myth

After sacrificing his life to save another’s, 24-year-old Ryan Ray is pulled from his mundane world and dumped into a realm teetering on the brink of all out war. Tasked by a cryptic, divine ‘spirit’, he’s given one job: protect a fragile world from a mysterious prophecy. But thanks to the spirit’s charmingly incompetent assistant, Ryan is dropped into the wrong world, a much, much more dangerous one. Will he rise to the challenge and become the hero this planet needs? Probably not. He’s just a human after all. [This novel will be slow paced. There won’t be 24/7 action, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting the whole way through] Enjoy!

Will there still be hope if you knew death and destruction was coming to your world? Do you accept that destiny or find hope to break it? NYX, the Lord of Darkness and Death, suddenly appears one day, bringing with it fear, despair, and death. Five mages rose to go against this evil. The mages Flame, Ocean, Blades, Wind, and Light fought to protect the world. They were known as the Five Heavenly Mages. With each passing year, the Four Great Royal Families scout and search for the next candidates who fit this calling: Heavenly Mage Candidates, as they await NYX's return. Can this cycle be stopped? Follow the Journey of Axelle Alekzander as he uncovers the truth and secrets of his world. Meeting allies and enemies along the way.

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.

In a world where humans reached the brink of destruction, Gods of different mythologies came to their aid and helped them recover and live amongst them. Now, a few centuries have passed and the presence of gods has produced an increase in energy, allowing humans to perform many kinds of magic. In Arcane Academy, the school of magic in the Greek's god's country, a police apprentice enrolls as a second-year but mistakenly ends up in the house for rejects. There she meets a particular group of mage students that appear to be hiding many secrets and past that will eventually come back to surface.

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

Mainly involving around the Shainihebun, where everything is lead to betrayal and tragedy, Chiyo, a warrior that is known for her talent to create crystals out of nothing, lives a life of a prey and goes through consistent loss and self-guilt. The book is about Chiyo's self sacrifice to spread the Mythical Prisms, basically indulging deep into the origins of what went down millenias ago.

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

​“Strength may fade, and Wisdom may fail, but Hope is eternal.” ​Before the Great Dream Immortal Venerable, before the Limitless Demon Venerable, and long before Fang Yuan... there was the First Human. ​Born from the Blue Sea of Life, Ren Zu walks a world of savagery and chaos. He possesses no cultivation base, no clan, and no knowledge. He has only the primitive Gu worms of the ancient era: Strength, Wisdom, and Hope. ​This is not just a story of survival; it is the origin of the Great Dao. ​Follow Ren Zu as he bargains with the Predicaments, sacrifices his own body for power, and lays the foundation for all Gu Masters to come. This is the untamed, cruel, and majestic history of the Gu World. ​[Warning: Contains Dark Philosophy, Tragedy, and the True Lore of Gu.]

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.

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!

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.

Standing before you is the Quicklime Martial Saint, the founder of the Taiyang Fist, the Flower Folding Master of Dinghu, Half-step Master Invincible Under Heaven, the First Sword of Xuanmen, the Judicial God, and Taiyi. ... After the end of the Dharma, a time of grand corruption descends, the world devoid of spiritual essence, and the system of Dao fruits takes precedence. Embracing Dao fruits, ascending step by step, thereby possessing the power of gods and saints, transcending the ordinary to achieve holiness. 'Just like this,' Jiang Li said while summoning a dog, 'Heavenly Dog, bite him.'

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."

#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

In a multiverse of infinite layers, Kael Veyris emerges as a singularity of power. He does not merely fighthe reshapes wars, redefines enemies, and rewrites the rules of life itself. As gods, titans, and cosmic entities attempt to challenge him, Kael’s reality warping abilities leave them powerless. But absolute power comes at a cost. With every law he bends and soul he claims, Kael must confront the fragility of identity, morality, and the infinite consequences of reshaping existence itself.

"If she feels pain, then I'll make sure we all do..." As a purple and pink tailed meteor enters Earth's atmosphere, it begins "snowing" all over the planet. Humans are no longer on top of the ladder. A crystal ice dragon explodes from the space rock, creating Hell. Bringing along an ambush of bloodthirsty aliens, some large enough to demolish buildings, "Leviathan" has forced humanity into various locations of hiding around the world. Within three years after the initial invasion, humans have begun to not only fight back against the aliens, but some choose to become symbiotic hosts, acquiring "magical" abilities after slaying one of the unconventional extraterrestrials. Shortly before leaving their sanctuary/apocalypse training academy, two once drifted friends, Katsu and Saku, are reunited on the same scout team. As polar opposite personalities they are chosen by the only surviving "Creator of Humanity". Both boys become 'blessed' to be hosts for their universe's contemporary forces and use those "God given abilities" to achieve their (secretly combative) goals. Accompanying them is Katsu's adopted sister, Shelly. Regarded as "The Beast of the Beasts" by her peers, she is the reincarnate of her grandmother. The greatest, most underrated female Scandinavian sword fighter to live before the 13th century. After learning of her destined lineage, and admiring the otherwise "mythical" accomplishments completed by her top tier, ass kicking Valkyrie grandma, Shelly is determined to retrieve all of the stolen blades from those who dishonorably stole them over 800 years ago. In order to do so she will have to defeat several members of a manipulative covenant of warrior witches. Each woman blessed with an undiscovered form of energy that has unknowingly coexisted with humanity. These 7 women usher in the POST-post-apocalyptic world as Mafia Bosses, Matriarch Socialist Dictators, Seafaring Conquerors, and a few just want to see this new snow covered world burn. To prove which unnaturally born creature is the Supreme Ultimate amongst them. Aliens, action, romance, betrayal of old friends, the gaining of trust from new, overpowered goofballs, magical damsel despots, righteous and nefarious humans gaining niche powers, not to mention a secretive psychopath using his God given abilities to preserve who he views as his sole purpose. In the end, will love truly conquer all, or will 'their' love conquer us all? "If you have a beloved purpose you can't live a day without, do you truly have any freedom to live? If you have complete freedom to act however, or say whatever you desire, do you truly have any purpose worth caring about to protect?" ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ [All character and cover art is not done by AI but by my good friend Amon-kun] ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This series uses ætiological mythopoeism to spotlight coincidental parallels between various religious scriptures, and scientific theories but is in no way discrediting or belittling the beliefs of others whether that be Creationist or Evolutionist. The views, ideas, and conversations between characters aren't in any way meant to change anyone's beliefs. The conscious use of certain psychological elements from theistic ideology and out of context holy verses is only to support this fictional plot and it's characters. As well as aid the reader as to how one could theoreticize or philosophicize the plot. Instead of using various conflicting ideologies to shame or undermine those who believe, the intention is for deeper thinking and uniting those who believe peace and tranquility between humanity is most important above all.

Prequel to My Soul card is a Reaper **** 100,000 years before the events of MSCR, before the hidden clans even existed, three incredible children were born to Duke Aurelius Garcia, a noble who served in King Arthur's Camelot. These three siblings were triplets, but their lives couldn't have been more different. Azrael Orkney Garcia, the youngest triplet, and his sister Eon have always been outsiders in their own home. While their eldest brother Raphael got all their father's love and attention, Azrael and Eon were pushed aside. All they wanted was simple: either get their father and all relatives to love them like they loved Raphael or find a way to leave their father's control behind. But life had bigger plans for these two inseparable siblings. Strange events begin to unfold, pulling Azrael and Eon into dangers they never asked for. This story shows how two siblings went from wanting freedom and peace to challenging the very gods who ruled their universe, setting up events that would echo through thousands of years to come.

Kael lives in a world where humanity survives only through strength. Chosen as the final hope for mankind’s ascension to divinity, he is forced to walk a dangerous path through mysterious realms, ancient ruins, and worlds beyond imagination. After losing his parent to a beast tide, his friends to the draken, and witnessing the fall of humanity’s exalted guardians, Kael is left with a single desire, to become powerful enough that with only a word, he could command masses of cultivators and never again stand helpless before destruction. But whether such strength can truly be attained remains uncertain as duty, truth, and destiny begin to close in around him. Kael’s journey soon becomes more than a pursuit of power. Encounters with allies and rivals alike challenge his beliefs, shaping both his resolve and his understanding of leadership through betrayal, sacrifice, and fragile bonds forged in survival. As the realms reveal their hidden truths, Kael is forced to make impossible choices between duty and desire, between humanity and godhood. Every step pushes him closer to becoming something greater than his potential, yet further from the boy he once was. In a world where immortality is not a blessing but a trial, Kael will decide whether humanity can rise… or fall forever.

How does one find a place to bloom in a world of betrayal and death, where evil reigns? An orphaned peasant, young Caleb never imagined he would become a force that would shape the fate of the Empire. Conscripted to fight a war in a place shrouded in mystery, he quickly learns to embrace a gift that could tip the scales in the Empire’s favor—but at what cost? As the conflict intensifies, he soon faces a choice: to become the very monster he fought against, or to preserve his humanity and fight for a future free from tyranny.

A being born from a subtance called ether creates, a universe full of life that he must watch as a bystander only interevning when it is paramount, watching the universe he created he sees the life of beings born from this world feeling their growth,pain and experience, and soon eveything will unfold in his eyes