myth

Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, Aditya wakes up reborn with ancient sun-powered abilities in a world full of monsters, immortals, and gods who really wish he’d stayed dead. Everything wants to kill him — some for revenge, some for prophecy, and some just because that’s apparently how this world says hello. Each fight leaves scars. Each victory raises the stakes. And fate keeps tightening like it has a personal grudge. The good news? His power grows every time someone tries to end him. The bad news? That just attracts bigger, angrier problems. He isn’t a chosen hero. He’s a cosmic mistake learning to survive in a world that expects him to break.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... STAR WARS 2,000 years after the death of Darth Sidious, the Jedi have developed into a prosperous empire. But new dangers lurk. The Mandalorians have united under a powerful alliance, developing new weapons and technology to rival the Jedi. A decade prior, Mandalore the Righteous successfully defeated a powerful Sith Dragon, gaining many sympathizers into his cause. Now, young archeologist Dr. Luna Grael leads an expedition into the abandoned city of Coruscant, where rumors lie an ancient Mandalorian city that was once the home of their patron war god, Kad Ha'rangir.

"My son, the day you were born, the very lands of Terra whispered the name. Come near me, Yakou. My Lord. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of power. Remember, your Line will always rule with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show courage and will when exercising your great power. Come near me, But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. My Lord. I tell you this, for when the days of the Old Era come to an end, you shall be the Emperor and become the Last Embryo for the World."​ *** Merged World: Campione x Solo Leveling x Tomb Raider King x Mondaiji Tachi Characters from: Kakegurui, Shokugeki no Soma, Tokyo Ravens x Kenganverse ***** https://subscribestar.adult/trafford-novels-adult https://www.patreon.com/Trafford

Han Junho is seventeen years old. He lives alone in a single room on the commercial edge of Seolmun — a city whose name means threshold — pays his own rent, works a part-time job that has just closed without warning, and calculates, each month, whether the numbers will hold until the future his parents promised him becomes the present he can finally live in. He is not remarkable by any measure the world has developed for measuring such things. He moves through Seolmun with the specific invisibility of someone who has learned, through necessity rather than choice, not to draw attention. He reads. He plans. He continues. Then the gates open. Across Seolmun, dimensional gates tear through ordinary space and release beings from other worlds into the streets — beings displaced mid-transit through connections that have begun, without warning or explanation, to collapse. The human response organizes with the specific efficiency of a civilization that has no framework for what is happening and builds one anyway: factions, rankings, a system that classifies the awakened and deploys them against what the catastrophe is producing. The system is thorough. It is well-intentioned. When it attempts to classify Han Junho, it produces no result. He is designated Unregistered and set aside. What the system cannot measure, it cannot see. What it cannot see is this: the gates opening across Seolmun are not the catastrophe. They are the symptom. The catastrophe itself is a process — vast, indifferent, traveling through the dimensional connections between every planet in every universe that has ever existed — and it has been consuming worlds for longer than Seolmun has existed to be consumed. Every universe has fallen to it. Every version of this story has ended the same way. Every version except this one. So far. Somewhere above the story, something is watching. It has been watching since before the first word was set down. It knows what Junho does not know — what he is, what is positioned against him, how many times this has been attempted, and how many times it has failed. It knows what kind of reader you are. It knows whether you are cheering for him or not. And it knows, in the specific way of something that has witnessed every version of this story across every universe where it was attempted, that what happens next depends not only on Junho — but on what you bring to the pages that follow. THE LAST EXISTENCE is a story about the last surviving universe, the last version of one boy, and the last attempt at something that has never yet succeeded. It is also, depending on what kind of reader you are, something else entirely. You are already part of it. Turn the page.

Welcome challenger! The world where strength reigns supreme! Where the Gods and Demons walk among the mortals! The world where weakness is a sin and where those without power are destined for the eternity of slavery and death! Welcome to the world where the inexhaustible hordes of Ruinous Powers want to devour everything in their way! Welcome to the Grimdark World of the Forgotten Realms!​

Mystery, Adventure and.. POWER. Follow along side Ard an orphaned slave who is on the edge of choosing to align his soul with a power that will drastically change his life and set things in motion that remain unseen. This book contains a power system. This book contains mystery, loss, death, fighting and some scenes that depicts heavily injured beings. It also contains a world that I have built up over the last few years. This book I am aiming to have 1000+ Chapters to bring my dreams of a fantastical but dangerous to life. Hopefully that is enough.

In a cosmos of infinite layers and dimensions, where divine forces move beyond comprehension and the fabric of reality is threaded with endless possibilities, a shadow emerges—a void that erases probability and threatens existence itself. Across these upper layers, a select group traverses realms that defy conventional understanding. Their journey is not measured by distance or time but by perception, balance, and the mastery of potential. Every step reveals reflections of reality, echoes of choices yet to be made, and tests of comprehension that challenge even the most powerful entities. In this universe, the rules are narrative itself. Success is determined not by brute strength but by understanding the hierarchy of existence, the interplay of stories and concepts, and the subtle threads connecting possibilities. The higher one ascends, the more the lines between what is, what could be, and what might never occur begin to blur. Divine Realms is an epic exploration of layered realities, cosmic balance, and the struggle to navigate a universe where every decision reshapes the narrative of existence. It is a story of perception, intuition, and courage—a journey through infinite possibilities where the greatest threats are born from potential itself.

In a reality full of harmonious magic, rising tides, and sudden encounters with false prophets and dead deities, a young gaunt man has decided to isolate himself from all the chaos... and go fishing, of course. However, one can't truly keep themselves free from the tides of fate, as a sudden encounter with a monster and a crass thunder-manipulating lady thrusted him back into the chorus of the world. Pulled in by the currents, he's dragged into thrilling encounters that challenge his morals and trauma, steeling him to bear the truths of this world. Discord: https://discord.gg/PJakm7r6FP

Nyctophobia. Intense fear of the darkness or of the Night. It was unexplainable, unfortunately, Luke had no real reason or understanding of what caused this. He was called the unluckiest man alive, but at the same time, he had the ability to conquer most of what was thrown at him. Bored of what this reality had to offer him, Luke was ecstatic to see what Gensis2076 would show him. It was a VRMMORPG created by genius scientist Kenny Smith. It was a game like no other, it was more than realistic. Luke saw this as an opportunity to escape from his rather stagnant lifestyle. Unfortunately for him, no matter where he went, along with his best friend, the only other thing that would follow him was his horrible luck. He had the ability to face off against anything, but what could he do when he was partnered with the one thing he feared the most, the Night. Current Release rate: 3 chapters a week For any [email protected] Discord- Lil Uzi Hurt#3988 Also, I'm not a professional author and don't consider myself anywhere close to one as well, as I continue to write I can assure you my quality will improve (^_^) // // // Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The cover picture is not owned by me, email me if you want it taken down (^-^)

[Warning! Slice of Life at Core!] "Are you trying to tell me that the man who made the entire Northern continent tremble works in a flimsy bar? And he's a Water Mage???" The Emperor asked his knight. "Yes, sir. I saw him with my own eyes. He has two pet dragons and—" "Good gods! The legendary dragons that historically disdain humans as his pets?! We must have this man as our own at all cost!" The Emperor screamed in amusement, "Say, when you approached this man to speak with him, what was his reaction?" The knight gulped. "He... offered my men and I drinks, and told us to tell you, the Emperor, to visit his bar sometime." The Emperor's eyes widened, and narrowed back as he smiled. "Well, I just might." ______ Maxwell Duvon Belognia was once a reject, kicked out of his noble house for his lack of talent. His noble family was one that had produced reputable flame mages for ages, and Maxwell, who had an affinity to the water element, was a good-for-nothing. Disowned by his family, he ventured out into the world to build his own solid ground, and discovered that his talent in the path of water was much more than his family had ever imagined. Along his journey, he made friends that he loved more than his own blood, allies that could give their lives up just for his sake, and the best of all — he fell in love with a woman who gave him her heart and her soul. Until an unfortunate, world ending disaster struck on his world, ending everything dear to Maxwell in just a few seconds, including the love of his life. Luckily — or unluckily — Maxwell and his friend barely survived, thrust into a different, ruthless world where they had to grow stronger and struggle to survive. Years later, they became transcendent beings who ventured into the vast cosmos where they still fought to claim a place. They became gods. During all his years of constant struggling, fighting and ascending, Maxwell never forgot the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now that he steadily approached the end of his being. Just when he thought his soul would fade away without ever seeing his love again... "Why don't we break one of the ten absolute rules proffered by the Celestial King?" His friend suggested. Maxwell's eyes widened. "What rule?" "Regression." And so, after fighting to go against the will of fate and the heavens themselves, Maxwell's soul finally regressed with eons worth of knowledge to the time when he was just a mortal, kicked out of his noble house. The best part? All his divine authorities as a god — although weakened — were still linked to his soul, including his pocket dimension which held his treasures. And because of this, to the eyes of everyone in his world, Maxwell was a ridiculously overpowered being. As news of this enigmatic, overpowered water mage spread amongst the four continents of the world Cryst, every monarch and every major power desired him for themselves. But the man in question? "I've lived a life full of suffering, battles and wars. Now, with this second chance, I just want to live a calm life. To do that, I'll have to stop the world-ending disaster coming in a few years. But for now..." He opened the door to his bar, smiling as he gazed at his customers which consisted of legendary mages, legendary mercenaries, divine healers, knights and the rest, all waiting to recruit him. Finally, his warm gaze rested on his wife, waiting for him behind the counter. "This is enough." ______________________ Ahem–! 50 powerstones = 1 extra chapters ‎100 powerstones = 2 extra chapters ‎50 Golden tickets = 5 extra chapters ‎A castle = 10 extra chapters

Three hundred years have passed, and the dark side of the world has become active once again. The legendary monsters have returned to this world; they are among us.

Mankind prospered in the modern age, but one day, everything changed. Mana descended onto the world, making a permanent change to society. Alongside it was also the appearance of monsters invading the world from the sky and from below. Gods pitied mankind and bestowed divine bloodlines, creating superhuman people called the Supernals who can fend off the invaders. But not everyone who became a Supernal is suited for the role. Those people are pariahs that don't belong anywhere, especially when there are quotas for each divine bloodline. In a world where society revolves around those with divine bloodlines, Kai is a Supernal with the lowest talent. He doesn't fit with normal people and is too ordinary to mingle with Supernals. He was ostracized for hogging a slot in a divine legacy, and his only family suffered for it. But Kai isn't weak. It's just that nothing could properly check his bloodline. [Primordial Bloodline awakened] [Patron God: Goddess of the Primordial Night] Now, with the bloodline of the final night inside him, he will bring terror to those who wronged him. However, there's one big problem that he hadn't realized. -- Bonus Chapters will depend on your votes: Power stones, golden tickets, gifts, or even comments and reviews if the mood is great!

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.

Dr. Ethan Cross is a 34-year-old professor of ancient civilizations at Oxford University. He doesn't believe in prophecies. He doesn't believe in destiny. He believes in evidence. But when a dying colleague hands him a fragment of a map — one that shouldn't exist — Ethan's world begins to crack. The map doesn't show geography. It shows rules. Seven ancient rules that govern how reality itself operates, each one sealed into a different continent thousands of years ago by an unknown civilization. The rules are waking up. And someone already knows how to use them. Dr. Marcus Vael — a senior figure within a powerful international institution — has spent two decades quietly activating these truths. Not for power. Not for money. For something far more dangerous: he genuinely believes that removing human free will is the only way to end human suffering. Ethan must cross seven continents, uncover seven truths, and make decisions that cannot be undone — because in a world governed by ancient rules, every choice leaves a permanent mark on reality. Core Question: When you know the truth — do you have the right to use it?

In the celestial realms above, the proud son of the God of Lust and Love swore a heaven-defying oath, to remain a virgin for eternity, claiming that true love needs no filthy touch of carnal desire. Enraged by such arrogance, his father cast him into the ruthless wheel of reincarnation, forcing him through nine mortal lives filled with torment and tragedy.

A hidden world. Divine weapons. A burning armour that costs life itself. Arjun must choose between saving others… or saving himself.

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles. Villagers are fearful of my grandfather. I am fearful of him too. Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me. Even grandfather is afraid of me. ... My name is Chen Shi. The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

This is the war between humans and the Ancient God Clan, tracing back to Ancient Times, extending into the future, spanning the river of history, and composing an epic. The Ancient Gods invade reality with a shattered world. Secrets from timeless mythologies reveal the truth. Ascenders traverse the gaps of time and space, journeying between two realms. Reality and transcendence, blade and sword, blood and fire. When the apocalypse arrives, the Ancient Gods awaken from their long slumber. The curtain rises— My father once went missing while investigating the resurrection of a certain God, and his fate remains unknown to this day. I am anxious, but not entirely distressed. Because that resurrected God— Is me.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent. To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth. This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers. What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent? Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.' The Zhou Family Troupe, is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...