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Ghost in the palace

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 167.9k Views

I’m Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!

Yuuta Konuari was the weakest, most average guy on Earth. Barely scraping through college. Working a part-time job. Growing up in a quiet orphanage with no family to call his own. Life was simple. Predictable. Lonely. Then fate played a cruel game. One night, he dreamed of a woman. A stunning, powerful Dragon Queen from another world and he slept with her. The dream felt so real that he woke breathless, but he convinced himself it was nothing. Just his lonely mind playing tricks. He forgot about it. He moved on. He continued living in silence for Five year. Until she showed up in his room. Erza, the Dragon Queen, crossed worlds to find him. She brought a child with silver hair, tiny wings, and red eyes that looked exactly like his. A little girl who called him "Papa." She gives him one year. One year to prove himself worthy of being her mate. One year before she kills him for tainting the royal bloodline. Yuuta should be terrified. He is terrified. But he has never had a family before. And Elena with her wagging tail, her boundless curiosity, and her absolute certainty that Papa can fix anything has already claimed his heart. On the surface, this is a story about a mortal man who somehow won the heart of an ice queen. A slice-of-life romance about cooking, dancing, and learning to be a family. It is warm. It is tender. It is the kind of story that makes you believe love can conquer anything. It is not. Beneath the surface, something else lurks. A secret buried in Yuuta's blood. A past he was forced to forget. A truth that connects him to the very monsters hunting them. The scars on his back are not from childhood accidents. The nightmares that wake him screaming are not random. And the woman who swore to kill him is beginning to realize that the mortal she despises is not the villain she imagined. He is the victim. The forgotten son. The boy who was never meant to exist. As enemies close in from both worlds, Yuuta must uncover the truth of his origin before it destroys everything he loves. He does not have magic. He does not have power. He has only his hands, his heart, and the stubborn refusal to let go. He doesn't need to be a hero. He just needs to hold on. But holding on may cost him everything. Join DragonVeil Discord: https://discord.gg/Z97qm22k2Q
Ben_Lies · 1m Views

Gilded Ashes

"You will suffice." That's what whispered in Raizen's mind the night a Nyx slaughtered his village - right before the creature dissolved into golden ash at his feet. He doesn't know what spoke. He doesn't know why it chose him, or why it led him to an unconscious girl in the forest with no memory of who she is. All he knows is his parents are dead, his home is gone, and he's too weak to do anything about it. So he runs to the only place that'll take him: the Underworks. An underground city of rust and desperate souls living below Neoshima's gleaming walls, where Nyx hunters - Gravers - buy chipped weapons with their last coins and drag themselves back from contracts with missing limbs. Where a few come back and most disappear in the dark alleys. But Takeshi - a scarred veteran and legendary assassin with a mechanical arm and a wall full of mysteries - takes him in. Gives him a roof. Gives him a chance. Introduces him to the Rust Room, where a former Phalanx warrior named Kori teaches him the deadliest of weapons are nothing without the deadliest of techniques. Then Takeshi gives him a choice: stay in the Underworks and become another Graver with a death wish, or aim higher. Train for the Lotus Academy - where Vanguards learn to master Eon, the mysterious force that turns ordinary fighters into the only ones who can truly fight nightmares and live to see more. But the voice that saved him hasn't spoken since that night. And Raizen's starting to realize - it's still watching.
Sqair · 748.7k Views

Transmigrated: Married to a Cold Mage, So I Built My Own Kingdom

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters
Dreamy_Cloud143 · 97.3k Views