xix lilies and blackthorn

Ever since she was a child, Ye Jiao was treated as trash in Chen Kingdom. Suffering from countless beatings and endless humiliation, Ye Jiao endured the harsh life without being able to do anything. Only a rare few cared for her and showed her warmth in this cruel world. But the Heavens didn’t give her the chance to live peacefully. It took the little things she had and pushed her over the edge into the bottomless abyss. Filled with despair and sadness, she had to hide and bide her time as a lot of people wished for her death. “I have lost everything; you can’t take anything else from me. But I will gain much from this in my path as Eon Energy Master---I’ll not give up and someday, I’ll reach the peak.” Her small hand plucked the stem of the white lily flower and gripped it tight, with determination flashing across her eyes. Trash? Her small lips curved up, tinged in mockery. Even if everyone around her wished to kill her, she would never give up. She will show them who the real trash was and become the greatest genius in the world! Even if the entire world was against her, she would not cower. She will reach the peak. ---- Story set in fictional world with different cultivation method Word count: 900-1500 words/chapter Special thanks for webnovel reader Cookiejiyen who had created the beautiful cover *sending hearts* Note: no reverse harem Link to Discord: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB ... Other novels: -Flowers Bloom from Battlefield [complete] - Under the Veil of Night [complete] - 1 Year of Beginning [complete] - Villain Lady [complete] - Science and Fantasy [complete] - 2 Years of Restarting [complete] - Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower [on going] - The Quiet Empress [on going] ... Follow me on IG: @sora100518

Ten thousand years ago... The Creator God did not create Aetherra to be worshipped. He created it because he was lonely. Born alongside the universe itself, he walked among the people of his world not as their ruler, but as their friend. Together with twenty companions from different races, he explored Aetherra, laughed with them, cried with them, and watched civilization flourish. But even the deepest friendships can be corrupted. When his companions discovered the First Flame—the divine spark that formed the Creator's very heart and the source of his limitless power—they succumbed to greed, fear, jealousy, and ambition. Together, the twenty betrayed the one who loved them most. They tore away pieces of the First Flame, ascended as gods, and erased the Creator from history. Or so they believed. Ten thousand years later, the world worships those traitors as benevolent deities. The truth has long been forgotten. Only one silent witness remains. Akasha. The last will of the Creator, now hidden within Aetherra itself, silently recording every life, every choice, and every sin. --- Jace was nothing more than an ordinary young man from Earth. He had no great destiny. No extraordinary talent. He died saving a child he had never met. Death should have been the end. Instead, he opened his eyes before a woman named Evelyn—the Goddess of Reincarnation, a title she never sought. Once the wife of Aiden Blackthorn, the God of Death, she has secretly watched over his descendants for ten thousand years, honoring a promise made to the man she loved. But she failed. The last descendant of House Blackthorn was murdered. A five-year-old boy named Lucien Blackthorn. With no way to retrieve the child's sleeping soul, Evelyn makes one final choice. She sends Jace to take Lucien's place. Not to save the world. Not to become a hero. Simply so the Blackthorn bloodline will not disappear. --- Thrown into a world ruled by false gods, Jace awakens as Lucien Blackthorn amidst the ashes of his slaughtered family. Hunted by the Holy Church. Branded as the last survivor of a condemned bloodline. Forced to live a life that was never his. Yet fate has no intention of letting him live in peace. The world itself remembers who Lucien was meant to become. No matter how many people he saves... No matter how many innocent lives he protects... Every choice he makes pushes him closer to becoming the villain history has already written. Standing against him is the empire's greatest prodigy. A young hero chosen by the gods themselves. Blessed with unrivaled talent, powerful allies, and the unwavering faith of the world. To everyone else... Lucien Blackthorn is the enemy. The greatest obstacle standing in the hero's path. But neither of them knows the truth. They are fighting the same enemies. Walking toward the same goal. Being manipulated by the same gods. As ancient conspiracies awaken, forgotten First Flames begin to resurface, and secret organizations move to overthrow the world itself, Lucien must gather companions who have nowhere else to belong. The world calls them villains. Monsters. Heretics. Outcasts. Yet they alone stand against the darkness hidden behind heaven's throne. Because sometimes... The greatest evil is not the villain everyone fears. It is the god everyone worships.

The Valehart estate was a garden of silver lilies. Every petal gleamed like moonlight on steel, every step echoed grace and silence — exactly as the house demanded. For centuries, House Valehart had been the Empire’s diplomats, the voice that soothed where others shouted. They were the noble house of peace and polish — the masters of negotiation, the Empire’s silver tongue. But Serene Valehart had always felt wrong in her own home. When her cousins practiced curtsies, she watched the guards spar in the courtyard, her eyes tracing every swing of the blade. When her tutors recited the laws of diplomacy, she memorized them — then imagined how to parry each argument as if it were an attack. She excelled in every lesson. Her words were soft, her steps measured, her smile flawless. She was the perfect daughter of a perfect house. But that wasn’t the only her. --- When the manor slept, Serene crept into the old forge behind the eastern gardens — a place half-swallowed by ivy and shadow. Once, it had been used to craft ornamental blades for noble ceremonies. Now, it was forgotten — quiet, cold, alive only with the scent of soot and iron. Old Joren, the blacksmith, never told on her. He simply watched as she stood beside him, eyes bright with something fierce and unspoken. “Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked once, when a spark leapt and burned his arm. “Every strike leaves a mark,” he said with a faint smile. “That’s how you know it’s becoming something.” Serene touched the glowing metal, feeling its warmth pulse through her skin. > “Then I’ll learn to take the marks,” she whispered. --- Years passed. The silver lilies bloomed each spring, and the Valehart daughter grew into the image her family had crafted — calm, articulate, unblemished. She spoke with grace that silenced rooms, smiled in ways that ended arguments, and bowed with elegance that won peace. Yet beneath her silk gloves were faint scars — pale lines across her palms, hidden proof of who she truly was. So when the Royal Knight Academy sent its call for new initiates, when noble daughters dreamt of betrothals and noble sons of command — Serene Valehart packed her sword instead. Her father called it folly. Her mother said nothing — only tied her daughter’s braid with a silver ribbon and whispered, “Keep your balance, my dear.” The morning she left, the manor was silent. The lilies swayed in the wind as if bowing farewell. At the gate, Serene looked back once. The marble walls glimmered under sunlight, perfect and distant — the prison she’d once called home. She stepped into the carriage, her blade resting across her knees. > Grace is might unseen. That was the Valehart creed. She had lived by it all her life. Now, she would show them what it truly meant. The carriage wheels turned. The estate faded into the morning haze. And softly, as the road stretched before her, Serene whispered — > “Even lilies bleed.” Patron: https://www.patreon.com/JayKJ?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

They said this school would save him. They lied. D never wanted to be at Blackthorn Academy, a hidden island where people with extraordinary powers called The Gilded are forced into a brutal school hierarchy of villains. Kidnapped in the dead of night and thrust into this unforgiving world. Where he must learn how to survive and decide what kind of person he’s willing to become. Villain or Hero

Di sekolah elit Blackthorn Academy, yang terkenal karena prestasi akademiknya, tersembunyi konflik berdarah di antara siswi-siswi paling berpengaruh. Dalam bayang-bayang aturan ketat sekolah, para siswi membentuk aliansi rahasia untuk memperebutkan kendali atas sekolah. Pertarungan kekuasaan ini dipenuhi dengan pengkhianatan, kekerasan, dan intrik politik yang rumit. Di tengah-tengah kekacauan ini, muncul seorang siswi tangguh bernama Aveline, yang terluka dalam sebuah pertempuran berdarah. Dengan mata dingin dan sikap tanpa kompromi, ia memimpin kelompoknya yang disebut "Iron Roses," berusaha menghancurkan tatanan yang ada dan membangun kekuasaan baru di sekolah. Namun, rahasia sekolah ini jauh lebih gelap daripada yang terlihat. Aveline harus menghadapi masa lalunya yang penuh trauma, musuh-musuh licik, dan kekuatan misterius yang mengancam lebih dari sekadar hidupnya.

This is a collection of love stories between women, hidden away in the depths of my PC files and rediscovered. Each story explores a unique perspective on love, offering a variety of experiences. Some are long, others short—some filled with tender, heartwarming moments, while others delve into painful realities that might make you question the very nature of love itself. I’ll be translating and posting these stories gradually. I hope you’ll give them a chance and enjoy discovering the diverse ways these characters experience and express love. Because, in the end, love is an art.

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him

A 27 year old lady,Naya Ashford signs a five year contract with Lucien Blackthorn a billionaire,to keep her father's legacy out if her enemy hands. When a forged document threatens everything she has left,Naya and Lucien have to choose between the contract that binds them and the truth that could destroy them both. She was supposed to survive him,and not to love him.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend