Novels by Yarah

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

“How did you get these cuts, Your Highness?” the royal physician asked, carefully wrapping bandages around Vaani’s arms and wrists.“I-I… fell down the stairs,” Vaani stammered, avoiding his gaze as her eyes flickered nervously.The physician’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Certainly, you didn’t happen to take part in the tourney to get injuries like these, did you?”Her heart skipped a beat, and she blinked at him, puzzled. “Uh… what do you mean?”He chuckled softly. “I’ve treated all kinds of injuries, Your Highness. By now, I can tell the difference between cuts from a sword and bruises from a fall.”Vaani’s cheeks flushed. “Please don’t tell anyone,” she whispered, her voice filled with urgency.The physician chuckled again, his smile reassuring. “Why would I?”Her curiosity piqued, and she tilted her head. “You seem awfully young for a royal physician. How old are you?”“You’re quite observant, Princess. I turn twenty soon,” he replied.Her brows shot up in surprise. “You’re

Vaani had a plan—a ridiculous one, but a plan nonetheless. She made her way to Prince Vir’s tent at the tourney grounds, determined to carry it out. Wandering among the rows of tents, she came across a servant who kindly pointed her in the direction of her brothers’ quarters. Following his instructions, she pushed aside the flap of what she thought was Vir’s tent.But as she stepped inside, she found it empty. No one was there. Her eyes fell on a pile of garments carelessly tossed onto the bed—a black hanbok, exactly like the one she had noticed a man wearing outside."You’re not supposed to be here," a cold voice interrupted from behind, making her spin around."I’m sorry, I—" she stammered, her words faltering as she took in the man before her. Clad in a green hanbok, his face concealed by a piece of cloth, he stood stiffly, his hands clasped behind his back. His piercing brown eyes fixed on her, and she felt as if they were boring straight into her soul."Your brothers’ tent is the