Shen Yin Wang Zuo - Chapter 411: Using his Body as a Shield (III)

[Crossover Fic]It was a silent night when a falling star broke through the sky of Westeros and collided in the Stormlands, alerting the Lords of the Realm, including King Jaehaerys Targaryen.Nobody knows where the star came from or what it brought, as the crater was empty when it cleared out. While Prince Aemon Targaryen, King Jaehaerys's son, dismissed it, the Conciliator was skeptical of the event.And his skepticism was not unwarranted, as nobody knew of the viciousness that was brought upon the Realm....No....the world.Drakken, a man from another world, rose from the star-dust and flames after the collision, lurking about the Realm with a terrifying power brought from where he came from. The people of the Realm were not ready for what was to come.

Ming Liuyi transmigrated into a novel she had read, and to make matters worse, she was placed into the body of the novel’s antagonist who shares the same name. The original Ming Liuyi, bullied into marrying a cripple, decided to abuse the rich male lead, Yao Zizhou, until he went into a vegetative state. Ming Liuyi knew she had three months of safety before Yao Zizhou woke up and took his revenge. But for some reason, she was drawn to him, and when she touched him, her spiritual energy began to stir.

No one suspected that Yao Zizhou would actually still be perfectly aware of his surroundings, though he couldn’t move. He continued his days in great confusion when his arranged wife from hell was suddenly replaced with a sweet, nice girl, who actually cared for him dutifully and spoke to him with gentle words. It aroused his curiosity, but right before he could wake and see her, she fled. Yao Zizhou huffed in annoyance. There was no way he would let her escape his clutches.

The male lead is devoted, the female lead is passionate, childhood sweethearts, everyday family matters, the ordinary daily life of nurturing a wife.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.