myth

A saga of gods, mortals, and the war against the End. When the old gods fade and new ones fracture, darkness finds its chance. Across forgotten villages and cursed lands, fractured faiths awaken—Slavic deities, Gods, angels, saints, witches, monks and hunters—each clinging to crumbling power as the Devil moves unseen. From broken forests to holy empires, scattered souls rise to resist the coming storm. Bound by fate, divided by belief, they must decide what to protect: their gods, their people… or something greater. Because in the end, when heaven falls and hell awakens— Only the last faith will stand.

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.

When Jack Conners took a no name streamer's challenge to Speedrun the game faster than they did, the last thing he expected was to be Isekai'd to the world of Elden Ring as the Tarnished, with Queen Marika the Eternal as his System Admin to boot. Well, since he was already there; he might as well Become the Elden Lord and start Fixing the Lands Between, One Death at a Time. ... Love interests in mind are Marika, Melina and, of course, Ranni. Also yes, Marika is the System Waifu.

In a kingdom shaped by power, loyalty, and legacy, a group of young warriors and mentors navigate a world where aspects—unique abilities tied to one’s spirit—define one's strength and fate. Under the guidance of seasoned mentors, the group trains, grows, and faces challenges that test not only their skills but their bonds with one another. As tensions rise across the land and powerful enemies emerge, the group must confront the weight of their pasts and the responsibilities of their future. United by friendship, purpose, and the fire of their convictions, they march toward a conflict that could shape the kingdom forever.

Years before the Great Intercontinental War of the 5 continents, the northern continent was shaken with destruction as the Oureas moutains were reshaped. Lavastreams, acid pools and vulconoes rose on the northern pole, all of them centered around Mount Oculus, which was viewed as the cause of the earthquake. Mount Oculus looked like an eye from the air with a small central peak in it’s centre and lava surrounding it. In it's centre, the space broke and a red glow appeared, growing larger and larger until a breaking sound was heard. The red glow broke open and revealed complete darkness inside. 256 years after the Great Intercontinental war, Rohan was out in the mountains when a shockwave went throughout the world, causing large shock and destruction in many places. But that was not the main cause of panic, what followed was a message appearing, "Initiating ?????????? ??????", causing more panic.

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…

It began with the sundering of Being and Abyss. The Deas and the Abyssites discorded themselves over what should be and what should not be.  Destiny, greatest of the Abyssites, compelled: "All that is shall be; all that is, is Me. I am King of Abyss. All there is, is My decree."

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.

I wanted nothing more than an ordinary life—free from crushing debt and the endless corporate grind. Instead, I died. And when I opened my eyes, I was in ancient Rome. My father? Gaius Julius Caesar—the man destined to rule, or ruin, the Republic. But history is written in blood. If I do nothing, my new family will be swept away by the coming political firestorm. Power is survival in Rome, and I intend to survive. Armed with modern knowledge, I will reshape the Roman Republic—through banking, insurance, industry, and new political strategies. Rome will never be the same. ============================================== What to Expect: - A grounded story set in the Roman Republic (BCE) - Technological innovation, business, military campaigns, Senate politics, and diplomacy - Based on real history—its religions, places, and historical figures - Smart MC using future knowledge to solve problems - 5 chapters a week, M-F - 15+ chapters ahead on patreon (https://www.patreon.com/cw/MinchoNyangi) ============================================== MinchoNyangi here!  This is the official English edition of [카이사르의 아들이 되었다]. This story was a hit in Korea with over 2 million views(Naver Series), and I have personally revised and expanded this definitive edition specifically for English readers. You won't find this version anywhere else—not even in Korea. Note: This is the only official translation provided by the author. Any versions found on other sites except Royal Road, Webnovel are pirated copies. If you enjoy the story, please support the author by reading the official release here. Thank you

Throughout the world, many young people dream of adventures spanning thousands of miles; however, after the sea swallowed the land, many people lost their hope and dreams. On a small boat in the middle of unknown waters, a boy awakens with no memory of who he is or why he is at sea.

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

Wander the lands of Aberon with Viktor and Hendrix, two sworn-brothers, who seek to reach the peak of cultivation through various means.

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 DEVELOPMENT #MYTH (alot) #WEAKTOSTRONG #NO-HAREM

“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

“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?

Li Xun, an ordinary man originated from the planet of earth find himself transmigrated into another world out of a sudden, while being transmigrated into a world of fantasy is a dream to many, Li Xun included, however, it turn out the world that he transmigrated into is a world of Cultivation, where being that can raze mountain, split the sea, and shatter the star roaming around without a care to the fate of the weak whom they kill in the millions by accident each day. The young man is already planning to write up his last will when he finds out that he doesn’t start his life in this new world from zero. Not only does he have some decent talent in cultivation and a nice family helping him back home, he also has a system transmigrated alongside him. The name of the System is The Ultimate Investment System. From then on, everything changed. "Junior brother, from the look of it, you are just one step away to breaking through the Qi Refining Realm, I happen to have a Spirit Yuan Pill here that can help you guarantee your success!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have gained twenty years worth of closed door cultivation QI!] "My dear friend, I heard that you have been fatally injured by your former ally and have your foundation shattered, thankfully, I have this Grand Dao Dao Golden in my hand, take this, this Pill here would be able to help you restore back your cultivation foundation!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have obtained an Emperor-Grade Weapon!] ........... After many years has passed since he transmigrated into this world, Li Xun, who is in need of dire help, got a lot of aid from those who he had helped in the past. Emperor of Taixuan Empire, once nothing but a poor beggar whom Li Xun found half dead in the middle of the street, brandished his sword toward his enemies and bellowed at them. "If it weren't for my friend Li Xun who saved me and gave me a cultivation technique back then, how could I have achieved what I have today? Whoever opposes Li Xun in the future will be an enemy of my empire, The Great Taixuan Empire!” Not less loud as the Emperor, a Black Dragon whose body stretched into thousands of miles, a publicly known Lord of the Forbidden Zone, let out a sky shattering roar. "Years ago, I was hunted down by my enemies to be turned into Elixir Pill, and I'm still alive right now all because of Li Xun who saved me, Here my decree you worthless maggot! From this day forward, Li Xun's friends are my friends, and Li Xun's enemies are my enemies!"

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

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.