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This is a short story blending the wildness of primitive tribes with the fantastical fate of dragon clans. Set in a primitive dragon clan tribe with a muted, low-saturation color palette, the story revolves around the revenge plan of Luke, the half-blood dragon protagonist. The main storyline is interwoven with the core conflict of the female lead welcoming a new life through childbirth. Amidst the dark and oppressive power struggles within the tribe, the arrival of the new life breaks the shackles of the original fate, echoing the core theme of new life emerging from darkness. The overall style is gloomy and profound, filled with the hidden vibe of primitive wilderness and the fateful tension of the ancient dragon clan. Through a unified muted and low-saturation visual tone, it finally delivers the story's core: all colors are reborn after darkness.

In my past life, I married the golden Seraphim heir Jax, bore his white-winged son who became Sovereign, and was burned alive by my jealous sister Bellatrix. Reborn on the day of the Rite of Union, I watched Bellatrix steal Jax again and beg me to step aside. Our father sided with her as always. This time, I refused to play the victim. Instead of choosing the powerful Seraphim, I married Damon — the despised, “poor” heir of the Shadow Demon clan that everyone mocked. Bellatrix laughed at my “terrible” choice and proudly announced her pregnancy within months, flaunting her future as the mother of the next Sovereign. But I knew her dirty secrets. My peaceful pregnancy became her nightmare. When her monstrous, multi-fathered children were exposed, the Seraphim clan turned on her. Jax abandoned and tortured her. In her final madness, she tried to kill my babies. She failed. I watched her die screaming, just as she once watched me burn. Now, with my children safe and my revenge complete, the heavens call me back as the Shadow Saint.

Luna, wife of Alpha King Xenois, endures his neglect as he prioritizes his ex-girlfriend Sophia and her son Riley over their own son, Ollie, who is mysteriously ill. Ollie's condition, suspected to be a magical siphon, worsens. Xenois misses Ollie's fifth birthday for Riley's, a betrayal Luna and Ollie witness publicly. Heartbroken, Ollie dies after Luna is hit by a car saving him. Luna, blaming Xenois, dies from a broken mate bond. Reborn, Luna resolves to save Ollie and leave Xenois. She proactively seeks medical help for Ollie and confronts Sophia, who manipulates Xenois with lies about Luna's hostility. Xenois, believing Sophia, forces Luna to apologize. At a lunch, Luna retaliates against Sophia's provocations, leading Xenois to banish her. Luna then learns Ollie has collapsed, realizing time is running out. Riley's perspective reveals Sophia's abuse and manipulation.

Sebastian, Poseidon’s youngest son and the hidden Sea Duke, has spent seven years supporting his wife, Amelia. But on his birthday, he sees Amelia kissing her guard captain, Felix. Betrayed, Sebastian takes back everything he gave her. When Felix strikes, will Amelia learn who Sebastian really is?

Six years ago, while pregnant, Lyla sacrificed her wolf spirit and broke her mate bond to save her love, Ronan. But Scarlett stole the credit and framed her as a traitor. For six years, Lyla raised their son, Asher, alone—until Scarlett poisoned him. Heartbroken, Lyla plunged off a cliff. Answering Asher's soul, the Moon Goddess gave Lyla a second chance at life. On Ronan and Scarlett's wedding day, a coffin containing Asher's body arrives. How will Ronan face the cruel truth of Asher's death?

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

Seraphina won the North with blood, only to have her glory and fiancé stolen by her stepsister Lysandra. In her past life, she died in flames, betrayed by everyone. Now reborn on the very day she's forced to yield, she plays along, then publicly rejects her treacherous fiancé, and chooses Lucien, the crippled prince mocked by all. Once a dragon rider, now broken and bitter, he sees through her mask, she sees his scars. She reclaims her family fortune, exposes Lysandra's lies, and heals Lucien's wounds with battlefield medicine. When the Northern war erupts, Seraphina reveals her true power, Lucien soars again, and they unmask the usurper prince. Together, they take back everything, and rule the dragon realm as equals.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”