myth

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*

#Gold Tier Winner of WFP26; Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their souls. They are called Arcana Masters. Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants. Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish. Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced. Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships while facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down enemies in the process. ************** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's other contracted novels: War Online, Weapon Seller in the world of magic Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga, Prince of Kpop ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy a coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

Currently in rework. Recommended, not to read.

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.

In the lands of Gorgoda, every fifteen-year-old must receive their Destiny, a mysterious Slate that determines the path of their life, granting power, purpose, and peril. It is inevitable. For Mihel Westrow, a prodigy student, the ritual promises nothing but uncertainty. This young boy may find that Destiny is not a gift to be taken… but a force to be challenged.

[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

The multiverse is wide beyond imagination, countless universes and realms with unique laws and environments. Yet even among the myriad races, there exist those pinnacle few. Mythical beings and sovereign creatures of such power that the sheer weight of their Existence sends ripples throughout not just space and time, but Fate, Karma even...the Brown.  Of course no race is truly insignificant, as even from those unblessed by the hands/ probuscises/ appendages/ etc that forged them hail champions whose legends are such that none dare take them lightly. The Dread Ziriothrax, The Twister of Time and...Vigilante-Man to name a few. Yet this is not a tale of such beings. This is a tale of a species so bizarre it exceeds multiversal minimum sanity standards to the nth degree. A species so shunned even Evolution herself disowned them. This is the tale of one such being and the disastrous mark he left on the multiverse. This is the Tale of a Trinacornagon. *** This is a serious story. Cover is drawn by a trusted colleague and co-originator of this story.

The concept of Creation encompasses the entirety of existence as well as non-existence, representing an intricate interconnection essential for maintaining balance within the framework of Creation itself. Existence embodies all that we have observed, including galaxies, universes, the theory of the multiverse, and beyond. Consequently, countless undiscovered truths remain as mysteries, even infinite celestial bodies represent only a fraction of the greater whole. It is understood that even the most potent celestial entities, including deities, may lack insight into the ultimate truths underlying Existence. Humanity has developed systems designed for traversing the cosmos in pursuit of knowledge, however, these explorations have often yielded little in terms of concrete understanding. Many have found themselves in a state of confusion, leading to a collective withdrawal from exploration. This trend persisted until the emergence of an individual driven by a profound curiosity regarding the truths of Creation. This individual, Jonathan, committed himself to extensive reading, which chronicled the journeys of those who had traversed the cosmos, thereby offering invaluable insights for humanity to reclaim its most illustrious era. In his quest, Jonathan stands before an ancient and imposing set of Doors adorned with unknown symbols, which resonate with immense power that defies quantification. Jonathan realizes that unlocking these doors entails solving a complex puzzle, prompting him to embark on an expedition to uncover the missing symbols. During his adventures, he encounters Mary Carter, a young woman possessing an obsession with literature containing information about the cosmos. They quickly form a partnership, united by their shared objective. A significant clue within one of Mary's texts directs them to Indonesia, specifically to the Candi Borobudur, where they believe a manuscript exists that contains the knowledge required to transcend dimensional barriers. This manuscript is crucial to solving the puzzle of the Ancient Doors. With this objective in mind, they prepare for their journey to Indonesia. However, one may question whether their expedition will progress smoothly or if they will find themselves entangled in perilous circumstances. Who knows, but we'll see it soon...

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted unimaginable power to its wielder. Countless Magi from across the universe waged an epic battle for it. But when the dust settled, the lotus vanished, awaiting to be inherited by the destined one. Adam dreamed of escaping poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. But learning magic was a costly pursuit, one that required talent and resources he did not possess. Until one day, everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Discord: discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/esenel

"They broke his bones. They stained his clothes with blood. But they couldn't break a soul that was never human to begin with." In the elite halls of Vidya University, Ayaan was a shadow—a "background character" with no wealth, no family, and zero Prana. To the high-born Siddha students who ruled the campus, he was nothing more than a peasant to be stepped on for sport. After a brutal betrayal leaves him dying in a rain-soaked gutter, Ayaan expects the end. Instead, he is claimed by a force far older than the city itself. Kidnapped by a feral, ancient Sage who reeks of cold fire and forgotten eons, Ayaan is dragged into the bleeding edge of the 4th Dimension. He is handed a White Book—a shifting, sentient manual that contains the forbidden geometry of the 7 Lokas. The world thinks cultivation is about gathering Qi. They are wrong. Guided by the fierce justice of Parshurama and the lethal charm of Krishna, Ayaan returns to the world that discarded him. He isn't looking for an apology, and he isn't here to play by their rules. He is a glitch in their "perfect" reality, and he’s finally learned where to cut. [Syncing Memory Fragment: The Axe of the First Brahmin...] [Status: Reality Dissection Initiated.]

In the war-torn world of Ardan, where monstrous abominations have overrun the land for two centuries, a young man named Ivel emerges from the blood-soaked waves of the ocean. Born amidst chaos and tragedy, Ivel is marked from birth as "the cursed one," a child of immense latent power born during the Great Reckoning, a cataclysmic event that fused Ardan with a dark, otherworldly realm. This fusion unleashed mana, a mystical essence that reshaped humanity, granting some extraordinary abilities while dooming others.

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

leo heart is the young master of the heart famiy the strongest family in earth. leo dream is to be a breader,and discovers the path of beast evolution.

Agung stands on the precipice of despair, facing a world that feels bland and broken. Once a mere school counselor, he is suddenly swept into a conflict between secret societies capable of the impossible, forcing him to question the true power of the human mind to reshape reality. As Agung begins to master these newfound powers and knowledge, Dimas and the Anamorphis group begin to catch a foul scent behind the mysterious disappearance of a group of hikers on Mount Arjuno. What they initially presumed to be a routine search mission instead leads them down a trail of ancient conspiracies that defy logic. It is a convergence of science and mysticism, poised to swallow them whole.

Renjiro wakes up not in his apartment, but at the gates of Orario, the labyrinth city where gods walk among mortals and adventurers risk their lives in the Dungeon. Except he didn’t arrive empty-handed. Somehow, he brought with him the “Genshin System” a cheat-like power that lets him transform into Aether, summon Lumine and Paimon, and even bring to life the characters and weapons he sketches. His very first mission forces him to choose a Familia… and the only options are the villain ones: Freya. Soma. Ishtar. Hermes. Apollo. Ikelos. Ares. Every single path is a trap. Every choice could mean slavery, death, or worse. But refusal? That means immediate annihilation. Armed with nothing but wit, Genshin knowledge, and a burning will to survive, Renjiro has to gamble everything in this dangerous game between gods. Each step pulls him deeper into schemes, temptations, and rivalries far beyond what he bargained for. And when even the goddess of beauty herself takes an interest in him… he learns one thing fast: In Orario, sometimes the only way to live….is to kneel, bluff, and bite back harder than anyone expects.

Zeta Squad followed the truth as they understood it. Only one among them knew it wasn’t the whole truth... As an elite unit of the Eye, the Zeta Squad executed orders without hesitation – silencing threats, enforcing doctrine, and preserving a system built on spiritual harmony. But when a routine mission brought them face-to-face with a fugitive known only as the White Bolt, everything began to fracture. Because this man was not just running from the Eye. He knew something. Something that could unravel centuries of carefully buried history. Led by the unyielding Hugo Baylis, Zeta Squad is then forced into a world of forbidden arts, ancient relics, and truths that refuse to stay hidden. As old powers awaken and fractured ideologies collide, the line between loyalty and illusion begins to blur. Some fight to preserve order. Others seek to reclaim what was lost. But beneath every belief lies a question no one dares to answer… Was this world ever built on truth to begin with? In The Eye, power is everything. But when the illusion breaks... what remains? The Eye: Custodes Animarum – a war for the soul of mankind…

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!

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.