myth

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.

Mankind prospered in the modern age, but one day, everything changed. Mana descended onto the world, making a permanent change to society. Alongside it was also the appearance of monsters invading the world from the sky and from below. Gods pitied mankind and bestowed divine bloodlines, creating superhuman people called the Supernals who can fend off the invaders. But not everyone who became a Supernal is suited for the role. Those people are pariahs that don't belong anywhere, especially when there are quotas for each divine bloodline. In a world where society revolves around those with divine bloodlines, Kai is a Supernal with the lowest talent. He doesn't fit with normal people and is too ordinary to mingle with Supernals. He was ostracized for hogging a slot in a divine legacy, and his only family suffered for it. But Kai isn't weak. It's just that nothing could properly check his bloodline. [Primordial Bloodline awakened] [Patron God: Goddess of the Primordial Night] Now, with the bloodline of the final night inside him, he will bring terror to those who wronged him. However, there's one big problem that he hadn't realized. -- Bonus Chapters will depend on your votes: Power stones, golden tickets, gifts, or even comments and reviews if the mood is great!

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

Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, Aditya wakes up reborn with ancient sun-powered abilities in a world full of monsters, immortals, and gods who really wish he’d stayed dead. Everything wants to kill him — some for revenge, some for prophecy, and some just because that’s apparently how this world says hello. Each fight leaves scars. Each victory raises the stakes. And fate keeps tightening like it has a personal grudge. The good news? His power grows every time someone tries to end him. The bad news? That just attracts bigger, angrier problems. He isn’t a chosen hero. He’s a cosmic mistake learning to survive in a world that expects him to break.

The sins of man had been cleansed off the surface of the Earth, thrown into a different world to manifest into a realm of unmistakable evil, malevolence and certain death... That was what the regular humans thought. Those bestowed with the keys to enter this desecrated realm, knew there was more to it. It was a realm of countless realities, possibilities, laws and stories. And each time the bestowed, the Prophets step into this Realm, they would experience fables and transmigrate into brand new worlds, to conquer these stories, so that the bad ones don't manifest on Earth. A strange boy found no place on Earth, but was bestowed with a key to experience these countless words as a Prophet, so that he may try again to find where exactly he belonged. But that was not his only motivation for traversing this Realm of wonder and yet, extreme danger. He also does it to find a cure for his misfortune. For you see, although humans were made from clay, he was created from countless CURSES.

After falling sick and heading home from school, Salem wakes to find himself in a field of fire and three giant figures. Salem finds out that a giant fight will break out in the future, with the third thing being dangerous. Salem is granted with the power of flame, and the ability to control those flames freely...

"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!" ... Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

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.

【Brand New Setting】【Fully Developed System】 When you awoke, you had become an official known as "Minister of Agriculture" in a fantasy game. "Dynasty's Prosperity" version: You diligently cultivated the "Seasonal Order," from "Harmonizing Winds and Rains" to "Summoning the Winds and Commanding the Rains," from "Bountiful Grain Harvests" to "All Things Flourish," commanding the seasons and quietly developing. You achieved minor successes, joined the army on expeditions, and controlled the "Four Books of Agriculture." You froze thousands of miles of great rivers to pave the way for the army. With "Miasma" you slew enemies, "Fog Shadow" obstructed tens of thousands of troops, establishing unparalleled military exploits and rising to the position of Director of Agriculture, secretly seizing the fate of the dynasty, all falling into your hands. "Spiritual Energy Resurgence" version: You nurtured "Mountain Spirits and Wild Creatures": Twin lotus make you invulnerable to both water and fire, the Seven Star Sword cools the light across Nineteen Provinces, Parasitic Species feeding on living beings, Void Species rooting in the void to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth... You established an inner scenic area, cultivated immortal species, with "Grand Taiyi Lotus" replicating en masse! "Ancient Tree of Life" immortal and indestructible! "A true seed falls into the Dantian, can nurture spiritual sprouts for ten thousand years, one day when the cultivation is complete, my life is governed by me, not by the heavens!" "Heart fire shines like the sun, kidney water is the source, spleen stores earth, lungs refine through metal, liver sustains with qi. Using the body as the foundation, nurture original species, foster all laws, achieving the status of Shennong Dao Master !"

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."

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 #Myths #WeakToStrongMc #Academy #No-harem warning: not everyone would love the MC

In the spring of 2019, strange disappearances began sweeping through Japan. One by one, people vanished, and those who remained instantly forgot they had ever existed. The world just moved on. But when one of Yuki Ayano's closest friends vanished before her eyes, she somehow kept her memories of him. While the rest of the world moved on, she refused to let go. She swore she would bring him back no matter what it took, even as demons, sorcerers, cursed spirits, and countless other threats stood in her way.

There is a silence that exists before the first word is spoken. A stillness that holds its breath before the first law is written. Some call it the Unwritten. It is the space between definitions—the white interval where nothing has been decided, and everything is still possible. From that silence, realities are born. Dimensions unfold. Gods rise and fall like sentences in an endless story. But every story, no matter how vast, is built upon assumptions—axioms that define what is permitted and what is not. And every axiom, sooner or later, meets its contradiction. This is a journey through the architecture of existence. Through layers where time is not a flow, but a record that cannot forget. Where endings do not vanish, but remain suspended—unfinished statements awaiting resolution. Where the space between cosmologies is not empty, but occupied by what should have ceased… yet did not. Here, the greatest threat is not destruction. It is the realization that reality itself may be unfinished—and that some fragments refuse not only to be erased, but to accept that they ever should have been. Welcome to the interval. Welcome to what comes after definition.

In a world divided into Hunters, Guilds, and hidden beings that observe reality from the shadows, existence itself is governed by layers of unknown authority. Kael Veyron is a weak D-rank hunter living a normal life—or so it seems. But when reality begins to fracture, he discovers something impossible. He does not belong to any system. Not to rank. Not to fate. Not to existence itself. As gates collapse and unseen upper beings awaken, Kael becomes the first recorded anomaly outside all classification systems—a being known only as a World-Class Entity. Not a god. Not a creator. Not even something that should exist. Now, forces beyond reality begin to notice him. And for the first time in history… The system is afraid.

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.

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.

Anthony has always been a coward. And his greatest fear was ghosts, mythical creatures that were always his grandmother's means of scaring him. Just to get him home early when he was a kid. Growing up with stories that makes him cower in fear during late night trips to the toilet. Now? He is now facing the greatest nightmare he could have imagined. [SYSTEM ACTIVATED. THE DARKNESS HAS STARTED SPRAWLING THE WORLD.] It was both exhilarating and dreadful having to own a system out of nowhere. "Putang ina! Why do I have a system? I thought it only works in other countries. Not here in my country!" [OPENING THIRD EYE. PROGRESSING....] "I'm dead...."

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.