Fantasy

In a kingdom where beauty rules and mirrors never lie-Queen Zailah has only ever trusted one thing: her reflection.

When a defeated rival offers her a mysterious enchanted mirror, Zailah sees more than a gift-she sees a god-like vision of herself. Beautiful beyond mortal bounds, the mirror becomes her obsession. But as her throne gleams with power, unrest brews in the shadows.

Callista, the queen’s loyal chambermaid, is torn between duty and love when her forbidden lover begs her to steal the mirror in exchange for a chance at freedom. What begins as a desperate theft ignites a chain of betrayal, unmasking ambition, deception, and a curse foretold by the stars.

As illusions shatter and truths claw their way to the surface, the queen spirals into madness, and the price of perfection demands blood. In a world where beauty is power and mirrors never forget-how long can anyone hold onto the face they desire?

Perfect for fans of twisted fairytales and dark mythology, Mirror Mirror is a tale of vanity, vengeance, and the terrifying cost of seeing yourself too clearly.

Two things guide an adventurer’s life,” Paul Greyrat used to say. “The edge of his sword and the curve of a woman.” And by the gods, he had just found the most perfect curve on the entire continent.

[Author’s Note]

What you’ll find:
Harem.
Explicit Content (R-18).
A central taboo relationship – (incest).

(Warning: Reader discretion is advised).
Zero-Tolerance Policy:
NO NTR! There is no sharing here.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia, Mushoku Tensei, or any of their characters, settings, or related intellectual properties. All rights belong to their respective creators, Kohei Horikoshi and Rifujin na Magonote, as well as their publishers and affiliates. This fanfiction is a non-profit work created solely for entertainment purposes.

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In a world where MegaFauna crawl through interdimensional Gates and Cities run on ancient steam engines, chaos and (not so great) comedy collide in Past Life Hunter- a wild, slow-burning, genre-bending epic where nothing is sacred, everything is extra, and EVERY trope gets ‘lovingly’ mentioned.

Enter Delphina de Velasques, Sword Master, Ducal Lady, full-time Hunter, and of course, the Otome Villainess. Accompanied by a chaotic party, including a mysterious man who emerged safely from one of the Gates. Delphina will battle immense monstrosities, navigate dysfunctional Guild (and Noble) politics, and endure side-quests to survive the system’s BS and maybe, save the world in the process.

Equal parts parody and homage, this Epic Fantasy is a love letter to webnovel readers who want action, skills, and just the right amount of emotional damage (and murder). Warning: Contains strong female leads, weak men who learn, heavy & potentially triggering topics (tagged at the start of every chapter).

Read responsibly.

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In a world ruled by the Dragon Empire and the Phoenix Clan, Hanara is born with a rare and dangerous dual aura—one that can heal… or destroy.

After her mother is murdered and her clan is annihilated, Hanara vanishes into the mountains with her baby brother, guarded by two phoenixes. When Dragon knights finally find her, she unleashes her devastating Fireborne Wrath—revealing her power and costing one phoenix its life. The surviving phoenix spirits her away, tearing her from the brother she cannot save.

Years later, trained in secrecy, Hanara returns in disguise, infiltrating the Dragon Empire to rescue the brother she was forced to leave behind. But survival demands silence. Exposure would mean his death—especially as the Ice Prince begins to notice her, his watchful presence as dangerous as it is impossible to ignore.

To protect her brother, Hanara must remain hidden among dragons… and beside a prince who could expose her with a single word.

Or embrace the full truth of her dual aura, its power to heal or to destroy, and become the very force the empire fears.

He made it! Naruto Uzumaki, the number one unpredictable ninja, has just graduated! The world is at his feet, the ramen tastes like victory, and his path to becoming Hokage has finally begun.

Just when he thinks his incredible story is about to begin, BAM! A semi-transparent blue screen appears right in his face. Wait… is this a video game?

The system calls it [Falna], and its function is insane: it can turn his friends into legendary heroes! Leveling up, gaining skills and chakra that would make the Third Hokage weep! It’s the ultimate tool to become incredibly strong! The plan is perfect.

There’s just one problem…

To “update someone’s status,” he needs… for them to be a girl? And to use his own blood to draw?
Naruto’s path to becoming Hokage has just taken a complete 180. Forget about hard work; his new mission is to survive puberty, assemble the best team in history, and convince Konoha’s strongest kunoichi to let him draw on their backs!

Compilation of short stories based on original poems written by the author.

(Caution: Some of these poems are over a decade old and may come across as a bit cringey. I’ve chosen not to edit them in order to preserve their original flavor, so please read them with discretion.)

What do you get when you cross a light-bending assassin, a broke teenager who can repair machinery by talking to it, a pack of dimension-hopping tourists, and a seagull with an existential crisis?

You get Soda Crash: The Path of the Unseen.

One cosmic accident is all it takes to throw them all into a world where the locals fly on swords, settle legal disputes with color-changing worms, and consider anyone with blond hair a ‘Northern Barbarian.’ Now, this unlikely crew must navigate ancient sects, power-hungry cultivators, and the very real possibility that their best survival tool is a Swiss Army knife with a ‘detect bad vibes’ function.

Forget heroes and villains. This is a story about survival, absurdity, and the universal truth that no matter which universe you’re in, bureaucracy is always a nightmare and there’s never a good time to run out of coffee

Kael was summoned and slaved by the heroine of the story in a world where the majority are women. With his help alongside other “maniacs”, she’s going to kill the “Empress of Demons,” or at least that’s what he thinks. But his goal – get away from them and to survive as much as she can.

First Novel – ESL

The time that will bring them together.

Guided by the hand of fate, a random letter written under an alias, could its words lead two strangers, unaware of each other’s existence, toward an eternal union?

Betrayed by the man she loved and bound to a crown that no longer holds meaning, an empress chooses freedom over titles—only to discover that even love forsaken can rise again from ruin.

“Even the moon can rise again after being eclipsed by the sun.”
“He was of the empire. She became the moon that outshone him.”

—
Bound by duty. Betrayed by love. Reborn by choice.

Elisana Laurel De Claire, daughter of a grand ducal house, was destined to be Empress – and for a time, she believed in the fairytale. Betrothed since childhood to her dearest friend, Crown Prince Marcus, their union was meant to bring peace and glory to the Salastian Empire.

But love fades beneath the weight of power. When another woman captures the Emperor’s heart, Elisana’s world shatters. Neglected, accused, and stripped of affection, she makes a choice no one expects – she walks away from the crown.

Years later, when rebellion threatens the empire, fate brings them together once more. This time, Marcus must face the woman he once forsook – not as his Empress, but as his equal.

Amid courtly intrigue, forgiveness, and the fragile bloom of second chances, The Forsaken Empress tells a story of heartbreak and healing – where even the moon can rise again after the darkest night.

Seventeen-year-old Aster is a commoner girl living with her Aunt Sally in the capital of Crescentis Kingdom. She remembers nothing from before she was seven—only a boy with brunette hair whom she constantly dreams of, the one who gave her a mysterious crescent moon crystal necklace engraved with the words:

“Once the sun and moon combine,
Realms unite and stars align.”

When her top grades earn her a place at Celentine Academy, a prestigious school for nobles, she meets Ranley, a young noble with the same name and brunette hair as the boy in her dreams. Convinced he might be the one, Aster is determined to get close to him and uncover the truth behind the necklace.

Navigating academy life won’t be easy, especially when the nobles see her as nothing more than a commoner. Along the way, she will find true friends, encounter magic and mischief, and even discover the first stirrings of love.

Yet beneath it all lies a greater mystery: Is Ranley truly the boy she once met, or is fate leading her toward a truth far more extraordinary?

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I first wrote this story when I was seventeen, and now I’ve reconstructed it with a fresh perspective. Originally, it was only twenty-six chapters, but with the addition of new characters and a richer fantasy world, it has grown longer—likely around a hundred chapters or fewer. Please note that this is a slow-burn story, with moments of angst, twists, and unexpected turns along the way. I still hope you enjoy it and feel like a part of Aster’s journey as you read. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ₍^. .^₎⟆

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The world was no longer as peaceful as it had once been. Monsters roamed everywhere, hunter schools had replaced traditional classes, and dungeon portals were popping up at random!

“Alright, everyone,” chirped Professor Grish.

“Your mission is to clear all the dungeon floors. Train hard! Grow strong! And when you finally reach the top floor…” She paused dramatically.

The class fell silent as she pointed at a hologram. An SSS-Class Abomination known as Leviathan appeared.

Lev gulped. That’s……him.

Princess Aria of Eravi and Crown Prince Zen of Sevelrum are soon to be married but Zen seems to know Aria more than what meets the eyes and Aria feels strangely nostalgic and attached to him. Read the novel to find out!!!

Saintess Constance wakes up in a glass coffin with the words “That’s not my name” on her lips. Looking around at the people diligently praying to her, she has the sudden, horrible feeling that this fact is the least of their concerns.

Forced into a quest with the only qualified person to slay demons, a handsome if mouthy duke, she has no choice but to keep praying.

Too bad that’s all she knows how to do.

“Dear Goddess,” she beseeches with all her heart, “do something useful.”

A creature made from nightmares goes flying past behind her with a crash.

“I’ll kill you all!” The handsome duke screams like a lunatic, sword held high and chasing it.

She continues to pray harder.

When Myrren Vale is summoned to the royal palace, she expects suspicion. She expects secrets.
She does not expect him.

In the kingdom of Eirden—where magic hums beneath silk and every smile hides a blade—Myrren serves as a scentcrafter, trained in herbs, toxins, and the silent truths that cling to blood.

The court wants her quiet.
The crown wants her gone.
But Prince Thane… sees her.

Golden, gracious, and far too kind for the thorns surrounding his throne, he draws her into the palace’s glittering heart—offering warmth, safety, and something dangerously close to belonging.

Yet not all eyes in the palace are kind. The king’s ward, Lord Corven, watches her with unreadable silence—as if her very breath carries a truth he cannot ignore.

When nobles begin to die and the scents on their corpses whisper of poisons Myrren once crafted, she realizes the greatest danger is not the court’s corruption, nor the ancient power stirring awake beneath its stones.

It is what love makes you blind to.

They dressed me in white as though the color could protect me. As though purity could shield me from a man whose name the world spoke in fear.

When I walked down the aisle, my groom stood waiting—tall, unmoving, a figure carved from shadow. A silver mask concealed his face, hiding whatever lay beneath. He never spoke, not when our hands touched, not when the priest asked for vows. The silence between us was not emptiness—it was power.

They called him the Silent Groom.

To the outside world, he was a figure of dread. Men stepped aside when he entered a room, and women crossed themselves when they heard his name. But behind that mask was something more dangerous than cruelty.

He had orchestrated everything. The swift, strange courtship. The wedding no one dared to question. Even the veil I wore was his command—so that in his presence, my face would belong to him alone.

The carriage carried me from the cold chapel to his sprawling estate—a gothic manor of towering stone, where shadows clung to the walls like secrets. The rules were simple that his assistant told me: Not to enter his wing. Not to speak to him. Not to appear in front of him or even cross his path.

I thought he wanted distance. But I felt his presence everywhere. In the gifts left on my bed—he knew my size, my favorite colors, the things that I had never told a soul.

In the way the halls seemed to watch me. In the portraits I found hidden in his forbidden wing… all of me, painted long before we met. I often took his silence for absence.

But in this manor, silence was the echo of him, wrapping itself around me.

And though he would not touch me, I could feel his claim in every breath. He was the darkness at my back. The vow unspoken but binding.

I was his from the moment I stepped into the church. I just didn’t know about it.