All Mangas

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.

Lucia –

Luck was never on my side. My life had always been gloomy and lonely. I lost everything—my job, my family. But then he stepped into my world of darkness. He became my light, my soulmate, the love of my life. He completed the puzzle of my existence. My one and only luck—Andrew.

Andrew –

She thinks I’m her luck, but only God knows the effort I put in to have her. She was someone I could never reach, a bright star shining far beyond my grasp. And yet, I wanted her. I wanted her so badly that I dreamed of holding her in my arms, day and night. People call me a maniac, a stalker, a psychopath. But to her, I am her one and only love— her luck.

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.

Rayan Lancel, the famous detective of Ruhi Empire, suddenly went missing one day. No, he wasn’t kidnapped. He just stopped showing up to his workplace. The reason?

He realized he isn’t him anymore.

Ann Mackenzie, now possessing the body of Rayan Lancel, thought it was too much of a headache to become a detective. So she, now he, decides to quit and go look for other jobs.

Until one day, a criminal breaks into her house and starts claiming what she thought was hers. Her new life, with a new identity, wasn’t as peaceful as she thought. As a whirlpool of conspiracy into the world of unknown drags her inside the mud she was desperately trying to escape, she must find out who she was, and has become, before more people keep dying.

Ning Shengsheng is transmigrated into a cliché-ridden cultivation novel as the villainous princess. A system forces her to win over the main villain, Xue Chen.

She will die if she doesn’t stir up trouble, but if she goes too far, she’s afraid the villain will hold a grudge.
Her only option is to walk the high-risk path of “a slap, and then a sweet.”

One moment, she’s just finished whipping the villain, the next she’s sneaking to his door in the middle of the night with healing ointment, pretending to “just be passing by.” She’ll wear a veil to sabotage his cultivation until he coughs up blood, only to immediately raid the spiritual herb treasury to heal him.

The villain’s expression evolves from, “Are you insane?” to “Let’s see how long you can keep up this act.”

Then one day, the system’s missions take a strange turn, shifting from “harassing” the villain to “getting close and personal” with him.

【Host, please hold the villain’s hand.】 She bites the bullet and complies.
【Host, please praise the villain.】 Full of doubt, she does as she’s told.
【Host, please say you like the villain, that you love the villain.】

“What? Let’s just skip this one.”
The moment Ning Shengsheng refuses, the young man flicks open the silk sash at her waist with the tip of his blade, his fingers grazing her side. “Your Highness, why have you stopped doing the missions?”

Stunned, Ning Shengsheng stumbles back. “How do you know?”

His eyes dance with mockery as he opens his palm. “Is this your system? I co-opted it a long time ago.”
The useless system trembles, curled into a ball.

“Those ‘get close’ missions…?”

“Mhm. I wrote them.” He leans in, a morbid obsession in his expression, his breath ghosting past her ear. “Your Highness, for a person like me, once I get my hands on a piece of candy, I’ll never let go, even in death. Not even if it’s fake.”

Ning Shengsheng: “!”

After discovering she wasn’t the original “princess,” Xue Chen awakened his sinister nature. He seized her system and used it to draw her closer, making her cling to him until she could never escape his grasp.

The kingdom of Orovia bleeds.

Every harvest season, the Frost royals send their imperials to strip villages bare. Gold. Crops. Heirlooms. Even lives. Everything claimed in the name of the crown.

Alexandra Beaumont has lost enough.

When the king opens the army to new recruits, she seizes her chance. Not to serve, but to steal.

Beneath the armor of a royal soldier, she hides a secret mission: infiltrate the castle, reclaim what was stolen, and return it to the people who were robbed of everything.

But she is not alone.

A band of outcasts forms at her side, bound by vengeance and hope.

By day, they wear the king’s colors.
By night, they become shadows on the sea.

Pirates who raid treasuries, kingdoms, and crowns themselves.
Rebels carving justice out of theft.

Yet betrayal stalks the rebellion as closely as the royals do.

And when Alexandra’s heart tangles with Asher Knight—the general’s son, her greatest threat, and her greatest ally—loyalties blur, danger sharpens, and every stolen heartbeat could be her last.

In a world where rebellion is treason and love is forbidden, Alexandra must decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice to take back a kingdom drowning in frost.

Long ago, a witch’s love made the empire flourish—yet her betrayal gave birth to a curse. Burned at the stake by the man she trusted, she vowed his descendants would never escape her wrath.

Three years after the destruction of Seraphin Village, a runaway girl named Aveline hides her past beneath a quiet life of labor. But when whispers of the Grand Duke’s household reach her, fate begins to stir once more. Drawn into the shadow of a bloodline bound by the witch’s curse, Aveline must choose between survival, truth, and a destiny written long before her birth.

I came to Isla Seraphine to save lives and not to get tangled up with Adrian Valcrosse, the arrogant, breathtaking heir who makes my blood pressure spike every time he opens his mouth.
He’s heat wrapped in a tailored suit.
Danger disguised as control.
And I swear he was put on this island specifically to test my patience.

But then the storm hits.
The kind that doesn’t give you choices.
One night.
One sea cave.
One fire.
One bed.
One impossible man whose touch burns straight through every barrier I thought I had.

What happens between us isn’t soft.
It’s consuming.
Forbidden.
A line I swore I’d never cross… and can’t take back once I do.

I came to the Lyris Isles for peace.
I found the one man who could ruin me… or save me.

Born in a world where mana defines everything — power, status, even existence — Aizen Caelmir was born with none. Labeled a failure, ignored by his noble family, and discarded by society… he should’ve been broken. But the world forgot one thing: Not all power comes from mana.

Enrolled in the elite Zenrai Academy, Aizen must navigate elemental exams, rival prodigies, masked cults, ancient bloodlines, and a growing darkness that no one sees coming.

Between cold rivals, stormborn queens, and friends with secrets of their own — his journey has just begun.

He’s not here to prove himself.

He’s here to break the system.

Marlene was an ordinary office worker, with her usual routine: work, meetings, and endless coffee breaks.

That night, after going out with her friends to forget that her boyfriend had left her for her best friend, she decided to drink a little too much. Between laughs and drinks, she never imagined that an accident would change her life forever: a motorcycle crash would end her entire world… and her life.

When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in her city or her time. She had transmigrated to the novel “Among Hidden Passions,” a world full of intrigue, desire, and secrets she never imagined experiencing.

But there was a problem: she wasn’t the original protagonist, but rather the secondary villain Marlene Volkov, destined to disappear so the heroes’ love could blossom.

Then Kira appears, a system in the form of a talking cat, which grants her stats, skills, and missions like in a video game. Each completed mission unlocks hidden memories of the characters, revealing secrets, passions, and scars from the past that no one knows about.

Among the heroes and villains of this story are:

Dante Inovov, the proud prince with a lonely heart.

Max Smirnov, the protective and noble knight.

Adrian Blackthorn, the dark and dangerous villainous Duke.

Lucien Devereaux, the seductive and manipulative Marquis, another dangerous path.

Valeria Díaz, the original heroine and rival who will do anything to keep her place.

Now, Marlene Volkov must choose: follow her original destiny and die a villain, or use the system, conquer whomever she wants, and rewrite her own destiny, between love, power, and the hidden passion that surrounds her.

Elena had always believed in the slow burn — the kind of love that simmers quietly, steadily, and eventually boils over into something unshakable. That’s what she thought she had with Marcus. Six years, three apartments, a shared Spotify playlist, and one very stubborn golden retriever named Luna. Their life had been built piece by piece, like a quilt. Cozy. Familiar. Safe.

Until it wasn’t.

Suddenly, her world is torn apart as the Marcus’ phone screen lights up with a message from another girl. Through heartbreak and pain, the world continues to turn.

Then came Rowan. He was the new baker in town, with flour on his jeans and a crooked smile that tugged at something she thought she’d buried. He learned her rhythms. Her silences. Her laugh.

One night, under a sky full of stars and the gentle hum of crickets, Elena looked at him across the porch and asked, “How do you know when something’s real?”

Rowan leaned back, eyes reflecting moonlight. “When it doesn’t need to hurt to be worth it.”

She reached for his hand.

And just like that, the wildflowers bloomed again.

I woke up with no memory at all.
“…”
But this man was always beside me. Somehow he could find me anywhere I would go.
“… who are you?”
“I’m your husband”
“…”
So I did what every sane person would do in my place as they confronted an unexpected situation.

I ran away.

“You can’t run around with no memory at all. You need me.”
“Bullshit.”

So I ran away again.

…but why are all those people after me?? Why do they want me dead?!

“Catch the demon! She’s going to kill us all!”
“What? What demon?”

And why is everyone chasing me now?? Starting with the Holy Order, The Royal Knights and even that Immortal Head Mage from that Tower who wants to die??

“Finally, I found you”
“F*ck off, she’s my wife.”
“…”

….Where did you learn to curse like that??