The Villainess Shall Be Mine

30 Year old Bastian Smith died and reincarnated into a different body, in a world different from Earth. He was now in the body of a 12 year old noble boy named Sebastian Tirius. Sebastians body however a a golden coiling dragon tattoo. When Bastian touched it for the first time he heard a voice "To the owner of the titan's Mark be warned. You have great power but possess a mighty curse. Behold, anyone who bears this mark is a child of, I, the great Ambevilius, emperor of all that is under the nine heavens. The first of you to slay or subdue 1000 mark bearers shall become a successor of mine. Now go forth. And bring chaos in my name!" At this moment, memories belonging to Sebastian flooded Bastian's mind, fusing with his soul. This was the Sovereign Continent! A place where only the strong are just! Bastian began his long and arduous journey, to a learn his right... To sit on the Titan's Throne!

“For Vengeance is an emptiness and he that seeketh it wasteth himself”, the Oldman said stopping Roger by his hand, “Vengeance and Revenge mean only pain, you have already suffered enough child” In order to exact the revenge on those who had killed his parents, Roger took the path of Vengeance, planning and preparing to exact his revenge, he had come so long in the path that he was on the verge of losing himself. “Pain is only felt by the living, I am already dead, only vengeance can restore me, only victory can return my life to me” His words were met with the silence and the hand holding him slowly released the grip! Roger had come a long way to look back now. “Enjoy the final movements of peace. For I have returned to exact my vengeance, so shall we begin, Father-in-law?” He said looking at the man who was tied up to a chair with terrified looks on his face.

In a world ruled by twelve nations, Ravindra was born cursed—a child of forbidden blood, left to die in the frozen peaks of Frostreach. But Auratigris, the mythical thirteenth guardian who refused to serve any nation, found him and made a choice that would change everything. Ten years of brutal survival. Ten years of merciless training. Ten years learning that the world shows no mercy to the weak. Now marked by Aether and forged by winter's cruelty, Ravindra is no longer the helpless infant abandoned in snow. He is becoming something the twelve nations never anticipated—a weapon born from their own rejection, sharpened by their own cruelty. They cast him out to preserve their perfect order. But outcasts don't disappear. They evolve. They remember. And when they return, they bring the storm with them. "We who were cast out by the earth shall conquer the heavens." The first snow has fallen. The first blood has been spilled. The thirteenth sun is rising—and the world will tremble. A dark fantasy epic of survival, vengeance, and the birth of an empire built from ashes.

Betrayed by his half-brother, Zhao Long is killed in the Great Celestial War and his throne is usurped by his immortal enemy, Shen Yorn. After a hundred years, Zhao Long is reborn in the mortal world as Zi Han, an ordinary college student with no memories of his previous life. The orphan Zi Han is ridiculed and humiliated by everyone around him until one fateful night he runs into the notorious Black Dragon gang and discovers his true legacy. After learning about his past, Zi Han sets out on a path of revenge, swearing to crush his enemies and become the wealthiest and most powerful man in the country of Tenzing. His ultimate goal is to ascend to the rank of a Jade Immortal and return to the Celestial Realm to rescue his imprisoned wife and reclaim his throne. "I am the Supreme Dragon who soars above all. Even the heavens shall tremble before my might, and those who betrayed me will pay a thousandfold for their sins!"

Betrayed. Executed. Reborn with a system that judges the wicked. Lucien Graves was a rising star of the Radiant Lotus Temple—until he was framed for stealing forbidden techniques and sentenced to death by those he once called family. Beheaded beneath the Sky Pillar Rift, his soul should’ve been erased. Instead, he was chosen. "Lucien Graves. You were condemned unjustly. Now, you shall become the executioner of the heavens." Returned to life seven days before his death, Lucien awakens the Heavenly Executioner System—a divine relic that lets him see karma, pass judgment, and execute the corrupt in exchange for power. Every sinner he slays fuels his cultivation. Every traitor he exposes brings him closer to the truth. But the deeper he digs, the more he learns: the real enemy isn't just the sect... it's the entire Heavenly Order. In a world where might makes right, Lucien doesn’t seek mercy. He seeks verdicts. And he’s come back to deliver them all.

"You again?" Sarah’s cousin sneered. "Did you crawl here on all fours, or did they finally give lapdogs valet service?" "He’s not even a real husband," her aunt scoffed. "Just a walking charity case with no bark, no bite, and no balls." Everyone laughed. Michael Thompson just stood there—torn shirt, bruised face, holding a cracked phone and a hospital bill he couldn’t pay. It was their anniversary. His wife didn’t answer his calls. His mother was dying in a hallway. And he had exactly $7.83 in his bank account. But then… the black cars pulled up. The woman in a designer suit bowed to him. And everything changed. "Forgive our delay, Young Master Sterling," she said, handing him a black card with no limit. "Shall we pay the hospital… or purchase it?" Turns out, Michael isn’t just some loser son-in-law. He’s the sole heir to a QUADRILLIONAIRE dynasty—one powerful enough to make world leaders blink and billionaires beg.

Betrayed by his girlfriend, Ella and bullied by Jack Junior, the richest student on campus, Ethan became a mirror of himself in a society where money ruled the world. When he became a victim of an accident, he woke up to the most famous and powerful billionaire in New York calling him, My son! My heir! and soon Ella realized the gold mine she had lost.

BLURB. "You are Elvis, my son-in-law-to-be. You fainted on your wedding day to my daughter, but now that you're awake, you shall marry my daughter today." Elvis stared at Jordan Moore, not having any memory whatsoever of what the man was talking about. Though something was for sure, he felt no strange feeling about the man, so perhaps, he was telling the truth. So, he married the girl in rags. But now, after a little while, Elvis, even with no memory whatsoever, knew who he was, "I am Vince Klein plus one, I rule the world and my in-law must taste my wrath!" Elvis knew who he was... How was he able to know about it? Will he deal with his father-in-law and leave his wife? Will Elvis survive it as he was just so young? Was he ready for some damage and psychological stress? How could he claim a high position without a memory? What even led to his amnesia? Find it all out now!!!

kneeling before the tomb that houses the remains of nanny Naomi, Redmond Red knew clearly without doubt that he has only one responsibility and that's to crush every soul that brought about the premature death of the purest soul. twenty years ago, eight years old Redmond Red's family was assassinated, fifteen of them while he was only able to escape by a whisker following the sacrifice of his nanny. "Dear boy, protect my baby girl" Nanny Naomi had cried out in sorrow before their cruel sword penetrated into her. For years he has been tormented by her last moments. He could remember her heavy pants, the hot sweat that soaked her cloth and the uncertainty in her eyes. Twenty years later, he is back to reward everyone according to their deeds. They said on his right hand was the sword of vengeance while on the other was a list, the "death list". Cursed is one whose name were scribed in his list for they shall meet a fate so excruciating that the devil will weep.

“Demon.” He could hear it all: their whispers, low murmurs— gossip. They feared him despite his inability to control the powers granted to him from birth. It was primal — the fear of what one would never understand and this fear was a force, a power he used in manipulating their worthless lives like the mere puppets they were. “Weak.” “Pathetic.” He was immortal; and as long as he lived, the fear they felt would never die out. He would keep feasting on their foolishness until he finally broke out of these material shackles. A force of chaos, nightmares they have been trying so hard to suppress and forget — that was what he was. “Immoral Demon! By the power of the gods, we order you to surrender your life and to us! We have you cornered, and there is no escape for you!” “Foolish demon, there is no where for you to run! Beg like the worm you are and shed all the tears you want, but we shall not spare your life today!” Mylos stared at the gathering of fools before him in a calm silence; he was going to make them beg for their lives, just like their worthless gods.