myth

Every once in a while a story comes along in which a Protagonist demolishes through every hurdle with perfect ease, in a manner that seems Godlike in all aspects, you probably already guessed….. this is not that story, it’s nowhere near that story. Join Cassius as he traverses the truth of reincarnation and undergoes hellish back-breaking training for every single ounce of power that means little in the face of adversity. To go on an adventure that will shape history forever, an adventure he wants no part of.

The Orbs of Eurydice - They were a simple concept, really. go down to 'The Deep Layers', fetch an orb, kill or be killed, leave... Simple. You just had to crush the orb, overcome the terror hidden within it, and leave. Except the terror usually won. People aren't stupid, they wouldn't optionally go for an orb, would they? issue is, they're stupidly high in value regardless due to their nature. Magical. Fail to retrieve one? You die. Succeed? Well, better hope 'they' listen, pay you fairly and leave you alone! Or, you know, die. Stay in the deep layers? Well, usually, you die. So when he's in nothing but bloodied rags, arrested, and forced to go onto a solo searching party as punishment? His first thoughts were simply: "This is hell." And he desperately wants to break out.

Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read. Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly, I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redoing that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice 3: All corrections are done.

Smuggled away and abandoned in the distant nation of Xathia, Tamura is raised not as a hero… but as property. Alone, forgotten, and surrounded by cruelty, he grows up clinging to fading memories and a power he doesn’t understand. But the more the world tries to suppress him the stronger Tamura seems to get in defiance

Tras años de un conflicto interminable, el vasto Imperio del Sol Naciente se enfrenta a la última frontera por conquistar: los remotos Los Páramos del continente más pobre, brutalmente ignorados por las grandes potencias durante las Guerras de Unificación. Ahora, el joven príncipe heredero, Rose, se embarca en una misión en nombre de su padre. Su objetivo es claro: hacer todo lo posible para incorporar este último continente al glorioso imperio del cual, algún día, será emperador.

Animals that people once loved suddenly turned into magical beasts and turned the world upside down. With the mines destroyed and later occupied by magical beasts, humanity was starved of the resources needed to continue fighting them. Fortunately, beings from another world lent their power to humans in the form of avatars. Every human would awaken an avatar and use its power to grow stronger and fight against the beasts. Yet Auric found himself unable to awaken a single avatar. An avatar wasn’t supposed to leave the body of its partner, but his father’s avatar—the black dragon—mysteriously appeared before him, unraveling a series of secrets he had never known before. Did he really fail to awaken an avatar? What exactly was an avatar? Did they really come from another world?

Laia Hayes is just the broke orphan scholarship kid of Aetheris Academy, scraping by on night shifts and skipped meals. All she wants for her 18th realm awakening is a tiny pocket domain, a handful of casual worshippers, and just enough faith tax to cover her tuition. No power games, no fanatic batteries, just a quiet, normal life. Too bad the refugees she picked up from the Chaos Sea aren't what they seem. That ragtag bunch of runaways? They're actually the most powerful overlords of every race—dragon lords, elven archmages, demon princes, even the queen of the rakkasra swarm. They're on the run from a tyrant Greater God, and they're convinced Laia is a hidden Overgod, slumming it among mortals to hide from the world. Now Laia's accidentally built a realm where her "fake refugee believers" are building starships, forging legendary weapons, and revolutionizing industry, turning her tiny pocket realm into the most powerful domain in existence. Everyone at the academy thinks she's the strongest god in the world. And Laia? She's just trying to figure out why her refugees are paying her so much tax that she can afford a hundred new awakening crystals. Who knew the quiet life would turn her into the most powerful god alive?

“Now and then, my path has always been forward!” - Xinyu Ma, the Merchant of Joy Xinyu Ma, a mysterious girl from the isolated Eastlands, journeys westward with a dream to free the world from heaven's lie. From Wukong to Erlang Shen, her magic draws on the power of ancient Chinese gods, yet her greatest weapon is always her ceaseless smile. Stronger than one, stronger than all, her path is the one she paves, and is one that always leads forward. But all is not as it seems. Anomalous black magic begins to infest the air. Witches and corrupt angels appear. The stench of something brewing reeks, unbeknownst to the warring lands, and mayhaps, even the heavens. Heaven's greatest prophet, Kitsune the Fox Spirit, prophesies Xinyu's death; an unnatural death that would mark the end of existence itself should she head to the Westlands. Despite these forboding omens, she presses forward into a world brimming with magic, much different from whence she came. She quickly teams up with a once hopeless peasant, a genius scientist renowned throughout the land, a legendary king, and many other larger-than-life characters to pave the path to a new world - one where humanity is free to laugh and smile eternally. "Do not give up, do not falter, not even for a moment." Full Book available on Amazon now!

What's the difference between death and this character, Neo? He woke up as an insignificant character. Neo isn't just the weakest in the entire novel; he is also the only character with one purpose: to die. But hold on, this insignificant character has these obsessive yanderes who would slaughter even the slightest fly that hurts him. And his mom? A tyrant villainess, who erased the hero academy off the face of the earth because of his death. Neo has them all.

Red was Earth’s youngest spy, trained to lie, kill, and survive impossible missions. Then he died and woke up in the body of Prince Alzein, the disgraced heir of a collapsing kingdom. Now trapped in a world drowning in war, Droulbeasts, and divine lies, Red has no choice but to play prince while hunting the truth behind the gods themselves. Armed with a cracked spear of light, a dead prince’s name, and instincts sharpened by another life, he fights to stay ahead of nobles, monsters, and a Dark Sovereign who wants to devour the world’s soul. But the deeper Red goes, the more he learns that history has been twisted, the Light was never pure, and the girl who brought him here may be the key to saving everything… or destroying it.

[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

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

A story about revenge after his family and his hometown were raided by mercenary humans, after years of training he lead a army of different races to fight corrupted humans and save more innocent species.

Disclaimer: [Slow Burn], [Prose Heavy] Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written -- there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert -- and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Vothanael, Elkaius in some translations, and in some, He is the Primordial Extinction. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself -- a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*

The journey of a Tahtah seeking redemption from his resting place in mictlan. a fusion of hip hop and folklorico style as well as Mexica (Aztec) and Mayan mythology and the fantastic creatures and myths of Mexico. A birth blessed by a God to ultimately be cursed by another God. which leads to a journey from the underworld back to the realm of the living. Once a slave seeking freedom, to a cursed being given the role of guide and protector. when will his journey and end and how long can he keep his sanity through an eternity? we will have to see if he will learn his lessons or stay in the same cycles while death dances awaiting his libiration.

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.

Rudra Rajput is a normal twenty-one-year-old college student who spends most of his time lost in fantasy novels, dreaming of a life filled with adventure and purpose. To him, magic and fantasy only exist in stories, but he hopes that one day he could also be a part of those stories. But it's not like he could be in a story if he wants to be in, so his usual normal day-to-day life continues. Home to college, College to home and with novels in his smartphone to keep him company in this boring world. But on one extraordinary day, the universe shifts. A rare celestial event causes the planets of the solar system to align, triggering a mysterious spatial collapse at the very place where Rudra is walking. In that moment, he should have died. Instead, something impossible happens. He encounters a mysterious phenomenon and is swept away by spatial collapse. But his story doesn't end there, for mysterious reasons he finds himself in front of Mahadev and asks for one thing he desires the most, an adventure... And his request is accepted because lo and behold... he has asked one God, whom even other Divines call Bhole Shankar for a reason. ..... Rudra’s journey has begun. in Chronicles of Rudra: Uncovering the Myth. Watch the world through the eyes of Rudra. ....... A.I. Generated Cover Tags: Main; #Adventure #Sliceoflife #Fantasy #Overpowered Sub; #Timetravel #Gods and Myth #Action #Buddinglove #eastern https://discord.gg/5tE4GMxxn

On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, Ard dreams of an endless void… and a voice that calls him child of the First and the Fallen. When he wakes, something has changed. In a world where power is earned—through devotion to the gods or the awakening of one’s own soul—Ard has always been powerless. Just another orphan scraping by at the edge of survival. But as strange visions bleed into reality and unseen forces begin to move, it becomes clear: His awakening isn’t coming. It’s already begun. As rifts tear open and creatures from beyond slip into the world, Ard is pulled into a path far greater—and far more dangerous—than he ever imagined. The gates to distant realms promise power, freedom, and answers… but also horrors that few survive. And somewhere beyond it all, something is watching. Something that knows his name.

In the quiet concrete shack of a small observatory near Jamshedpur, twenty-six-year-old doctoral student Arjun Rao has spent months chasing cosmic noise that no one else cares about. His thesis stalled, his advisor vanished, and the universe reduced to static, he finds solace only in the headphones and the endless sweep of the radio dish. One ordinary night, the static answers back. A precise sequence of prime numbers emerges from the cosmic background — not random, not natural. Embedded within the signal is something deeper: an addressing structure, a label in a referencing system older than light itself. When Arjun calculates the total accumulated observer-moments since the universe first cooled enough to see itself, the numbers match exactly. The address is his. The signal identifies him not as a listener, but as an Active Variable. Observation: ongoing. What begins as a mathematical anomaly quickly unravels everything Arjun thought he knew about reality. The universe is not silent. It is not indifferent. It has been indexing every act of witnessing since the first hydrogen atom formed — every proof scribbled in margins, every late-night thought, every fleeting moment of awareness. And now it has noticed him noticing it. As the signal evolves and alternate realities bleed into his own — reflections showing equations he never wrote, moments that feel pre-filed — Arjun is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: consciousness is not a byproduct of the cosmos. It is its oldest mechanism. And some variables, once observed, can never be unfiled. Blending rigorous mathematics, ancient Indian philosophy, and quiet cosmic horror, The Night the Numbers Listened Back is a haunting exploration of what it means to be seen by a universe that has been watching itself through us all along.

I died, and ended up meeting three goddesses. They gave me the chance to reincarnate and also gave me three wishes. Maybe I will become a king? or maybe something bigger? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rewrite