Lautenspielerin - Stories&Comments

Sovereignty in Every Scent

Corporations have turned transmigration into a business. And Emris Vyre has just sold them his death. With a 98.2% chance of awakening a Hidden Class, the deal seems almost too good to refuse: die in his own world, begin again in another, and let the Company turn his second life into a profitable investment. Except when Emris finally awakens his Hidden Class, it is not the legendary combat class everyone expected. It is Perfumer. Useless. At least, that is what the Company decides. Their support is withdrawn. Their resources are locked away. And Emris, who gave up his first life for the promise of a better one, is thrown out of the city and left to survive alone in a world he barely understands. Among its native people, strange creatures, and unfamiliar plants, Emris slowly begins to understand why his class was hidden in the first place. Because to a Perfumer, almost anything can become an essence. A flower. A creature. A memory. Even a person. And the deeper Emris pushes the limits of his class, the more powerful his creations become - and the harder it is to ignore what they cost. Soon, survival is no longer the only question. The real question is whether the result justifies what he has to sacrifice to achieve it. And how far he is willing to go before the person he becomes is no longer someone he recognizes.

Lautenspielerin · Fantasy

14 Chs

Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;) Every world hides secrets. Come Behind the Veil to share theories, fan art, and your favorite moments with fellow readers: https://discord.gg/Hgu3462cQg

Lautenspielerin · Fantasy

168 Chs

The Soul Collector: My Empire Wears Dead Men's Faces

If you could take the soul of any person who ever lived and place it inside someone walking among us today... who would you bring back? And perhaps more importantly: Whose body would you give them? Unsettling thought, isn't it? Fortunately, that's impossible. For us, at least. But Nameless can do exactly that. He just doesn't know it yet. And once he figures it out, the question won't be whether he'll use this power. It'll be who he decides his world no longer needs. Now that I've given you a morally questionable scenario to think about, here's what you might want to know before stepping into this world: "So... what kind of world is this?" One where every dead person leaves a soul flame behind. It appears above the body after death and burns for eternity. Everyone can see them. No one can touch them. At least, that's what humanity believes. But the world our Male Lead was born into is built on far older secrets. "What kind of secrets?" Long before humans, there were the Firstborn. The first intelligent beings to walk this world. They vanished, leaving behind artifacts that humanity can only wield through magic granted by the gods. No one knows exactly what happened to the Firstborn. And perhaps more importantly, no one seems particularly eager to find out. "And who exactly is or ML?" Nobody. Quite literally. Born beneath even the lowest rank of society, he wasn't considered important enough to be given a name. Nameless has no grand ambitions, no heroic dreams, and certainly no intention of changing the world. He just wants to survive. He simply doesn't know what for yet. Unfortunately for him, the dead seem to have other plans. "So... is this a necromancer story?" Kind of. But not really. The dead stay dead. Their souls don't. The story doesn't end with the chapter. Step Behind the Veil and join fellow wandering souls on Discord: https://discord.gg/Hgu3462cQg

Lautenspielerin · Fantasy

13 Chs

Merchantress – Bargaining for Survival

I never meant to enter the dungeon. Now it keeps pulling me back. The world didn’t end. It just became… deeper. When our world merged with another dimension, something ancient settled beneath the surface. A vast labyrinth of mana, monsters, and forgotten realms now exists inside the Earth itself. Dungeons opened. Systems were created. Classes were assigned. The brave become Hunters. The strong become famous. The smart try to stay away. I’m definitely among the latter. I’m short, unsporty, almost blind without my glasses, and I believe people who want to enter dungeons are at least a little unhinged. I like monsters best when they’re theoretical. Preferably illustrated. From a safe distance. Unfortunately, my passive skill opens portals. Randomly. Uncontrollably. Always at the worst possible moment. That’s how I end up face-to-face with a goblin – no weapon, no plan – doing the only thing I’m actually good at. I negotiate. With a lollipop. That decision changes everything. Instead of becoming a warrior, I’m assigned a class no one prepared me for. A Merchant. A hidden class built not on strength or speed, but on leverage, insight, and choice. In a system designed for combat, I level through bargains. While Hunters train, grind, and fight their way down the labyrinth, I’m dragged into it against my will – again and again – forced to grow in a world that was never meant for someone like me. Snake king. Beastmen. Powerful beings ruling the deeper levels of the labyrinth. They’re dangerous, intelligent… and strangely interested in the human woman who doesn’t attack, but makes offers. While I’m repeatedly dragged into the dungeon against my will, I do everything I can to keep my ability secret. Because the Hunter Association and the Guilds must never find out that someone exists who can open portals. One wrong word – and I wouldn’t be a person anymore. I’d be a resource. ----- Merchantress is a system-based dungeon fantasy web novel with a stronh female protagonist, featuring: - an unwilling dungeon traveler with a hidden Merchant class - a weak-to-strong progression with negotiation instead of violence - dangerously attractive beastmen with slow-burn reverse harem elements woven into survival and power dynamics - and what happens when, in a world built for fighters, you choose to talk I never wanted to be part of the dungeon. Now I negotiate with those who rule it. Step Behind the Veil. Join our Discord to discuss theories, meet fellow readers, and become part of the worlds beyond the page: https://discord.gg/Hgu3462cQg

Lautenspielerin · Fantasy

13 Chs