Noble Stories

After unknowingly returning to her original world, she awoke in the frail body of a girl she recognized-a semi-villainess from a novel fated to die by her own son's hand. Unwilling to face such an end again, she resolved to sever her engagement with the crown prince, certain he despised her. Yet her sudden boldness-her unflinching gaze and daring words-shook the palace. Those who had once dismissed her began to watch closely; those who scorned her now whispered with intrigue. Prince Acacius, who had regarded her as nothing more than a pawn, found himself captivated. The more she slipped from his control, the more obsession rooted in him-and when he saw his half-brother Theodore with her, jealousy twisted into poison. Theodore had never cared for Lavinia, but her sharp tongue and strange humor pierced through his indifference. Seeing Acacius's temper flare whenever she laughed only spurred his amusement-and his resolve to claim her. Then came the saint Clotilde. She concealed a zeal no scripture could tame. Unlike the princes, her desire was not rivalry but possession. She wanted Lavinia all for herself. Even her brothers, who had long stood at the edges of her life, now hovered near, unsettled by the fire that had awakened in her. What had changed? Why did the world suddenly turn around her? Lavinia herself did not know. She only knew this: she would not bow to the cruel fate the novel had written. This time, she would carve her own path. TW UN-EDITED

______________________________________ |[ This is a cross between MTP X TCF ]| Live With You | Moriarty The Patriot X TCF | |🤺|💂🏻|🏛️ | MTP X TCF | 🏛️|💂🏻|🤺| |✨|👑|🌟| By Lux Luminosa |🌟|👑|✨| |•☀️•| This story contains illustrations that I drew 🌠 _______________________________________ ✒️📌📍‼️ANNOUNCEMENT‼️📍📌✒️ I, THE FANFIC WRITERS AND STORY WRITERS, LUX LUMINOSA, ANNOUNCE THAT I DO NOT WRITE STORIES ON ANY OTHER APPS ‼️ PLEASE DO NOT READ ON OTHER SITES‼️ THE FANFIC STORIES THAT I WRITE ARE ONLY ON THE WATPAT APPLICATION, I DO NOT WRITE STORIES ON OTHER APPLICATIONS ‼️ ______________________________________ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑑. ______________________________________ 👩🏻‍🦰🤺🕵🏻🎩🤵🏼🤵🏻🏛️⛲💎💡👒👡👜👠 ______________________________________ 📍 The cover image is my own drawing. 📍 Please don't promote ‼️ 📍 Give stars and comments 🌟⭐✨ 📍 Teen friendly reading ⭐ 📍 DO NOT READ IT ON OTHER SITES. 📍 HAPPY READING ❕❕❕ ______________________________________

Wouldn't be strange if suddenly you die and get transported in something new? Well... I have. Getting reincarnated as a supporting character and a side role villainess was bad enough, not until I realised it was a trashy Bl novel I read in my past life as Han Suryeong. It's simple to think about it, trying to avoid unnecessary involvement in the original story isn't it? And perhaps I was mistaken. Sighh... Tell me I've tried my best, but getting sucked up into various problems have done enough. It's a pain in the ass if the original protagonist male leads of the original novel suddenly gets interested in you. Getting reincarnated as Cellestia and dying a pitiful death by the hands of the original Male lead, who was barely seen was already brutal. I'll just avoid death flags and live a peaceful life right? 𝙀𝙙𝙞𝙩: 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙥... 𝙄𝙩'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ ՞𐦯

*𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮. 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮.* Avyanna has spent her entire life knowing exactly who she is supposed to become. Perfection itself. And she was scarily good at it Born the eldest daughter of one of the most powerful wizarding dynasties in India, she was heir to a legacy built on wealth, influence, and magic, unlike anything the wizarding world has ever seen. And her birth only solidified it more. As an Elementalist capable of commanding fire, Avyanna possesses a power that made her family untouchable. impermanently. But she has never been particularly good at following the rules. When she leaves her family's shadow behind and crosses the Atlantic to build a life of her own, the last thing she expects is to meet Credence Barebone. Quiet. Frightened. Misunderstood. A boy carrying a darkness far greater than anyone should have to bear. As Grindelwald's influence spreads and the wizarding world edges closer to war, Avyanna must decide how much of her power-and the legacy she ran from-she is willing to unleash, in order to protect the people she loved. Because sometimes fire does not destroy the darkness. Sometimes, it teaches the darkness how to become light. And perhaps, somewhere between the dragon and the phoenix, two broken souls were always meant to find each other.

WARNING: This story does contain topics like self harm, grief, and other equally sensitive topics. You have been warned. Julien-Clément de Mirabel is a 1796 french nobleman from Strasbourg who got conscripted into a war he never wanted to fight in. Follow his story and how he grows as a person as he is forced to eat, sleep, live, fight, die, and grieve with the peasants he thought so little about in his life prior. I'm a first time writer and I have dyslexia. This story is made without AI except minor spelling checks. Every word written on these pages were typed out by my own fingers. Julien-Clément de Mirabel is heavily inspired by furry character Edgar Doré Goupil by Tatujapa. They are both blonde foxes with long hair, play the violin, and are french noblemen. For the rest they are fundamentally different characters. If you want to search up art from Tatujapa and you are under 18, be warned that he does make explicit art. And for the record: I am not a furry. I just think writing anthropomorphic characters would make my story much more unique and memorable.

In a world where strength is everything, the weak are destined to be abandoned. Lucien Vale, the talentless young master of the fallen Vale family, becomes the laughingstock of the nobility after losing his fiancée and failing to awaken any real power. Desperate to change his fate, he performs a forbidden ritual connected to the legendary Lost Atlas. But the ritual goes horribly wrong. When Lucien opens his eyes again, a different soul is staring back from within his body-one far colder, far more calculating, and far more dangerous than the original owner ever was. Armed with the mysterious Lost Atlas and a soul-devouring system, the new Lucien begins his rise through hidden relics, ancient inheritances, and merciless ambition. Because in this world- only monsters reach the top.

"He loves the girl I am when I am free. He hates the monster I am forced to be." Princess Aleandrina was born into a bloodline feared by history. As a princess of the Erithes dynasty, she carries the burden of an ancient force capable of unraveling life, kingdoms, and even reality itself. Entropy. To the world, she is nothing more than the masked daughter of the tyrant who plunged an entire continent into ruin. But beneath the crown, she longs to be someone else. As Aleia, she discovers quiet fields, ordinary laughter, and a freedom she was never meant to have. More dangerously, her fate got entangled with Raphaiel-the commander leading the rebellion sworn to destroy everything her family stands for. Raphaiel despises Princess Aleandrina with every fiber of his being. Yet he cannot stop falling for the nameless girl who makes him believe the world can still be kind. He believes he's choosing between his enemy and his heart. He has no idea they're the same woman. But blood remembers. As ancient mysteries awaken, forgotten legacies resurface, and Entropy begins to consume more than its bearer, Aleandrina must decide whether to inherit the future her father has written... or destroy the very bloodline that created her. A sweeping gothic fantasy about identity, inheritance, impossible love, and the devastating price of choosing who you become.

'𝑺𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆.' But not Casanna, the sole heir of the Duke of Rosemore. She refuses to be what society expects her to. She rejects its standards, defies its traditions and breaks every expectation placed upon her. She simply refuses to be dictated to. All she ever wanted was to live at her own pace, to honor her family's legacy while quietly fading into the background. 'Not just a rose with vivid petals and thorns but something far more.' However, peace always demands a price. What seemed like a simple dream becomes far more complicated when she meets someone who mirrors her own fire, someone who will challenge her heart and change her forever. Someone who has the same temperament as hers. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. ❁✿❀✾❃

An alternate version of Wolf's Rain. The legend of the wolf and how it's connected to Darcia. Memories fill a dying wolf's mind as another wolf tries to find purpose within the pack.

Magic comes in cards. One use. One chance. Common, Uncommon, Rare, Legendary, Mythical. Adventurers hunt monsters for Card Shards, nobles build libraries of magical treasures, and kingdoms wage wars over cards powerful enough to change history. Marvin only wants to leave his small town and discover the world.

A town beset by goblins and unexpected foes, a murderous cult, a clan of ogres, and more assault Varisia. Meanwhile an evil from a time long ago behind to stir. Can the heroes of Sandpoint stop the Rise of the Runelords. Part 1: An attack by goblins leaves the town in need of heroes. Can these heroes stop Sandpoint and its citizens from becoming Burnt Offerings? Part 2: People are getting murdered, their corpses decorated with a distinctive seven pointed star. Can the party solve the Skinsaw Murders? Part 3: The rangers of Fort Rannick have gone silent, a development that doesn't bode well for the region. Can the party avenge the Hook Mountain Massacre Copyrights to Paizo are included on the first page In trying to remain true to the source material, I will not water down some scenes.

After dying in an accident, Y/N reincarnates as the previously nonexistent triplet sister of Aisha and Aida Dimoche. Remembering the original story, she is determined to change their tragic fate. But as she grows into a brilliant heiress and transforms the Dimoche family, she soon realizes that her actions have changed the story far more than she ever expected.

❗𝖧 𝖨 𝖠 𝖳 𝖴 𝖲 ❗ "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵." Jungkook Caesar von der Palzgraf, the heir of the Palzgraf family. He is praised as an 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 in this world, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦. The public was set abuzz by the news of the recent serial murders and attempted murders, and all of them were done by this seemingly 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 young lord. 「 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸'𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴. 」 「 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗲. 」 「 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸'𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 - 𝟵𝟮% 」 Only I could know - that the world I'm living in right now is a crazily ridiculous horror game. ______________________________________________ PLEASE DO NOT VOTE This story is not mine. It is only an adaptation of the original work. All credits belong to the original author and translator. I do not claim ownership of the story, characters, or plot.

When her vain younger sister throws a fit to reject an arranged marriage to the "uncivilized" East, Roséanne Densmore takes her place without hesitation. As an extra in a world she doesn't realize is a novel, Roséanne ignores high-society drama and focuses on the only thing that guarantees survival: absolute legal and financial independence. Expecting a timid, obedient bride to silence his pushy, blood-obsessed elders, Marquis Lazarus Severighe is instead greeted by a woman who hands him a rewritten agreement on her very first day. Recognizing each other as brilliant, pragmatic equals, Roséanne and Lazarus form an untouchable alliance-joining forces to outsmart and completely dismantle the arrogant clan members trying to control the Eastern domain.

She was never supposed to be seen. Not by the palace. Not by a prince. Not by a court that had already decided what she was worth before she spoke a single word. Mi-ran tends palace gardens in Joseon-era Korea, her mind sharp as any scholar's, her world deliberately kept small by people with every reason to keep it that way. When a lantern festival puts her face and a crown prince's gaze in the same moment, something begins that neither of them is permitted to name. The court will not allow it. Lady Seon-mi will not allow it. Tradition, hierarchy, and centuries of rigid certainty about who belongs where will not allow it. They will do more than refuse it. They will attempt to end it. What follows is not a fairytale. It is an exile, a transformation, and the long hard road back to a palace that does not know what it is looking at when she walks through the gate. Mi-ran returns from the Ming Dynasty not as the gardener who was sent away but as something no one prepared for. The court that destroyed her built the version of her that will take them apart. But love was never the only cost. The people she loved paid portions of what she owed. The grief she carries is real and it does not dissolve in triumph. The man who signs her exile order loves her. Both of these things are true. Some love stories end at the altar. This one is only beginning there. A historical interracial romance set between Joseon Korea and the Ming Dynasty.

For centuries, every heir of the Black family has undergone the Soulmate Rite on their seventeenth birthday-an ancient blood ritual said to reveal the one soul destined to stand beside them. No one questions the magic. No one questions tradition. Until Orion Black's ritual goes horribly wrong.

In the Kingdom of Elarion, magic is earned, not given. For thirteen-year-old Aurelia Valeron, the pampered and notoriously lazy daughter of a powerful duke, becoming a magician was never part of the plan. Aurelia had always envisioned a much simpler future-one filled with comfort, freedom, and as little unnecessary effort as possible. While others spend years training for the chance to awaken their Veyra, Aurelia somehow accomplishes the impossible- She awakens in her sleep. Suddenly, her carefully imagined life of leisure is slipping away. Forced into magical training, academy life, and a world dominated by the powerful Arenari, Aurelia can only watch as lessons, expectations, and responsibilities begin piling up around her. But a Veyra awakened without effort may not be a matter of simple luck. And as Aurelia is reluctantly pulled deeper into a world she had been perfectly content to avoid, she begins to discover that there is far more to her awakening-and to herself-than anyone expected. ~~~ Publishing Schedule: Thursdays & Saturdays ** Just a story I'm writing for fun~ Hope it makes you laugh lots, because that's what it's for~ ♡ ** **Note** the first few chapters are info heavy but it gets better after.

The Erenhal Tales I After dying in the modern world, she wakes up inside the very novel she once read. Trapped in a world of nobility, betrayal, and romance, she quickly realizes something horrifying, she is not the heroine. She is the villainess. The very woman destined to fall. - The story is written in taglish.

i lay there, hopelessly surrounded in a black haze. my eyes are deep, blue, and sunken in. my whole body is breakable, a body of glass. my husband, duke seibert, went to war. a gruelling war against our neighbouring country, he is said to have fought against the nations prince. there was little hope. despite his power, there is no doubt about the fact, he will fail, and he will die. i never believed it, i prayed and prayed and held my hands together, blindly hoping that my husband would march through the duchys gates, unharmed; but after weeks turned into months, and months turned into years, my body caved in. i stopped eating, i stopped moving. i felt nothing but undeniable sorrow. it's been 3 years, and finally, the few soldiers returned from battle - and the duke wasn't with them. the news spread quickly around the castle, as i lay hopeless. my whole world has broken apart into tiny splinters, one splinter of hope, and one splinter of sorrow. wich one will pierce my skin?

Humans and monsters aren't the only races. But there is something we cannot understand, neither through study nor through spiritual means.Humans and monsters aren't the only races. But there is something we cannot understand, neither through study nor through spiritual means.