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Douluo: Qian Renxue Reborn, I'm Her Younger Brother

Get the fully translated and completed novel here on my shop: Patreon.com/UIGOD I, Qian Renjue, have been reborn! Reborn inside Bibi Dong's womb on the Douluo Continent, becoming the twin brother of Qian Renxue. I am born with a love for laughter, possessing the power of warmth and salvation. As long as I spread great love, I can receive rewards. I obtained the Six-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul. But, strangely, my sister's killing intent is even greater, and her sword is sharper than mine. "Anyone who makes Jue lose his smile, I will take their life!" Reborn, Qian Renxue, now a doting sister, won't allow her brother to suffer the slightest harm. Letting her brother draw his sword is a failure on her part as a sister! "For Jue, even a holy angel can bathe in blood!" Qian Renxue declared. Until one day, Qian Renjue left Wuhun City and arrived at Heaven Dou City. Only then did he realize. His sister also seemed to know the plot! But even so. Qian Renxue still couldn't escape the schemes of the Asura God and the Sea God. Fortunately, Qian Renjue's spreading of great love was effective. Yu Xiaogang came to be a nuisance. Liu Erlong, consumed by lovesickness, drained his blood and marrow. "Ah Jue, this is the Golden Holy Dragon's origin, I've extracted it all!" Tang San and his father attacked. Xiao Wu, infatuated with her master, poured her heart out to Tang San. "Master, if I rip out Tang San's heart, can I get more rewards?" The bloodthirsty Ah Yin wrapped around Tang Hao's deceased wife. "Master, Tang Hao's blood smells awful, it's truly disgusting." The Asura and Sea Gods invaded. Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, who loved her son more than her life, soared into the sky. "Anyone who touches him must die! Even gods are not exempt!" Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue combined their swords, the two gods merged into one. They transformed into the Twelve-Winged Chaos Angel, the Overgod, and the God of Order! They purged the God Realm, restoring a clear sky to the continent!
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Heir of the Sundered Crown

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter
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Prince Aelor Targaryen Legacy

It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/ScarletQuillWrites
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