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Anthony is a regular guy with average look who is from earth where stories,fiction and myths has been written by one of the brightest mind he is an underachiever on earth broke and struggling with college untill he eventually dies out of foolish imagination but it didn't end there as he meet's a R. O. B who gives him 3 wishes and throws him into the MCU 6000 years before the story

Jason , an ordinary man who unexpectedly gains the ability to travel through time and space, finds himself able to journey between modern-day Earth and the world of Game of Thrones. With this unique power, he begins to transport supplies between the two realms, introducing the cheap commodities of the modern world to Westeros while bringing back raw materials to Earth. As trade flourishes, Jason’s ventures cause an unprecedented economic boom in both worlds, drastically increasing their GDPs. However, as he amasses wealth and power through his monopoly over this interdimensional trade, Jason's ambitions grow. No longer content with merely being a smuggler between two worlds, he sets his sights on Westeros itself, determined to carve out his place amid the chaos and power struggles that define the realm.

Steve, a regular guy suffering from asthma, tragically dies due to a fatal combination of an empty inhaler and a nasty fall. He immediately wakes up in a new, fantastical reality where he is a God. Dismissing his new status as a bizarre dream, Steve soon discovers he can enter a mysterious, secondary world linked to his soul. One that is uncannily similar to the Minecraft world he had just been playing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: The world the mc has reincarnated is my own and I will be creating a system/feature through which all these worlds get to interact with one another I only do not claim ownership of all the worlds and characters in this story... I only own my original characters and worlds, the remaining ones belong to their respective owners and this fic was not made with the intention to make money or profits and is a fun project of mine

A mortal reimagining of Vulcan, the god of fire and forge, set in a decaying city plagued by poverty, violence, and systemic injustice. Vulcan fights not just to protect the weary, but to mend something within himself. Haunted by self-doubt and paralyzed by a mind that sees too deeply, he becomes a quiet force against the cruelty of the elites; those who rule from above with cold indifference and calculated malice. As he endures defeat after defeat, he stares into despair. Drowning, Vulcan clings to a single, radiant refrain from the madness of existence - Love.

#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

Known as the World Butcherer and a servant to the EIkon of Creation, Aldr was a warrior facing endless peril in the name of his Eikon, butchering entire realms to prepare them for rebirth. Just so he can face true freedom in the eye just once, and complete his servitude. But without a wink of rest he is sent off again and again, until he stares his final task in the face. To help rebuild one of the worlds he destroyed, one of his first. Yet as his mind remains empty of the world, the ramifications he had on them are shown through the realm. Even death does not seem consistent. And even the gods seem to be fighting for their domain over the realm.

The world of Atherion is held together by oaths older than kingdoms and stronger than blood. For centuries, these oaths have been renewed in silence, not because rulers believed in them, but because the world itself demanded obedience. Power did not belong to kings or armies, but to mandates, roles bound by ancient agreements that kept balance intact. Until one of those oaths was broken. In full view of the world, a governor refuses to renew the Pact of Continuance. His death is immediate, violent, and unmistakable. The sky recoils. The land responds. And something long buried beneath ice and history begins to stir. What follows is not a simple struggle for power. As legitimacy collapses, the Crownbearers lose their authority. The Gilded Compact tightens its grip, starving cities without drawing a blade. The Veiled Synod fractures under the weight of truths it was never meant to reveal. Along the frozen frontier, the Frostwardens face signs that the world’s oldest silence is awakening. There is no chosen hero. Only witnesses, decision makers, and survivors. Each faction acts according to its role, not its morality. Every choice carries consequence. Every truth uncovered demands a price. And as the past resurfaces, it becomes clear that humanity never ruled this world by right, only by permission. Now that permission is being questioned. Seven Mandates of Silence is a dark political fantasy about power without righteousness, order without mercy, and a world that remembers every broken promise. It is a story where authority is fragile, truth is dangerous, and survival depends not on strength, but on what one is willing to sacrifice when the oaths that shaped reality begin to fail.

Magic did not destroy the world. Restraint saved it—until it failed. For centuries, the world survived not because magic was powerful— but because it was restrained. The Seven Circles were not created to rule kingdoms or win wars. They existed to decide where magic must end. Each Circle a boundary. Each Keeper a living law. Until one law was broken. A city loses its name without a sound. History fractures without leaving ruins. And reality itself begins to forget what once existed. At the heart of the High Conclave, the Seventh Circle trembles. A Keeper has vanished—not dead, not destroyed, but absent. Unbound. Carrying a power that does not burn, shatter, or corrupt. It erases. As whispers spread and truth dissolves into rumor, the Conclave faces an impossible choice: summon forces sealed away for generations, or allow the world to unravel quietly—one memory at a time. This is not a war of armies. Not a clash of heroes and villains. It is a war of consequence. Of balance. Of magic remembering what it was never meant to do. And once erasure begins, there will be no rebuilding what the world no longer remembers.

Oh, my foolish divine younger brother, Odin! Can’t you just use that wooden head of yours to think for once? When faced with serious matters, is shirking responsibility really the only solution you can come up with? A god without integrity cannot stand tall. If you can’t even take responsibility, how can you dream of becoming the God-King? I, Thalos, the God-King, will make it known to all beings across the heavens that when it comes to settling matters, our Aesir clan stands firmly by one word: *Honor*! As for you, Odin, you’d best head over to the land of the Frost Giants, *Jotunheim*, and go spend your days playing with snowflakes alongside Loki! [Raw: 愚弟奥丁]

“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

Rennia, is an Aspiring adventurer. Despite being over 20 and doing her best to study what she can, the The Living System hasn't graced her with a good class yet. Her given and chosen Class [Hayseed Jack, Level 10] Makes her a Jack of all trades, Master of fuck all. When she and a companion go on a simple quest, Her curiosity gets the best of her and she bears the consequences. After turning into a Futanari, she gets caught engaging in Sexual activities. It is quickly decreed that she be exile from tainting the village. Exile ends up being the best thing that happened to her.

A king without a throne. A kingdom ruled by something that should not exist. And a monster who has already paid the price for power. Seraphiel is cast from his castle without war, without revolt—without even an enemy he can name. In his place rises a king who does not rule by presence, but by acceptance. A crown worn by absence. A sovereignty no one can explain, yet everyone obeys. Stripped of title and shelter, Seraphiel is forced into exile as his kingdom continues without him, unchanged and uncaring. The Eye watches. It always has. Far from the throne, Seraphiel encounters Sol—a man marked long before Seraphiel was born, shaped by a curse that rewrote reality itself. Sol does not offer comfort or guidance. He offers understanding sharpened by cruelty. A lesson learned in Seriol, where suffering was permitted, observed, and—at times—admired. Under Sol’s looming prescence, Seraphiel learns that power does not always arrive as force. Sometimes it comes as endurance. Sometimes as complicity. Sometimes as the quiet decision to allow what should never be allowed. Above it all, the Eye looks down on the Kingless Kingdom with something like pity, mourning a cycle it will never interrupt. The Kingless Kingdom is a dark fantasy tragedy about dispossession, false sovereignty, and the slow realization that some evils persist not because they are imposed—but because they are endured. The throne is empty. The crown is worn. And the kingdom remains.

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

The God of Creation grew bored. Not tired. Not angry. Just… bored. Worlds were born and destroyed at his whim. Civilizations rose, prayed, fell, and vanished. He had seen it all so many times that nothing felt new anymore. Even perfection had lost its meaning. So he made a decision no god had ever dared to make. He descended into Midgard. The moment he moved, the heavens panicked. The lesser gods felt it instantly. A shift. A pressure. A fear they had not known since the beginning of time. They understood one thing clearly— If the God of Gods acted freely in a mortal realm, entire universes could collapse. There was no authority above him. No law that could restrain him. No force that could command him to stop. Unable to prevent the inevitable, the gods made a desperate choice. They would choose a battlefield. One planet. One sacrifice. Their choice fell upon Earth, a world from the Annwn Universe. It was already damaged beyond repair. War had torn it apart. Monsters roamed its lands. Cracks between dimensions were spreading every year. A planet standing so close to the end that its destruction would barely disturb the balance of creation. If the God of Creation lost his temper, Earth would simply disappear. When he finally descended, the skies cracked. The air trembled. The ground answered. Dungeons began to form across the world. Mana flooded the atmosphere like a rising tide. Humans, weak and unaware, began to awaken powers they were never meant to touch. Earth didn’t realize it yet— But it had become God’s playground. And if humanity failed to entertain him… The planet would be erased without a second thought.

Before life, there was void. Before death, there was life. And from their ruin: Change. The Saga of Change is a dark, epic progression fantasy spanning four novels—Change, Loss, Conquest, and Stygian—set in a world where gods slumber and mortals pay the price of their dreams. The story begins with Corvus Ashford, a young vice-captain born to mayhem in a world without heroes. He learns that oaths deceive, mercy is weakness, and survival itself is a form of rebellion. And so he rebels—unflinching, drenched in scarlet, but never smiling. Elsewhere, two sisters flee a brutal land toward a promised sanctuary that may not exist. When their paths collide, mercy and cruelty blur into a single truth: to endure is to change—and survival demands the sacrifice of everything that once made them human.

Eve stands at the edge of the world, where the foam of a billion seas whispers of greed and ruin. A voice — ancient and grating — has claimed her. Is it to save her, or to use her? Her waking hours are no longer her own. She will face true Rot. Tame true Fear. And in service to an entity that speaks through the gasps between wind and silence, she is mandated to save everyone—those who were her ancestors in a distant past, and those who will one day roam the distant future. As the boundary between dreams and nightmare dissolves, one question remains: when the world is saved...if it can be saved— will anything of Eve remain?

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 rain-soaked streets of Gravehaven City, truth is a shadow, and trust is the deadliest weapon. Private detective Ryan Cross walks these neon-lit alleys haunted by the past, searching for answers no one else dares to seek. Years ago, Eva Moon vanished under mysterious circumstances, leaving Ryan with only echoes of love, betrayal, and unanswered questions. Now, a series of brutal murders with a cryptic symbol forces him back into the city’s darkest corners. Alongside him is Liara Kane, a mysterious and sharp-minded investigator whose motives remain as hidden as the city itself. Together, they navigate a labyrinth of secrets, shadows, and whispers, following leads that could expose corruption, crime, and the truths buried beneath the city’s surface. Every step draws Ryan deeper into a world where danger hides in plain sight, allies may be enemies, and the past refuses to stay buried. From shadowed alleys to abandoned warehouses, every discovery carries a price—and some secrets demand blood. Broken Echoes: Blood and Betrayal is a noir tale of love, loss, and revenge, where every choice resonates in the shadows, and the echoes of the past never truly die.

Thousands of years have passed since the God of Games released the Promotion Star Games System to spread across the stars. Since then, almost every human was granted supernatural abilities and forced to participate in a lifelong competition. Victor was born on a planet in blissful ignorance until the day the Promotion Star Games descended, his mother figure left him, and he gained a mysterious black hole in his mind. Discovering that his world is an experiment created for some unknown purpose, Victor vows to get stronger to find the secrets of his lineage and the woman who raised him. Follow Victor as he battles across the blood-soaked stars and participates in strange, deadly games in a galaxy-wide rat race to protect all those he loves or be ground up by the system.