myth

"Transported into the world of Greek mythology, Hades finds himself trapped within Cronus's stomach. Refusing to let his divine essence be suppressed, Hades uses his power of 'Underworld Wealth' to create a double. Taking advantage of the moment Cronus devours Poseidon, he uses the distraction to slip away unnoticed. Scarred by the experience, Hades vows that one day, he will 'repay' his father in full."

Riven Ashford always believed he was ordinary. Sure, he learned faster than most people. Sure, strange things occasionally happened around him. But nothing worth worrying about. At least, that's what he thought. Until the day he stepped into a world hidden from ordinary eyes. A world of Ascendants. A world ruled by ancient families, secret organizations, and individuals capable of shaking nations. As Riven is drawn deeper into that world, he begins uncovering mysteries that should never have existed. Mysterious powers. Forgotten histories. And a truth connected to his very existence. Somewhere beyond the stars, ancient beings are searching for something known only as The Method. And somehow— Riven stands at the center of it all. Yet the greatest mystery remains unchanged: Why does it feel like the world itself has forgotten something?

Contractor General Services (CGS). In a hidden office between dimensions, a man with no name sits behind a rolling chair and answers calls from across the multiverse. Humans. Demons. Gods. Monsters. Beings that don't have names in any language. His name is Arlo Finagle. The Contractor. The Great Enforcer. He is responsible for writing the agreements that bind reality together. "Every problem has a solution. Every solution has a price. Welcome to CGS. Please sign on the line." —The Great Enforcer

(Does a perfect being have the right to understand someone who is not? Would he be able to understand his suffering? his sorrows, his pains? why, why would a perfect being have the right to decide on someone who is not perfect by believing he can understand him!!) [Sakolomé killer man] follow the story of a young man who will have a fairly impressive career. Nb: (The novel begins with {not famous} prologues which classify some stories of key characters in the future, please hang on before the long-awaited moment) (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

In a near-future city where machines can listen to human memories, Liam works deep underground as a silent observer. His job is to monitor The Listener, a technology designed to read emotions buried inside the human mind. Liam never asks whose memories he hears. Until the machine speaks to him. One night, The Listener offers him something impossible,the voice of the girl he lost. A voice that knows his name. A voice that should not exist. As Liam returns to the machine again and again, the line between memory and reality begins to blur. The Listener no longer just listens. It remembers. It answers. And it wants something in return. Trapped between grief and technology, Liam must face a terrifying question: Is the machine using his memories… or is it becoming one? The Listener is a science fiction novel about love that refuses to fade, memories that should stay buried, and a future where technology knows the human heart better than humans themselves.

Depth-Dwellers are long extinct. All except for a single one.. Waking up after being dragged by the pressuring tides, Cetas finds himself in the middle of an unfamiliar ship, greeted by a distinct group of pirates. Without any knowledge about humanity at all, he traverses the seas with the unknown band of pirates and learns about their culture and speech. In a world where 'Zeal' serves an essence for humanity's power, Cetas must learn to ascend the ranks to protect those that he cherishes. For when the mysteries beyond the fog arises, the Dreadspawns begin to wreak havoc, and the Leviathans rise up into the world.. 'Would Cetas become a 'human' worthy of saving those that he loves?'

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty 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. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, 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 continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. 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 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. A word from the author: House of Puppets is built closer to a novel than a webnovel: each chapter accumulates, each arc tightens, and the end of every Volume is the destination of everything that came before it. The structure rewards patience. Tension builds and does not release until it is meant to. The ambition is simple to say and hard to earn: one day, a place among the works that defined what this genre can be. Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, ORV, Shadow Slave. I cannot promise we get there. I can promise I will give everything trying.

In the far away continent of kalinor, a place far too far to be recorded on any known map, the thousand years war between the kingdoms of Mercia and Fridonia came to an abrupt standstill when king Raymond draklyn of Mercia was poisoned to death.This has made the once powerful kingdom to crumble apart as every one of his seven children and countless other clever and ambitious lords, ladies and neighbors are now staking their claims to his empty throne through alliances, betrayals, assassinations and war. However unknown to the warring parties while they are focused on devouring each other, a great and powerful evil that is long forgotten by the people and relegated to myth has decided that the time is right to take advantage of the chaos and lay certain claims of its own. In order to prevent this and end the situation in general, the great goddess of order Diana is forced to play her trump card.... by summoning a select group of players from earth to inhabit the bodies of demons in that world. Now it is entirely up to the clueless and unwilling young men and women to curb the ambition of greedy powerful men, end a thousand years old war that shows no signs of relenting and battle an ancient and ferocious evil that seeks to destroy that world and theirs. The question is will they be able to succeed? Or will they succumb to the eternal demonic corruption that is clawing it's way straight for their souls? Find out EXCREPT In a dim launch chamber lined with inactive VR pods, You stands in a sleek black immersion suit with copper neural bands at you temples, while Adrian Stormfort, severe in his long gray coat and gloves, watches the Kalinor startup sigils flicker across a glass console. The room still hums with the promise of adventure, but your clenched jaw says that promise has already curdled into something far darker. You: You know when I agreed to play this game I thought it would give me peace of mind. How is it that I now wake up trapped between rival gods and their endless machinations, dragons that kill from thirty miles away, and a thousand years old demon chewing through half of my soul?" Adrian Stormfort: "Stop talking like a customer who wants a refund and start thinking like a survivor, Rena." You: " Survival? I bought a game, Adrian, not a death sentence." Adrian Stormfort: "Kalinor does not care what you bought; it only cares whether you are strong enough to endure what it is." You slammed your palm against the console, making the map of Kalinor flare from the western hills to the northern mines. Adrian does not flinch as he steps closer and deactivates the emergency disconnect with a deliberate turn of a brass key. The console projects a fractured crown over the map as claimant banners ignite one by one, and the chamber’s light paints Your face in war-colors while Adrian’s stern expression never softens beneath his silver-streaked hair. The truth settles between them: the dead king’s crisis was never just game lore, but a seal keeping older evils asleep. You : "So the throne war is a distraction, and while humans, dwarves, elves, and dragons tear each other apart, something ancient is waiting for the kingdom to bleed open." Adrian Stormfort: "Not waiting—waking. Our souls were marked for a reason Rena. I believe Diana chose us to stand where she has failed." You: "She could have told us that before we were drowning in this shit." Adrian face quickly stiffened Adrian Stormfort: "You want the truth so badly; here it is—if you cannot master the gods, the demon, and the war, then Kalinor will swallow you up and spit you out. This world gives no quarter to weaklings my dear and if you cannot survive, then please Die and get out of the way of those who can." You steady her breathing, then reach past Adrian and reactivates the world gate yourself, with your confident stare hardening into resolve. Adrian gives the smallest nod, accepting your choice as the portal opens and pulls you both back toward Ka

[Slow Burn] [Industrial Fantasy] [Conspiracy] [Manipulation] [From my RR] Following the eyes of Aim Reed, a field residency officer in last standing nation Orenthel. Beyond the great wall of orenthel laid a deadland, dangerous animal, remnant of destroyed city and waves of refugee queueing by the gate every single day and undercurrent in the city were problematic too but everything seem to be under control by "The State & The Crown" with direction from the Goddess/Her majesty who have maintain safety and survivalness of nation up until now. Until one day a pale hair man arrived at the southern gate, at refugee registeration point Aim were working at alone. And this man stirred thing in Aim's(not in a yaoi way) and it will motivate him through out series. #NOTE : Some of arc 2 chapter are straight skipable(i'm learning by doing lol) but later arc was kind of ok to good so, yeah yk yk.

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. ---

(Warning: This is under revision. Don't blame me if you don't understand the story) Transferring to Tokyo after his parents died, Kazuma Fukuyama moved to the old house his parents owned and start his new life as an independent person living alone in Tokyo. However, things will change the moment he stumbled upon a huge discovery after inputting a code that was meant to enter a group chat for his classmates in school. Instead of getting inside the group chat with his soon-to-be classmates, he found out that the people in that group chat call themselves Magicians in the group chat named Kabbalah. An accidental encounter that will soon change his life and throw him into a spiral of danger and mysticism as he will be forced to remain in the group chat and become one with them.

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In the spring of year 6823 of the New Calendar, Lu Xuan, an unregistered resident of the Federation, hid outside a high school classroom and secretly learned a Cultivation Skill, embarking on the path of Cultivation. On the same day, he returned home and had a dream, just as he always did. In the dream, he was in the Guardian Storage Room during the Spring and Autumn Period in Chinese history（770-481 BCE）, and the current Keeper of the Records was named Li Er, also known as Laozi. Later, Lu Xuan dreamed that he became the succeeding Keeper of the Records, became Confucius's second teacher, became the senior brother of Zhang Daoling, the Ancestral Celestial Master, and became the honorary father of the First Emperor... Even later, someone unearthed a roll of bamboo slips from the ground, on which an event was recorded. [The eighteenth Keeper of the Records, Lu Xuan, his Sword Qi like a waterfall, assassinated Duke Huan of Qi in his bedchamber]

Upon waking up, Lu Yuan discovered that he had been reborn ten years into the past. Consequently, Lu Yuan sold off all the assets left by his parents, gaining the reputation as the most prodigal second-generation rich kid in the financial world. Little did anyone know that the “rip-offs” he bought would evolve into supreme Dao Artifacts three months later.

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!」

That day the sun set and never rose again............... Author Spotlight: Chen Dong — WebNovel's legendary titan behind global phenomena like 'Perfect World', 'The Sacred Ruins' and'World of Longevity‘— returns with his most ambitious saga yet. Crowned among the platform's all-time greats, this master of epic worldbuilding has dominated fiction charts for many times, with multiple novels adapted into hit games. When this trailblazer drops a new book, millions brace for sleepless nights.

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."

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...

After deciding to go to a fair the night before he graduates James Webb is left alone by his best friends. Due to a series of unfortunate coincidences they find themselves in a strange house. Trapped inside they are forced to open a mysterious door to another world filled with mysteries and monsters. But James awakes alone... In a word filled with superstitions and creatures that fit the description, how will James find his friends and himself?