myth

Griffins are known to be the sacred animals of God. Dragons are offspring who needed to be controlled. Their otherworldly rivalry has never eased, but Dravern was an exception. Growing up in need of avenging his dead father, Dravern got used to surviving. In his journey he meets a dragon. Being an outcast, he doesn't much care for the dragon blood and the raging past. Another chance for revenge finds him. But there are also bonds he doesn't want to break. What will he do?

Once, a body alone ruled the Three Realms. No techniques. No divine arts. Only the absolute peak of Body Cultivation. They called it the Supreme Immortal Body. Then it vanished without warning, leaving the heavens confused, the worlds unsettled, and countless experts arguing over whether it had ever truly existed. It should have remained a forgotten legend. Unfortunately, it did not.

Upalabdhi is not the tale of a hero but a way of living. It follows a forgotten king reborn as an unwanted man, forced to face the raw laws of reality. Through rejection and awakening, he turns pain into wisdom and rises as a symbol of deep morals. His inner revolution transforms how people worship and see life. Seeking truth over power, he ultimately finds himself and leaves a legacy that outlives his name.

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

A child without a name, without a memory, sold for the price of a single meal. In a world where myths awaken from the womb of suffering, something ancient and terrifying began to stir within a child who didn't even know who he was. Some myths aren't chosen. They choose you.

An interesting and mysterious story of two lover who never share their feelings among them but love each other.

Is society capable of chaining the truly strongest? Or law and order fold upon their slightest whims. Folds in the Vermillion Dusk follows Krodh a teenage boy studying in a prestigious institution designated for the noble society, his mishaps with said society as he feels chained down by the constrains set upon him by them. The story contains ideas of self reflection, classism, communalism and racism.

[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 the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now. He was steadily approaching 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."

Tertha was never meant to exist. A realm beyond the reach of the Celestials, it is a world birthed from chaos and hewn by forces that predate time itself. Across ten vast continents—shrouded in primeval forests, shifting labyrinths, and peaks that pierce the very heavens—ancient mysteries lie dormant. Yet, despite their dominion, even the most formidable races have barely scratched the surface of Tertha’s arcane secrets. Eight formidable races lay claim to these fractured lands, each driven by a nature as unyielding as the soil beneath them. Amongst them are the Antropho, whose pursuit of forbidden knowledge borders on a perilous obsession, and the Everin—stoic sentinels who guard the ancient wilds with silent vigilance. While the Ourei command the soaring mountain spires with the raw strength of the earth, the Diablo leave only ruin in their wake. Driven by an insatiable bloodlust, they exist in a perpetual cycle of carnage, embodying the very essence of demonic strife. The realm is further shaped by the Görva, undisputed masters of the forge and ancient craft, and the Gravon—apex hunters driven by primal blood and instinct. In the shadow of encroaching war, the Furnox preserve the brutal elegance of their ancestral combat rites. Yet, a collective dread lingers for the Aoratoz: those spectral harbingers that emerge from the lightless Abyss, transcending the very nature of death. On Tertha, strength is the only enduring law. Here, power manifests in many lethal guises: while some crush their foes with raw, unrelenting might, others weave the very fabric of the arcane. The Neva Warriors strike with a soul-searing aura, burning through the fray, as Element Benders command the world itself—reshaping the battlefield to their iron will. But then came the ambition. The insatiable greed. The hunger for absolute dominion. From the depths of the lightless Abyss, the Aoratoz forged a weapon of forbidden origin—a blade that severs more than just flesh. It cuts through the very soul itself. They call it.. The Soul Sword. ---

In a world where humans, elves, dwarfs, mages, and demons vie for dominance, kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of a growing threat on the distant horizon. In times of dire peril, a single clan bore the Black Sigil, drawing power from the mysterious deity Infinity: a power that came at a devastating cost. Now extinct, their legacy haunts the lands, as kingdoms clash and the balance of power teeters on the edge of ruin.

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.”

After sacrificing his life to save another’s, 24-year-old Ryan Ray is pulled from his mundane world and dumped into a realm teetering on the brink of all out war. Tasked by a cryptic, divine ‘spirit’, he’s given one job: protect a fragile world from a mysterious prophecy. But thanks to the spirit’s charmingly incompetent assistant, Ryan is dropped into the wrong world, a much, much more dangerous one. Will he rise to the challenge and become the hero this planet needs? Probably not. He’s just a human after all. [This novel will be slow paced. There won’t be 24/7 action, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting the whole way through] Enjoy!

Join the story of five new gods and their creation, as they try and navigate and understand their universe while making sure their own world is safe from any outside danger. Disclaimer: If you expect things should just work out for the main characters, this isn't the novel for you. My antagonist are people with thought and their own plans, they are capable of adjusting if things don't work out their way. Have a fun time reading.

The denizens of every race outside the High Continent was called to compete amongst themselves in order to decide the Lord of All Races. They compete through tests and events created by the Supreme Will. The further they can go, the higher their chance of becoming the Lord of All Races. Zhou Zhou was one of the lucky ones to obtain a Legendary-tier lord talent, and with that he would compete amongst his peers and other external forces in order to become the Lord of All Races, or die trying. For easier decision making, the novel has the following: Kingdom Building 80% Overpowered Moments Ranking Competition Worthy Opponents Entertaining Fight Scene Interesting Side Characters Slice of Life... and More. Read it, you might just fall in love with it. And if interested, you can find the updated story in the profile of the review below.

This is a story where the characters are made to compete amongst themselves in order to decide the Lord of All Races. The Supreme Will create tests and events and let the characters compete. The further the characters can go, the higher their chance of becoming the Lord of All Races. The Mc, Zhou Zhou, was one of the lucky ones to obtain a Legendary-tier lord talent, and with that he would compete amongst his peers and other external forces in order to become the Lord of All Race, or die trying. The novel has the following: Kingdom Building 80% Overpowered Moments Ranking Competition Worthy Opponents Interesting Side Characters Slice of Life... and More. Read it, you might just fall in love with it.

As he battles sleepless nights, fading hope, and the blurred line between reality and imagination, Raman must confront the truth about loss, guilt, and the promises we make to those we love - both living and dead. In a world where faith and fear walk side by side, can Raman find peace before the past consumes his future?

Resonance Weaving demands a perfect vessel. Kaelen Vane is a ruined splinter. Born with a fractured core, drawing ambient magic would boil his nervous system alive. This defect cost him his family crest and his inheritance. Now, his meager academy stipend is the only thing paying for his sick sister's medicine. Then the instructors issue a final ultimatum. Cast a spell in three weeks for the Crucible tournament, or face expulsion. Expulsion means his sister dies. Kaelen sneaks into the restricted archives to find a workaround. He unearths a banned practice from the First Era. Ancient mages bypassed human biology entirely, forcing raw energy into physical stones. The Academy outlawed the method centuries ago due to its lethal volatility. A single miscalculated frequency causes the conduit to detonate. Trading his winter coat for an obsidian sphere, Kaelen runs the math. He anchors a kinetic Thread. The resulting shockwave vaporizes his target. Armed with forbidden magic, Kaelen prepares to enter the brutal Crucible against the High House heirs. Every cast risks blowing his own hands off. He must calculate perfectly. He must fight ruthlessly. And first, he must deal with the academy's elite prodigy who just caught him in the act.

Reincarnating in a fantasy world is something. But what happens if you reincarnate in a body of someone with no combat power. That's what i am going through right now in the body of Oscar in Douluo Dalu continent with Sausage Martial Spirit.

Violet has always lived at the edge of the world. An orphan with no memory of her past, she dreams of becoming an adventurer and discovering the world beyond the life she has always known. But when a sacred seal mysteriously disappears, that dream turns into something far greater than she ever expected. The seal was meant to be guarded by a goddess—and its loss threatens the balance of the world itself. Now Violet finds herself drawn into a journey she never sought, accompanied by Nainai, a strange companion entrusted to her by the goddess. At first she does not trust him. Yet with no other path before her, she has little choice but to move forward. As their search for the missing seal unfolds, Violet begins to realize that forces far greater than herself are moving behind the scenes. Even the Demon King is searching for the seal. Violet does not know why she was chosen for this path. Only that walking away may no longer be possible—and that the truth awaiting her at the end of this journey may change far more than the fate of the world.

Two years after the Immortal Ruler’s death, Yunara City stands fragile under corruption and fear. A lone samurai appears in its streets — silent, cold-eyed, carrying a blade and secrets no one dares to question. As shadows creep through the city and power shifts quietly in the alleys, Raikaro’s arrival begins to change everything. Some bloodlines refuse to fade. Some marks cannot be hidden. And some swords decide the fate of all.