Novels by Yarah

“Apologies, Your Royal Majesty. My sister can be uncontrollably childish at times. She doesn’t always think before she speaks,” Lakshya said, rising from his seat with a bow. “Perhaps it’s due to her health. Please excuse us for a moment.”With that, he pulled Vaani and Vir out of the dining hall, Vir trailing behind with a confused expression.Once they were out of earshot, Lakshya whirled on them, his voice low but seething with frustration. “I knew this birdbrain would never be good enough to face a skilled swordsman.”“But I—” Vir started to defend himself, but Lakshya cut him off with a sharp glare, offering no support.“How could you both be so negligent?” Lakshya hissed, his eyes narrowing with displeasure. “Do you have any idea who that was? Our entire future depends on this alliance. The survival of our nation relies on it!”“It’s not his fault,” Vaani mumbled, her voice quiet but firm. “I locked him in the dresser.”“When will you grow up, Vaani?” Lakshya snapped, exasperati

Yeonho stood in the throne room with his head lowered, the crown prince at his side, mirroring his solemn posture. The vast chamber held its breath, a tense stillness humming beneath the gilded ceiling—until the king’s voice erupted, cutting through the air like a drawn blade, each word laced with venomous disdain.“As I had predicted, he has started assuming your place,” the king said, his cold gaze fixed on Yeonho, though his words were meant for the crown prince.Yeonho did not flinch. He had long learned that responding to such accusations was fruitless. The weight of the king’s contempt was a familiar burden, one he had carried since the day he stepped into the palace.Yeonho had no fond memories of the royal throne room. The king rarely summoned him here—only when duty demanded it, and never for reasons he would cherish. He was not a noble guest nor a valued advisor. He was merely a guard, granted the position out of necessity, tolerated only because the crown prince had taken a

Zane's consciousness drifted in and out, his mind swimming through layers of disjointed dreams before he was abruptly pulled into reality. His eyelids felt like lead, resisting his efforts to open them. The first thing he registered was the realization that he was back in the year 1025, the Kangyu Dynasty. The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of polished wood and incense.The second was the way a sword was unceremoniously shoved against his throat.Zane's breath hitched.It wasn’t exactly the warm welcome he had imagined upon meeting the legendary King Yu in the flesh.And yet, there he was, hovering over Zane like some kind of vengeful deity, eyes narrowed with unfiltered disdain. He had never imagined in his entire life that he'd ever get to see his idol up close, the man whose very existence had shaped history, the man he had worshipped, the—"Who are you?" he demanded, voice sharp like the edge of the blade he weilded.Zane panicked at th

The Guardian of Time!The name sent a shiver down Zane’s spine. He wasn’t a man who believed in fate or magic, but the weight of this being’s presence made his blood run cold.But before he could speak a word, the Guardian spoke again, "You loved her didn't you?""What I saw just now-" he yelled, his heart picking a pace, feeling a sudden horror."It was a glimpse of the past," replied the Guardian of Time. "Something that you entering 1025 would've changed. But you-""What?" He exclaimed, his tone clearly surprised and disbelieving."You're in a stage between death and afterlife," the voice replied, curtly, her words prompting his heart to sink even more, his senses numb. "To put it simply, your soul is temporarily confined.""I-I'm dead?" he exclaimed in a gruff voice."Well! In 2025, yes, " she replied, her tone calm but stern. "In 1025, no.""1025," he drew his brows together, puzzled as to what had happened.Then he remembers. Of course, I died. I fell from a 30-storeyed building.

The Next DayPerhaps he was dreaming, possibly hallucinating. What if he was drugged?All of these possibilities raced through Zane's mind as he regained consciousness, blinking his eyes open in the hope of getting back to his senses and, most likely, home.But as soon as he opened his eyes, he found his legs and hands tied to the four corners of the bed, preventing him from moving. Next to him on the same bed slept the same blue hanbok guy who had knocked him off earlier.The boy appeared to be young, no older than twenty. Zane wondered if he'd seen the guy before, or if he was one of Lorenzo’s men. But again, he seemed too young to be a member of some mafia gang."Hey, kid!" he yelled, startling the hanbok guy awake."Whooo did you just referred to as a kid?" the guy replied, rubbing his sleepy eyes."You, who else is here?" Zane rolled his eyes."Mr-," the boy retorted as he shifted into a seated posture, "I'm the royal physician here, you mustn't-”"Yeah! As if," Zane mocked, refus

“Apologies, Your Royal Majesty. My sister can be uncontrollably childish at times. She doesn’t always think before she speaks,” Lakshya said, rising from his seat with a bow. “Perhaps it’s due to her health. Please excuse us for a moment.”With that, he pulled Vaani and Vir out of the dining hall, Vir trailing behind with a confused expression.Once they were out of earshot, Lakshya whirled on them, his voice low but seething with frustration. “I knew this birdbrain would never be good enough to face a skilled swordsman.”“But I—” Vir started to defend himself, but Lakshya cut him off with a sharp glare, offering no support.“How could you both be so negligent?” Lakshya hissed, his eyes narrowing with displeasure. “Do you have any idea who that was? Our entire future depends on this alliance. The survival of our nation relies on it!”“It’s not his fault,” Vaani mumbled, her voice quiet but firm. “I locked him in the dresser.”“When will you grow up, Vaani?” Lakshya snapped, exasperatio