History Lancelot

Calculating, cold, and cruel, Chiri Krane is the most infamously detestable witch imaginable in the history of the Alliance. A criminal, despised by her peers and cast out from her family; Chiri returns to the relentless political turmoil of the society that condemned her under the protection of a seemingly loveless marriage to Cazer. Made the target of a sinister conspiracy, she meets the valiant Legacy Hunter Allen Pierce. Through their unlikely partnership, they change the course of their fates and take on the power that threatens to tip the magical balance of their world. But will the villain, known to be the Alliance’s greatest abomination, become its savior or the key to its downfall?

"You can't keep dancing with the Devil and wonder why you're still in hell. It was my fault to trust you again." I created this hell for myself. "In the end, it's her over me." Tears of betrayal slide down my cheeks, and Denzel looks at me desperately. However, I don't care. I feel so much at once that I feel nothing at all. I should've killed him when I had the chance. ****** Naomi West fled her wedding to the ruthless and domineering billionaire of the state. Five years later, she has to come back home for work. But on top of being constantly at threats and stalked by a creepy fan, things take a different turn when she encounters Denzel Flynn, her ex. And Naomi must do all she can to keep Denzel away from her son. However, Denzel has other plans for Naomi. He will do anything to get her and his son back in his life, even if it means getting rid of her lover, Marcus. And as they come together to solve their grudges, their enemies hide in the shadows, waiting to strike. And their friends abandon them. Naomi and Denzel can only rely on each other. But how can Naomi trust Denzel when she's just a substitute for his ex? When he possesses no genuine feelings for her? Will the history from five years ago repeat itself and force her to lose everything again?

An Epic Fantasy tale of action, adventure, heroism, horror and sorcery… Beyond Night is a Dark Fantasy Horror novel that pulls back the veil of nearly two thousand years of jaded history. Come tread in the bloody footprints left by monsters, soldiers and wizards and behold what lies hidden Beyond Night itself. It’s Bigfoot War mixed with Lovecraftian horror on the edge of the Roman Empire. How could Rome lose a Legion? What could’ve happened to blot out the existence of over five thousand men not only from history but the Earth itself? As the Legion moves north to engage the forces of Pictdom, a dark horror emerges from the bowels of the Earth. Thought to be random attacks by hulking monsters, Decurion August soon learns a dire truth, that these bloody events are directed by opposing the wizards of the Picts. While one side assembles all tribes in a confederated army to battle the Legion, the other pulls these Greyman beasts from the depths of the Earth. August fights not only these creatures and workers of magicks, but internal passions in the Legion itself. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

“Please... Take care of my people...”-Lancelot Ral Constance- Sakamaki Yuu is a gay, middle-aged, disabled man. His vices are what makes him shy away from society, yet he harboured hope for a change in his life. It didn’t get any better. Receiving a report on his deteriorating health makes it feel like the entire world is falling on him. Rather than hoping for a change, he now hoped that he could at least leave a trace on this world, which was what caused him to insist becoming the donor for her nephew. A heart donor, which guarantees absolute death. Yet at the very least, his heart would live well inside her. It’s okay if his heart is the only trace that he left. That’s what should happen. Yet by the time he opened his eyes, he realized that he was reincarnated as one of the mobs that supports the villainess in one of the web novels that he had read, namely Lancelot Ral Constance. Not only that, his character is destined to die in a month by the crown prince’s hand. That being said, how donating his heart has to do anything with him waking up as a completely different person? And what’s with these people calling him a noble? And what’s with this need to appeal his knowledge to help the townsfolk? And why the crown prince is handsome damnit! [Uploading cadence: Every Sunday]

A realm exists where the chosen ones got their blessings from the gods. The gods would bestow their powers and grant them the permissions to rule over the world. Thus, the common people called these wonders by ‘Blessing’. However, these so-called blessings were always followed by chaos and death… A queen who fell from her grace... She who’s buried her entire queendom and family by her own hands. She who’s travelled the world for over than hundreds of years while bearing the ‘Blessing’ on her. This queen had so many names throughout her lives, some were written in the history and the rest were still unknown. This time, she met a young boy that’s trapped in the middle of a war, a hot-headed man, an old friend, and everything that reminded her of her past self.

A small accident that happened to Rajata in the courtyard of Prambanan Temple brought him to meet Kalyana, a woman who was finishing her novel because she would soon go abroad with Armand, her future husband. The encounter, which they thought was fleeting, turned out to be continued when Kalyana, hurt by Armand’s actions, invited Rajata to accompany him to visit Yeh Pulu, Bali. Rajata, who was trying to forget his love for a girl from his high school days, accepted the invitation. In Yeh Pulu, a local elder gave Kalyana a startling vision of an incident from several centuries ago. Intrigued by what really happened at that time, they decided to ask for a favor from Harso, Kalyana’s old friend who worked at CERN, Switzerland. Unexpectedly, their investigation, which relied on a sophisticated computer named Lidia lead them into an amazing adventure, an adventure that opens new perspectives to their understanding about history, and triggered them to learn from history in facing the future.

Ireal Isabella Angelis- Young bubbly girl,full of life. The families joy, cherish by her family and friends. Straight A student,never breaks any rules. That is Until she sets her eyes on him. The man of her dreams. Who happened to be her History teacher. A forbidden man. Will her deepest secret be revealed to the world. ........... "Sir What are you doing?"I asked breathlessly. "I don't know Ireal. You make me so crazy. Tell me to stop , please"he mutters but I whimper in response. Before I know it he slams his lips to mine crossing the line we couldn't come back from.

Once a many, many moons ago, there was a pillar called the seven pillars of leadership. These so called pillars, are those the one that maintain peace and harmony in the mystical world. The seven pillar of leadership continued their reign for so many centuries until a three unknown pillar sprouted and made an undeniable chaos. The once harmonize and peaceful world of mystical became chaotic and turned into such horrendous actions. These so called unknown three pillars reigned the mystical world. Their history sprout like a venemous plants that devoured goodness and turned it into an untakable darkness. The history of the seven pillars became vague and so on, they turned into dust as their existence vanished so as well their history that turned to nothingness as they became myth. The three pillars who sprouted is the one devouring the fame of being powerful but, unmistakably, these so called evil pillars was following only one pillar who was the existence of darkness, it is called Voidellous Scarke pillar the origin of darkness. A prophecy appeared, this so called appearance will bring forth the lost once souls to reign again on its rightful spot. Together, this so called prophecy will bring forth the seven pillar of leadership to claim whats been taking to them.

She wasn’t supposed to exist. And yet… she does. After the death of her adoptive mother—one of the most powerful witches in Sabrah—Aster is cast out of the only family she’s ever known. With nothing but a mysterious trust fund, a secret past, and a promise to become a doctor, she escapes to Santossa City—a glittering metropolis ruled by Lycans and forbidden to vampires. A city where she doesn’t belong. A drunken night shatters her careful plans when she wakes in the bed of Carl Landon—the dangerously magnetic heir to the Lycan Empire. What was meant to be a one-night escape becomes something far more complicated. Carl expected solitude. What he got was her—a stranger whose scent he can't resist, whose presence disrupts his instincts, and whose blood might be tied to a prophecy the Lycans would kill to possess. As their worlds collide, Aster learns the night they shared wasn’t an accident—it was fate. Ancient, powerful, and impossible to deny. But in a world where humans can’t birth supernatural children… Aster shouldn’t even exist. And that makes her the most dangerous secret of all.