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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
ScarletQuillWrites · 10.9k Views

I, Voldemort (Self-Insert)

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
MythosMixer · 18.6k Views

Tokyo's Romeo

Reborn in modern Tokyo, Kuroha Akira comes back with exactly zero cheat abilities, zero morals, and zero motivation. His life goal is simple and noble: lie flat forever. Unfortunately, lying flat costs money—and working? Absolutely not. Since no elegant, rich onee-san is lining up to keep him, Akira pivots to a more long-term investment strategy: Find future rich girls. Raise them. Optimize favorability. Cash out dividends later. Think of it as angel investing—except the startups are people, the currency is affection, and the exit strategy is becoming a full-time kept man. This is Akira’s personal life hack: “Favorability is just an emotional stock market.” As long as he can manipulate emotional trends, hedge risks across multiple “portfolios,” and prevent any single relationship from crashing the whole system… A life of being financially supported until death is statistically achievable. Our slogan: “Lie flat. Rot slowly. Let someone else pay the bills.” *** But reality, as always, drops an unexpected patch update. Breaking News: The long-missing legendary entrepreneur and investor Kuroha Akira has been rescued after years of captivity. The prime suspects? Several women he maintained “complicated emotional positions” with during his high school era. Footage from the rescue scene captures Akira muttering in disbelief: “Why… I drained so much money… …and her favorability went up instead of crashing?!” *** His life ultimately proves two immutable truths: Emotional markets are more volatile than crypto. Being a kept man always comes with hidden costs. *** Disclaimer: Yes, this is a harem story. No, these heroines are not mentally normal. Proceed at your own emotional risk. https://patreon.com/BlackZetsu?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
Shunsuke_Uchiha · 133.1k Views