myth

Note: This story is also being officially published on RoyalRoad.com under my account: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/657530/fictions. Three kingdoms stand strong in the east, west, and north of the land of Santara. Peace has been maintained ever since Malakar, the ruler of darkness, was defeated by the allied forces of the three kingdoms hundreds of years ago. The evil force has since fallen silent, hiding in the ruined and forgotten south of Santara. Yet, time moves on. Kings rise and fall, rulers come and go, and unknowingly, the shadow of darkness begins to creep from the south with a plan so sinister. While the three rulers of the kingdoms are busy competing for power, sharp claws of darkness start to erode the walls of the borders. An ancient terror, long thought dead, slowly awakens, bringing a threat greater than ever before.

Bhairava, a 22 year old college student with ambition of becoming a journalist. He also practices lucid dreaming, a skill where a person can control their dreams and succeeds after so much effort. But one night in lucid dream, something strange happens. Bhairava loses control and sees unusual things that feel very real. From then, his dreams begin to show him the near future and the same events happen exactly the next day in real life. At first, Bhairava thinks he can use this power to stop tragedies. But the outcome becomes even more tragic. Bhairava feels trapped in a mystery. He does not know if this power is a blessing or a curse. He can’t even understand Why is this happening? With this strange gift of foresight, Bhairava must decide what to do. Should he use it to help people, uncover truths, and become the journalist? Or should he hide it, live in fear and let the visions control his life? Bhairava’s journey becomes a struggle between destiny and choice. In search of answers, he must face the mystery of his dreams and uncover the truth behind everything. But the question is: Will he uncovering hidden realities or surrender to the nightmare?

-R̶o̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶D̶a̶w̶n̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶.̶ -T̶h̶e̶ ̶g̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶k̶e̶p̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶i̶v̶e̶ Everyone in the game Rotting with Dawn was either an idiot or slowly becoming one, if done right this would be an interesting development but there was a small problem. They all get unsavory development then die an unsavory death. When all of the characters took their downfall even the loyalist of fans went as far as dropping the game calling it a piece of trash that should be 6 feet underground. As someone who heard all of this taking place and still played it on a whim... It fucked up my mental state but I couldn't help but want to see it off to the end. When the last update arrived I was going to click it finally ending the obsession once and for all. Unfortunately I didn't even get to see the update as I started coughing up blood and died. Ding!

Most people believe myths are just stories. They’re not. When the impossible begins appearing in the real world, subtle and easy to dismiss, AITS - Agent International Threat Secure, steps in. Operating beyond governments and public knowledge, they track, contain, and erase anything that does not belong. To them, folklore is not history. It is a pattern of intrusions. But as incidents grow stranger and harder to control, one truth becomes clear. Some things are not returning from the past. They are arriving from somewhere else.

Mainly involving around the Shainihebun, where everything is lead to betrayal and tragedy, Chiyo, a warrior that is known for her talent to create crystals out of nothing, lives a life of a prey and goes through consistent loss and self-guilt. The book is about Chiyo's self sacrifice to spread the Mythical Prisms, basically indulging deep into the origins of what went down millenias ago.

A vengeful king rampages the continent, while unseen threats and troubling prophecies stir beyond control.

"-Thousands of years, waiting for the sun to shine on us again. Thousands of years, screaming for the gods to take mercy on us. Thousands of years, crying for our loved ones to come back to life." His words chilling, and choking the lungs of the woman sitting in front of him. The woman who knew nothing, yet, still attempted to save this worthless soul but craving its gifts. Same as others. Her almond-shaped eyes that shone gray with pearls falling from them as if she were a clam endlessly spilling precious jewels with no one to help collect them. "So many centuries... Watching as life after life is collected by their hands and my own. These centuries of hatred, how could I forget?" Wiping the dust off an eerie brass horn, Haolin's fingers instinctively curled around its handle. Almost tight enough to crush it in his hands, "-I can't turn back time. I can't return to those who gave their all for an unworthy cause, nor can I slaughter the traitors whose blood already stained my hands once." The sight of the horn's distorted handle made her catch her breath. "This useless "blessing" I traded the gods my everything for." His smile was scornful, "Are you also a foolish human who desires 'Heaven's Favor'?"

A world merge together by Bramwell and Zeus. A boy’s fate was being played with. inherited Zeus lineage inherited Bramwell lineage But after his hard work ,Zeus lineage was erased And he became ?

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 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.

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!

This is a world with only oceans, through which scattered are countless small islands and treasures. With swords, gunpowder, sailing ships, and most important, the Treasure Hunting System, Alka is ready to dominate the oceans! 「Map detected」 「Scanning for Treasure」 「Scan complete」 「Happy Treasure hunting!」

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.

In the world of card games, myths from China will be re-established! Mythical legends of Earth will also become myths in this world! In this world of cards, with cards as the medium, the birth of myths is welcomed! What does it matter if the body is weak? What if suffering from muscle weakness? In this world without character cards, only equipped with weapon cards and skill cards, I will create a new genre! Starting with the Summoning Card: Nezha, the Third Lotus Prince! Give the world a shock from China!

【Brand New Setting】【Fully Developed System】 When you awoke, you had become an official known as "Minister of Agriculture" in a fantasy game. "Dynasty's Prosperity" version: You diligently cultivated the "Seasonal Order," from "Harmonizing Winds and Rains" to "Summoning the Winds and Commanding the Rains," from "Bountiful Grain Harvests" to "All Things Flourish," commanding the seasons and quietly developing. You achieved minor successes, joined the army on expeditions, and controlled the "Four Books of Agriculture." You froze thousands of miles of great rivers to pave the way for the army. With "Miasma" you slew enemies, "Fog Shadow" obstructed tens of thousands of troops, establishing unparalleled military exploits and rising to the position of Director of Agriculture, secretly seizing the fate of the dynasty, all falling into your hands. "Spiritual Energy Resurgence" version: You nurtured "Mountain Spirits and Wild Creatures": Twin lotus make you invulnerable to both water and fire, the Seven Star Sword cools the light across Nineteen Provinces, Parasitic Species feeding on living beings, Void Species rooting in the void to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth... You established an inner scenic area, cultivated immortal species, with "Grand Taiyi Lotus" replicating en masse! "Ancient Tree of Life" immortal and indestructible! "A true seed falls into the Dantian, can nurture spiritual sprouts for ten thousand years, one day when the cultivation is complete, my life is governed by me, not by the heavens!" "Heart fire shines like the sun, kidney water is the source, spleen stores earth, lungs refine through metal, liver sustains with qi. Using the body as the foundation, nurture original species, foster all laws, achieving the status of Shennong Dao Master !"

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty? It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry. Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human? Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts! Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

Other heroes reincarnate as warriors, mages, or assassins. Me? I got the Janitor System. Sweep for a hundred hours or die. Wipe windows to unlock legendary gear. Mop until my arms fall off just to earn the 'Divine Mop of Kirin.' Oh, and surprise! My surname is Odinson~ Which sounds cool, until I found that my ancestral family are murderous nobles who see me as nothing but disposable trash. Too bad for them. In this world, I clean house in more ways than one—

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.

A young man lives a consistent, unchanging life, surrounded by the familiar figures he cherishes daily. But the boy has been sensing an unease, a foreboding feeling, as if an omen is about to descend upon them .