────୨ৎ──── Lyra Melania Black- daughter, sister, and a member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Nothing more than a pawn in a game. Another burning star, in a bigger constellation. But stars grow, some collapse, and some shine. And some stars burn brightest just before they break. ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Marauders Era: IN PROGRESS -Childhood: Completed -Pre-war: Completed -First wizarding war: In progress -Post war: TBD Harry Potter Era: TBD Pre-war Second Wizarding war Post-war

ဧကရီရဲ့ဒုတိယအကြိမ်ရှင်သန်းခြင်း စာရေးသူ၏အမှာစကား ရှုယန်သည် သူမ၏ ဖခင်အရှိန်အဝါကြောင့် ချစ်ဦးသူနှင့် လက်ထပ်ခွင့်ရခဲ့ပြီး ပျော်ရွှင်သောဘဝကို ပိုင်ဆိုင်ခဲ့သည်။ သို့သော် ထိုအချိန်မှစ၍ အရာအားလုံး လွဲချော်ခဲ့ရသည်။ လက်ထပ်ပြီး ၅ လအကြာတွင် သူမ၏ခင်ပွန်း ဧကရာဇ်ကို မြုံသွားအောင် ဆေးခတ်ခဲ့သည်ဟူသော စွပ်စွဲချက်ဖြင့် ကွပ်မျက်ခံခဲ့ရသည်။ ကွပ်မျက်ခံရပြီးနောက် သူမသည် သူမ၏ သစ္စာရှိအစေခံလေး ဘေးတွင်ရှိနေသော အိပ်ရာထက်၌ ပြန်လည်နိုးထလာခဲ့သည်။ [ ဤကဲ့သို့သော ဝတ္ထုအမျိုးအစားများကို နှစ်သက်သူတစ်ဦးအနေဖြင့် ကျွန်မကိုယ်တိုင်လည်း တစ်ပုဒ်လောက် ဘာသာပြန်ရေးကြည့်ဖို့ ကြိုးစားထားခြင်း ဖြစ်သည်။ မျက်နှာဖုံးပုံမှာ ကျွန်မပိုင်ဆိုင်ခြင်းမဟုတ်ဘဲ AI ဖြင့်ဖန်တီးထားခြင်းဖြစ်ပါသည်။ ဒါဟာ လုပ်ကြံဖန်တီးထားတဲ့ ဇာတ်လမ်းတစ်ခုဖြစ်လို့ တစ်စုံတစ်

This story leads us in time before time, world out of the world, but still in the world. Prepare yourself, cause maybe, just maybe, you are the one to begin the mass discovery in the history of the history of the Universe.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ When towns burn and little, powerful babies spread over the world like the flu, you know it's the age of the Greek gods. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Welcome to 'Stories From Above' where I tell you adventures of true heroines and heros, and even gods. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

She's a figure of vengeance, a shadow stalking her prey. Her name screams a chilling echo that shatters the silence. He who is driven by the need to uncover an ancient mystery. Two souls, bound by opposing yet intertwined destinies. Paths that are destined to cross. How can two souls, driven by such opposing forces, possibly navigate a path that is destined to bring them together without shattering the very world they inhabit? AETHEREA: Death Whisperer Status: On-Going

A boy with no magical power in magic realm? It's not just sounds odd but terrifying too. Getting bullied, cursed and even blamed for something he didn't meant to do. Vashu was the boy who get all of these just cause he wasn't one of them. Yet, he kept his kindness for all, until one day things got real. A seven years old loosing his patience nothing new but that making him leave his house wasn't imaginable even anyone's widest dream. His journey began since that very incident and later, he submitted himself to a greater good not carrying about the people and their opinion. But, to accomplished his mission, he had to hide his real identity, lie to his family and friends, explore the magical places he only read about in books and scriptures. Will Vashu be able to complete his mission? Will he able to save the people of magical realm? What exactly he is his mission? What the danger that he can't tell anyone about? Read the story to explore the magical realm you have never witness before. Be the part of Vashu's journey and help him unfold the mystery of something unknown. #magicalpower #adventure #romance #fantasy #love #mystery #fiction #magicalcreature #magic #war #god #deity #goddess #culture #imagination #kids #devil #demon #godvsdevil #goodvsbad .

"You don't even know who I am," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. "And you don't know who I can be," she fired back, her eyes burning with defiance. A love forbidden. A history buried. Two kingdoms on the brink of war. But fate doesn't forget... and neither does the past.

Pokémon: Spirits and Shadows In the mysterious Zanara Region, the balance between the living and the dead is crumbling. When young trainer Kusa receives a spirit Pokémon as her first partner, she's pulled into an ancient mystery tied to forgotten promises, haunted lands, and a growing threat beneath Mount Kage. With the quiet and analytical Sora at her side, the two must uncover lost truths, solve elemental riddles, and gather the gemstones needed to protect both worlds-before the seal that holds back the spirits breaks for good. Credits: GL2 (because I'm bad at drawing), the official Pokémon series that inspires me. Also this Pokemon fanmade series is based on Japanese, but some aren't accurate so please don't be mad at me :(

Klaus and Christy Mikaelson, along with the Mikaelsons and companions, are in the middle of both supernatural and mythological worlds as both tries to destroy or cause trouble and danger.

Before crowns claimed heads and before borders claimed earth, the world stood upon two sacred foundations: 'knowledge and power', both bound by one eternal law: 'Dharma'. From sacred fires rose the Brahmins, custodians of mantra, memory, and cosmic law. They were the keepers of sound that shaped creation, the readers of stars, the interpreters of destiny. Their strength was not in the arm, but in the word; not in the sword, but in the syllable. Empires did not command them; they sought their guidance, for even kings require a path, and Dharma is the only road that does not crumble. From oath and steel arose the Kshatriyas, sentinels of order, throne, and earth. They were the shields between chaos and civilization, the hands that bore the weight of consequence so that law might endure. Their strength did not lie in speech, but in resolve. Peace endured because they stood where others could not, bearing the weight of duty so the world would not fracture. So long as knowledge walked beside power, Dharma shone whole But time remembers what men try to forget. Something shifted. Something unatoned lingers in the silence between chant and command. Something unseen now walks where harmony once lived. Thus spoke the ancient seers, "Dharma falls not in tempest. It recedes like the dying sun, slow and silent, until shadow crowns itself sovereign." And the ancient warriors had declared "When Dharma wanes, deeds do not halt... they simply forget what truth once guided them." Now the sacred and the sovereign no longer stand as one. Words are doubted. Oaths are weighed. Silence has replaced trust, and the air itself carries the echo of something once broken yet never mended. The ancients foretold that when Dharma trembles beyond recall, destiny does not descend with thunder. It arrives quietly. For when knowledge stands against power, the world divides. But when knowledge stands beside power... the world is reborn.

In the narrow, shadow-drenched alleys of the Frankfurt ghetto, Mayer Amschel Rothschild looks at a weathered red shield and sees more than a family crest-he sees a global empire. While the kings of Europe fight with steel and gunpowder, Mayer arms his five sons with something far more lethal: information, credit, and an unbreakable blood oath. From the smoke of the Napoleonic Wars to the glittering, dangerous ballrooms of London and Paris, The House of Five Arrows follows the meteoric rise of a family that went from outcasts to the world's silent bankers. As the brothers spread across the capitals of Europe, they must navigate: • High-Stakes Espionage: Racing against time to deliver gold to the front lines. • The Weight of a Legacy: Keeping a secret network alive while the world watches their every move. • The Price of Power: Deciding if the family bond is stronger than the lure of individual glory. The world thinks it is run by crowns and scepters. They are wrong. It is run by the ledger.

in which Yoongi is a hybrid, a possession, an award among the royal class which were nearly at the end. Only few royal blood who are the inheritance of ancient Kings and Queens. These creature are the rare being of this world which make them stand out the others but everything comes with a price. Being in a human dominated world they had no choice but to give in. Well, thats it...or perhaps, is it? . . . GO FIND OUT!! •••