Ancient 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.

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

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.

နာမည်အပြည့်စုံကို မရေးထားဘူးနော် အရင်တစ်ခုနဲ့တူရင် စာတင်ရခက်လို့ပါ

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• This is my first book on Wattpad hope you guys like it ☺️~ Top : Taehyung bottom : Jungkook . . jisoo :- don't lie don't you like him ? Taehyung :- ....... Don't talk anything !! Taehyung 💬 :- No i won't let history repeat again !! ______________________________ Taehyung :- I just believe what I saw !! Jungkook :- YOU BELIEVE WHAT YOU SAW THAN CAN'T YOU FUCKING SAW MY LOVE (shouting out of his lungs while crying ) Taehyung :- ..................... • This story originally mine, not copy from anywhere 🫶❤️..... ( all pics use in story are from pinterest )

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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.

In this sequel to 'A Christmas Carol', teenagers with attitude, stringent ideologies and possible delusions of grandeur are pitted against a wily opponent, Santa Claus, who may or may not be taking over the world, a fact that these kids resent, because it's their world to take over! Ebenezer Scrooge is also still hanging around and might just be a vampire.

Eddie, Carly, and Theo had always felt the absence of their estranged father, a gap that lingered in every unanswered question about their past. But nothing could have prepared them for the day they met the man with the offer. He was tall, shadowed, and unsettling-his voice smooth, his eyes knowing. Yet his proposition was irresistible. He handed them a strange, weathered book, its pages shimmering faintly, each chapter devoted to a different time period. "This," he said, "will guide you." Before they could refuse, he led them to his dimly lit house, where time itself seemed to bend. Inside, they met the others: Natasha, a calm yet powerful figure who could move objects with her mind, bend energy, and take to the skies; Keturah, a wise and surprisingly eloquent tiger; and Prince Rutherford, a knight whose courage seemed carved from legend. Alongside them stood Garry the troll, whose immense brute strength was matched only by his unexpectedly sharp wit; Ludicure, a wise old yet powerful elf with a superhuman intellect and the rare ability to read minds; Midnight, a dillegent and brave unicorn with the ability to cast many difficult spells, and Frances, an ordinary mom, whose presence hinted that courage did not always come wrapped in legend. All had been summoned for the same purpose. Across five distant eras-Ancient Egypt, the Renaissance, Ancient India, the Aztec Empire, and the Viking age-lay five gems. These gems, once gathered, would complete the Crown of Pearls, an ancient artifact with power to stop the Dark Lord: a rogue time traveler determined to rewrite history by erasing pivotal events. The group would leap through time, facing peril, uncovering secrets, and forging fragile trust. For Eddie, Carly, and Theo, the journey was more than an adventure-it was a chance to understand courage. Because in a battle where time itself is unraveling, the past is not just something to visit.

Everyone fears the ancient creature trapped in the forbidden forest. That's why the knights have come to kill it. Maera Solene Wyld has never been what her coven wanted her to be; she was too volatile, too angry, too weak to carry her mother's legacy as the most powerful witch alive. Her magic fractures instead of obeying, her temper burns hotter than her spells, and for almost ten years, Maera's nights have been haunted by dreams of a stranger who feels like the missing half of her soul- when dreaming itself should be impossible. When knights march into the cursed woods close to her coven's Sanctum, Maera begins to suspect the creature they hunt is tied to the strange dreams and warnings that have followed her for years; connections she doesn't yet understand- and saving it means turning against everything she was taught to fear: monsters, fate, and even herself. Hunted by her kingdom, betrayed by prophecy, and driven by a rage she can barely control, Maera must choose whether she is a failure of her bloodline... or something far more dangerous.

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

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.

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

With dragons long gone from the Overworld, what are their variants meant to do? Hide beneath the ruins of a forgotten age? Fight for a world that no longer remembers them? Or fade quietly from the realm they once called home? Born from two and guided by neither, a child must learn to survive without answers. As she forges her own path, she is forced to decide what it means to belong, and whether saving herself will cost everything for the people like her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is a book that I have thought about publishing, it is my first official finished product. Any grammer/spelling corrections, feedback, and theories are welcomed. A chapter will be uploaded when I believe it's ready, hopefully, I'll publish at least one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: This story is inspired by Minecraft. It started as a world I built in survival mode. I am not affiliated with Microsoft, and this is not official Minecraft lore.

Two worlds collide to give rise to something so devastatingly beautiful.