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​For centuries, the scattered islands of Kiribati have been bound together not by the tools of man, but by the tides of fear. The ocean here gives life, but it also takes it away—silently and without warning. The locals speak of Te Anti—monstrosities from the deep that rise to claim the living. ​Sixteen-year-old Tawi carries the weight of this history in his bones. Sensitive and fiercely spirited, he struggles to find his footing in a world constantly on the edge of grief. To prepare for the unthinkable, Tawi trains in the Buubura Karekare—ancient, communal games designed to sharpen the body and spirit. He isn’t alone; he stands shoulder-to-shoulder with a brotherhood of young warriors: Taake, Bwene, Tabuto, and Kauro. ​But the ocean is changing. The disappearances are no longer random tragedies—they are strategic strikes. Realizing their enemy is executing a coordinated invasion, Tawi and his rivals must dissolve their petty differences. They have to master the brutality of the games not for glory, but for survival, before the rising tide swallows their people forever. THE DRUA HAS MOVED WEST ​To the watchers of Banaba: ​The mist at the river mouth has grown too thick. The journey of Tolu to Naisariti is continuing in clearer waters. ​I am moving the logs of this voyage to a new harbor. If you wish to see the 'Electric Turquoise' and the weight of the expanse of the story, look for 'FAR AWAY' by [Te-One-Karawa] on the 'Royal' path. I’ll be waiting at the shore. ​The river remains, but the ocean is calling.

Reincarnated a thousand years in the past, what is a guy to do but go on the greatest adventure the world has never seen? There is so much to see, and so much to do. He won't be satisfied until he's experienced it all. Set in Highschool DxD but Crossed with Jujutsu Kaisen with some other minor crossovers planned. The fic is going to be about the journey of a man who wants to see the world and everything interesting it holds. I have a Discord! Discord.gg/Pj3Dttwses I also have a Patreon! Patreon.com/user?u=41732867 I post on Webnovel.com, Scribblehub.com, Fanfiction.net and now ArchiveOfOurOwn and QuestionableQuesting for the first time. If you see my fic posted anywhere else, I don't really care. Feel free to steal any of my ideas. Though, it would make me happy to be told about it so I can see for myself :)

Arthur Moreau vanished during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of four hundred thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Empires have risen, fractured, and vanished long before his arrival. Gods have existed, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement in a cycle that has never needed him. But something has changed. Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and moves forward. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or conquest, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a kingdom. A structure. Invisible at first. Distributed. Patient. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets aspires to deliver what the greatest fantasy novels have always delivered: moral complexity, narrative weight, a world that lives and breathes and reacts. It does this in the webnovel form, built daily, with the same structural ambition as any novel meant to be taken seriously. It is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching.

“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.

Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III

The story follows the adventures of Leon Bartfort, who are reincarnated into a harsh, female-dominated fantasy world based on an Otome Game that Leon's sister forced him to play in his previous life. He possess unique, celestial powers, the "Grace" of Eclipse, which in abnormal when compared to the rest of the world. I Just Came from rewatching Trapped in a Dating-Sim And seeing there is no fan-fic about it I couldn't help but imagine writing one and when I did the ideas couldn't stop coming I even have a full story board. PS IM NOT A LIT STUDENT SO PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME GRIEF ABOUT MY GRAMMAR AND SPELLINGS, IF YOU CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO TO WRITTEN KUDOS TO YOU Give me power stones quick before I start to think that no one wants to read my work and quit early cause I swear I will.

The life of an ordinary man transforms into a legend in another world a world filled with struggles for survival, where only the strongest live and their existence continues. The hero takes us on a journey to another fantastical world, one where we find strange creatures and events that are closer to fantasy than reality. The legend of Zeus returns once again, bringing with it many challenges for him and his descendants. Will he succeed in enduring them? This is what we will discover through the events of this novel.

The universe is ending. And only stories can save it. A dark void is eating the stars. One by one, they're going out forever. Kael is the last Curator of the Celestial Archive—a massive space library floating outside of time. Inside, the minds of ancient gods glow like orbs: Chinese immortals, Indian deities, mythical beasts. All trapped. All waiting. To save reality, Kael must dive into their memories. He'll fight alongside Sun Wukong against heavenly armies. Train with Shiva as worlds burn. Soar with the Phoenix in flames of rebirth. But here's the truth: the gods know they're being used. Some want to help. Some want to escape. Some want to destroy everything. And the Void is getting closer...

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

I inexplicably traveled through time and space and became Ares, the god of war in Greek mythology, but something seemed wrong with this world. "Ever since the Wandering Star Soldier shattered the original godhead, the world has been divided into several pieces..." "What is the Wandering Star Soldier? Can you please explain it more clearly?" "I have received a prophecy that in the future Zeus will be overthrown by a demigod named Kratos, and the Age of Gods will end..." ........................ This is a translation RAW 最苟战神阿瑞斯 ........................ For the advance chapter visit Patreon:- patreon.com/Stories_hub739 you can buy me a cup of cofee: https://www.paypal.me/UtkarshKumar96 Find your 5 free advanced chapters here: Omnicalctools.online

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?

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 Atlantis and the hero academy off the face of the earth because of his death. Neo has them all. “[All Rights Reserved] Cover art by me.” ----- Tags to mainly expect# #Slow Burn Yandere #Myths #WeakToStrongMc #Academy #No-harem warning: not everyone would love the MC

“Son, never sleep with a married woman.” That was my father’s final advice, right after being stabbed by a jealous husband of a married woman he slept with. I took his words to heart but fate was a bitch and I got bombed by a stupid fucker who thought I slept with his wife. Now, I’ve transmigrated into a flop fantasy novel my best friend wrote, the same one which I “improved” by butchering it into a game as a background character. Rael Von Ashborn. An Extra who was going to die in a few days because he somehow kissed the Duchess of the Empire. Now, I got two options: Unlock a powerful class... Or die at the hands of a psychopathic duke with a god-tier skill set. But naturally, fate decided to screw me over again. [YOU HAVE AWAKENED: JESTER CLASS] A joke of a class. Oh and did I mention my maid’s a gorilla? Right. Welcome to my hell. Or as the sadistic author of this world called it... “Nytharrea.” (No NTR btw.) __________________ [Previous Title: Extra’s Supremacy: Rise of Forgotten Background Character] [Discord Server] - discord.gg/zCxTnRTp44

Adrian Lunar suddenly found himself thrown into the world of supernaturals when his mother was murdered and his sister abducted by a demon. Bitten by a rabid wolf on the verge of his death he was turned into the first ever werewolf. Driven by revenge, with the help of a witch whose memories were stolen by a demon. They solved the cases of the supernatural to help those harmed by them like they were while also searching for the demon who took his sister and the witch's memories.

Akuma Tiryns dreams of nothing more than being left alone. Unfortunately, the invisible angel stalking him has other plans in mind. Every day he is shown a vision of someone in danger, an awful fate he is compelled to rewrite. Should he fail, Akuma will face a punishment worse than death. His payment? Being called a demon. Demons. Angels. Titans. Each realm is plagued with its own set of mysteries. And each realm runs on the same cruel system: Karma decides who is man, and who is filth. Those who find themselves at the epicenter of these mysteries are referred to as "heroes." Apparently, Akuma is one of six.

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.

“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!

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?

The world does not want a savior; it wants a weapon it can control. When the light of his world was extinguished by a Seele, a young boy’s grief gave birth to a terrifying resolve. Paralyzed no longer, he claimed the burden of the "Scarecrow"—a protector destined to stand in the center of the carnage, wielding a fierce, blue-tinted flame that burns with a heat the world has grown to loathe. In this era, such a Gift is no beacon of hope; it is a cursed anomaly, marking him as a pariah even as he serves as humanity's shield. His mission is fueled by a selfish vow: he has seen the worst this world has to offer, and he will slaughter every Seele in existence to ensure no one else has to witness that horror. But the Scarecrow does not burn for himself. Every searing blast of blue fire is for the one soul he refused to lose—the girl who remains his only home in a world of wreckage. She is his final tether to reality, the reason behind his crusade, and the only anchor keeping his humanity from being consumed by his own Blue Rage. Together with Squad Segment 663, he is deployed under the cold, calculating gaze of The Skulls—architects of a system where lives are merely data points on a probability monitor. From forgotten borders to decaying strongholds, they are the U.W.D.S.’s most efficient tools of "purification." Yet, in the silence between battles, a mysterious figure lingers. An unnamed guide who speaks in echoes, she is a weeping contradiction who offers a haunting comfort that feels ancient and dangerously familiar. As the squad faces the encroaching darkness of the Seele and the rising threat of a rival power, the "Scarecrow" must decide: is he truly a hero, or just a broken child enforcing his trauma on a world that already hates him? In a war where trust is a liability, the people he protects may be the first to call him a traitor.

The Lords of the continent of Fygalios have risen once more to consolidate their power. Noble houses amongst the five kingdoms now dare to plot, scheme, and wage war for their own interests. As the almighty Orders of the Scales also rise from a century of hiding, the men and women of the continent must prepare to face the godly threats that rise, whilst fighting in their growing war. It is only when the clock stops that death does, too. Time does not stop in this world.