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In the age before time, King Vikramaditya swore a blood oath to capture the ghost known as Betaal. But every tale the ghost tells brings him closer to madness — and the truth that the real curse lies within his own soul. In a land where myths breathe, forests bleed, and gods whisper from the dark, one king will walk through endless nights to uncover who he truly is… before the story devours him. A dark retelling of the Vikram-Betaal legend — filled with horror, divine guilt, and forgotten history.

The Famous Indian Folk-tale... Vikram-Betaal

如果青平知道自己会因为有一天在家里打游戏就穿越的话，大概这辈子都不会再碰游戏了吧 穿越就穿越吧，一睁眼就是一个漂亮的小人儿战战兢兢地跪在地上，等待他这个清尊的训示——据说已经跪在地上等他醒，等了两天了…… 青平发誓，他绝对不是故意的。

Viking is a tale about a modern man who is forced into a Medieval world where he becomes a Viking. Adopted by a small village.

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Daily Chapters! Novikova is a dark fantasy tale set in a reimagined 1985 Earth, where magic and technology coexist under the shadow of The Order, a totalitarian regime. The story follows Tenjin, an orphan from the slums of Noval, who unknowingly harbors extraordinary abilities.

Some people were never meant to meet.. A mistake!

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

"Küçük tavşancık, küçük tavşancık. Kurt AÇ!" Ses benimle alay ediyor, ardından şeytani bir kahkaha geliyor. "Koş, tavşan. KOŞ!" Korkunç bir gürleme gece gökyüzünü delip geçti ve ruhuma bir balyoz gibi çarptı. Vücudumun her yanını kaplayan bir ürperti ve göğsümde çarpan kalbimi hissedebiliyordum. Ulumaların ve kahkahaların yankıları hayatım için koşarken arkamdan beni takip ediyordu. Elisabeth'in hayatı çocukluğundan beri çoğu insanınkinden daha zordu - mesafeli ve sıklıkla acımasız bir anne ve hayatını ele geçiren bitmeyen bağımlılık döngüsü. Ancak bu kaderli gecede, karanlıkta çok daha uğursuz bir şey pusuda bekliyor, onu her şeyden uzaklaştırmaya hazırdı. Devasa figürler aniden ortaya çıktı, hırlıyor ve onunla alay ediyorlardı. Çığlık atmaya çalıştı, ama sesi çıkmadı; ne olduğunu anlamadan, Viking kurtadamların yanlarında gizemli perilerle hüküm sürdüğü bir dünyada uyandı. Her beş yılda bir, insan alemine seyahat ediyor, eş koşuları için on kız topluyorlardı - ve bu gece, Elisabeth onlardan biriydi. Sadece beyaz bir elbise ve çıplak ayaklarıyla, Elisabeth diğer dokuz kızın yanında dururken canavarlar tehditkar bir şekilde etraflarında dolaşıyordu. Gümüş bir hançer her birinin bileğini deldi, avın başladığını işaret ediyordu! "Ay tanrıçasını onurlandırıyoruz; kanınız eşinizi size yönlendirsin!"

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."