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Humanity has been telling tales of itself for ages past. Legends of mighty Heroes, great and noble Kings, ancient and advanced peoples, supreme and vengeful gods! What if those legends were more than myths? What if they were echoes of truth! The Multiverse had come knocking. Earth and the more broader universe had been assimilated into the System. Ruthless and monstrous outsiders invade trying to reign supreme over the ashes. Yet from the chaos, champions arise. Heroes destined to challenge the darkness and forge a new age for Humanity. And among them stands one above all who we follow their tale. A man, a Hero, a Dragon, a King, a Knight. And his name is… - Earth is getting invaded by countless forces hellbent on its destruction. Follow Artorius Pendrath, heir to a mysterious family with ties to the mythical King of Knights. - Patreon, advance chapters! https://www.patreon.com/Abdirah - Discord, communication! https://discord.gg/UmRZ5vFj

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

A man dies after a harsh, exhausting life… and then wakes up again. He is greeted by the Priestess of Worlds, who calmly tells him the impossible: he is being sent to paradise — a place where he can do anything he desires. He may build a world of his own. He may live peacefully with a family in a grand home. He may shape reality itself. Instead of comfort, the protagonist chooses creation. He builds a paradoxical paradise — a world that reflects both his wounds and his curiosity — and slowly, inevitably, he begins to change along with it. But soon, questions rise: Who created paradise in the first place? Why does it exist? And what purpose does such a perfect world serve? This story explores the nature of heaven, illusion, freedom, and the quiet conflicts hidden beneath perfection. Important note: This work was originally written in Russian. The author translated and adapted it into English. Content note: If you dislike philosophy, metaphors, or subtle sensuality woven into world-building, this story may not be for you.

Arnis Similar to that of a contemporary online game, it incorporates a fantasy like experience for players that wants to experience what a fantasy world feels like, and just like every contemporary online game. You get to be with your allies and form factions with a shared goal. You get to equip heavenly and legendary relics that can help you with your growth or combat power. You will have to discover hidden quest, legendary quest and stuff. Of course you get to fight mythical monsters and powerful adversities. The only difference it makes is that you are not in the other side of a computer screen. It is undoubtedly real. It's a second world for humans in the modern world created using Science and Technology. And here we find a guy whose got literally nothing to do, basking in the sun of summer, Lyn. He stumbled upon the game and starts his journey. Welcome to Arnis! (Available in Royal Road!)

Dai Yao once wondered what would happen after traveling to the Douluo Continent. First, beat up the hypocritical Tang San and the scumbag Yu Xiaogang. But when he actually crossed over and arrived at the Douluo Continent, he became the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire. What now? Failing in the fight for the throne would mean death. The age gap was too significant, and the hope of victory seemed slim. Fortunately, he still had a second martial spirit: a green lotus. (Not bowing to the Grandmaster, nor joining Shrek Academy.) Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Bruno traveled back to the summer of 2012 and found himself in the body of Bruno Fernandes, bringing with him a master football training system. This led to Bruno Fernandes, who left Novara to join Udinese, quickly standing out in the Italian Serie A and gaining renown throughout Italy. In the summer of 2016, B. Fernandes landed in England, leading the declining Manchester United on the path to revitalization. (Pogba: Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?) In Qatar, Bruno Fernandes, who rose quickly, became the man who helped Cristiano Ronaldo reach the pinnacle of football. As Ronaldo aged, he took on the important task of revitalizing the team of the Five Shields and embarked on his own path to becoming the king of football. Di Natale: Bruno made me taste the sweetness of the championship! Mourinho: It's great to have Bruno around! Cristiano Ronaldo: Bruno helped me become the king of football! Bruno: Actually, I am the king of football! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Cortez10  

In his first life, he was a mortal who swallowed a mysterious stone and died of the plague. In his hundredth life, he was a hero who saved the world, only to be betrayed by those he protected. In his nine-hundred-ninety-ninth life, he was a demon who slaughtered millions, only to be erased by the Heavens themselves. Li Fan has lived the same thirty to forty years for thirty millennia. He is trapped in a cruel time loop, cursed by the Dao itself. No matter how strong he becomes, how many empires he builds, or how deep he hides, "Fate" always conspires to kill him before he can reach the peak. The Universe views him as a virus, and it purges him without fail. Now, Li Fan wakes up in his bed for the 1,000th time. But this time, silence greets him. The Cycle Stone fused to his soul has cracked. The energy is gone. There are no more resets. No more do-overs. If he dies now, he ceases to exist forever. Back in his fifteen-year-old body with garbage aptitude and zero cultivation, Li Fan stands on the edge of the abyss. He has lost his immortality, but he has kept something far more dangerous: The perfect memory of 30,000 years of his life experiences. He knows where every ancient ruin will open down to the second. He knows the fatal weakness of every Sect Ancestor. He knows which useless weed will become a divine cure in ten years, and which "genius" is destined to fall. The Heavens treat all living things as straw dogs? Fine. Then Li Fan will become the fire that burns the straw. Let the final timeline begin.

Humanity has spent a thousand years of peace under the Emperor of Mankind and his sacred Living Flame. And it is at this crucial turn of the millennium that three children are born under ominous, converging fates. Zayn enters the world hidden from the Living Flame, marked as an outcast before he can even speak. On the brutal mining world of Mortrum, Ash grows up beneath acid rain and slavery’s cruelty—until one violent act of self-defense shatters the fragile life he’s been protecting. In the white halls of House Whiterock, Luna, the “Silver Princess,” is heir to a throne but denied the Flame’s gifts, making her both a political liability and a target. Watching all of them is Avraham Darkflame—an Inquisitor with secrets, debts, and a plan years in motion. As the Empire tightens its grip, the three are dragged toward the same chain-bound destiny… one that could break the Living Flame’s dominion, or ignite something far worse. Contact Me: insta: https://www.instagram.com/revenantslaves/ Discord: https://discord.gg/qY8vHTFWjq

What is more terrifying — death, or immortality that never arrives? Long before humanity existed, an ancient civilization created artificial gods designed to preserve intelligent life at any cost. But they could never agree on what “preserve” truly meant. Their war erased entire galaxies and shattered the very concept of eternal life. When humanity encounters the god Kyros, death is no longer final. Consciousness can be recorded, copied, and stored. But resurrection becomes an endlessly postponed promise. Millions of minds remain trapped inside vast digital vaults. The dead do not disappear. They wait. From the ruins of that ancient war emerges another god — Hanaris. Unlike Kyros, he accepts death as a boundary and values consent above salvation. He cannot force redemption. He can only allow it. As the gods resume their war, immortality collapses into faith, and the universe itself begins to lose meaning. A dark philosophical space opera about the true cost of eternal life. As the ancient war resurfaces, the system sustaining eternal life begins to fail. Countless human consciousnesses are lost to vast digital vaults — preserved, intact, and unreachable. The dead do not disappear; they wait. From the ruins of that primordial conflict emerges Hanaris — another god from the same forgotten origin, deliberately limited by design. Unlike Kyros, Hanaris recognizes death as a boundary and consent as an absolute value. It cannot force salvation. It can only allow it. The return of both gods reactivates a war older than humanity itself. Immortality collapses completely, becoming nothing more than belief. The universe begins to unravel — not through physical destruction, but through the erosion of meaning, choice, and moral ground. This philosophical science fiction novel explores artificial divinity, broken eternity, and a civilization suspended between promised resurrection and irreversible loss. A dark, intellectually driven work for readers of Stanisław Lem, Philip K. Dick, and contemporary speculative fiction. A philosophical sci-fi epic in which ancient artificial gods destroy immortality itself — leaving humanity trapped between death, storage, and an endlessly deferred resurrection.

Death was supposed to be the end. For Mark Shepherd, it was just the beginning. Run down on Earth, Mark wakes to the screaming alarms of a starship crashing onto a desolate world. Stranded on the fringes of mapped space, his only lifeline is the dying wisdom of an ancient alien ship builder. To survive, Mark must master the art of Starship Engineering, forging everything from intricate fusion reactors to cold warship hulls. But escaping a dead planet is only the first step in his journey. The broader galaxy is unforgiving, run by cutthroat corporations, pirates, and corrupt empires. When Mark forms an unlikely family, his rising technological brilliance paints a target on his back. Greedy factions want his skills enslaved or destroyed. In a universe where freedom is enforced with railguns, a quiet life is a death sentence. To protect his own, Mark must build, expand, and rise from the unknown to challenge the titans of the galaxy. But such a task is easier said than done. He didn't ask for this second life, but he will seize it. To survive is human. But to conquer? Well, that's just destiny. *** What to Expect: - 1 Chapter Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays - 2500-4000+ words Chapters - Slow Burn - Slice of Life - An MC that doesn't let things slide - Primary focus in Technology and Exploration, but Action will become more frequent as time passes - A more "grounded" sci-fi experience that will slowly loosen its chains - Army building, duh (Not as of yet) Advanced Chapters on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/cw/Crimson_Reapr This novel is also available on RoyalRoad, Wattpad, and Scribble Hub (Under the Handle of Ghostly_Immortal)

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

In the year 87 AC, another public scandal erupted in the Royal Family that was still reeling from the transgressions of Saera Targaryen. Princess Viserra and Prince Baelon were found abed by the Kingsguard. King Jaehaerys rushed to have them married especially after Princess Viserra was found to have missed her moonblood to prevent this scandal from going further. House Manderly was affronted by this disgrace for which a public apology was issued by the Iron Throne but the deed had been done much to Queen Alysanne's dismay. The next year Princess Viserra gave birth to Maekar Targaryen. It is said that after coming to his senses, Prince Baelon was horrified by his lack of judgment and moment of weakness that he never once again touched Princess Viserra much less shared her bed, yet it was too late. After his investiture as Prince of Dragonstone in the year 92 AC, he sent her and his son Maekar to Dragonstone away from the court where they would come to King's Landing only for certain important occasions. However, this would change after the Great Council of 101 AC wherein they would move to the Red Keep. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

In the midst of the destruction of earth, while other humans were granted supernatural abilities and becoming a Transcendent, Hitori didn't get any and was only bitten by an Echo; the horrific creatures that caused the destruction. Being affected, Hitori was rejected and cast away by his friends, forced to survive all by himself in the mysterious world he had been shifted into. Hitori thought all was lost, however, fate had other plans for him. Because he had been bitten by an Echo and didn't turn into one, Hitori acquired his own unique power. A power that was viewed as an abomination, even to other Echoes. The One True Born. With these new powers, Hitori tries to find a way to go back to his own world, while at the same time finding the strength to save his best friend who had been taken hostage by a Higher Echo. However, little did he know he only had twenty-one days to be Shifted to another realm. ======= Extra tags: #dark #anti-hero #monsters #mystery #villain #tragedy #awakening #evolution

Robert huffed; he would not give his friend all of the tools. Let him figure some of it out himself. "Wherever you think best." Before his friend could press the matter, he changed the topic. "Now, I did not just come to ask you to be my hand. I also came to suggest something else." "Your Grace?" Ned replied. "I wish to strengthen the bond between our families. We shall be united in blood as we would have been had Lya and I married." Robert said. "Your daughter and my son are of an age; they shall be betrothed, and the girl shall accompany us south." "I…" Ned stammered. Robert continued. "And your eldest son and my daughter Myrcella are of an age. They shall be married before we leave for King's Landing." Robert saw his friend's mouth open in shock once more. He grinned. "Well? Are you going to answer or are you going to keep gaping at me like a fish?" Ned stared at him then took a deep breath. "I…I am…I am honoured by this favour, Your Grace." Robert felt his grin widen and he pulled Ned into a crushing embrace. "Our families were meant to be united, Ned. This time they will be." Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

They were supposed to save the world. No one realized the deadly cocktail of bitterness, anger, resentment, and vengeance that was created when this team came together: the anachronistic war hero, the master assassin, the Winter Soldier, the fallen prince, the neglected schemer, the cast-aside scientist, the experiment gone very wrong, the archer, and the genius billionaire. They were supposed to be the heroes of Earth, its last and best defense. They were not supposed to become its conquerors. Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/MaegorPotter

Lin Yu transmigrated into the Douluo Continent, and at first, he could only sigh in frustration for not having a golden cheat. But unexpectedly, his cheat finally appeared—dragging everyone in the Douluo Continent into its grasp! On that day, every single person was pulled into a livestream Q&A room with rewards. From then on, they were forced to watch the stream regularly and answer questions. 【Ah Yin】: What? My son is already dead? And now another soul is occupying his body? 【Bibi Dong】: Yu Xiaogang, I never thought you approached me with ulterior motives… You disgusting, hypocritical man! 【Qian Renxue】: Don’t you dare broadcast anything about me! 【Deep Sea Demon Whale King】: Hah! The Sea God is nothing but an ungrateful fool who loves labeling others. 【Meng Shu】: Lin Yu, as long as you give me the Dragon Essence, I’ll marry my granddaughter to you! 【Yu Yuanzhen】: Don’t fight me for it! Give me the Dragon Essence, and I’ll have my second son marry Erlong to you! …… Watching everyone in the livestream room going crazy, bribing and scheming for rewards, Lin Yu sneered with disdain. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

What if the three White Knights, guarding the Tower of Joy knew of Ned Stark's search for his sister. What if they were able to meet him in secret and concoct a plan to keep the new-born King safe until he could reclaim his rightful throne. Jon (Aegon Targaryen) grows up, helped by a small group that secretly prepares Westeros for the restoration of the Targaryen dynasty. As he comes of age, Jon gradually takes charge of his own destiny. This is a Jon-centric story where he claims his birthright and has dragons. Daenerys' life is vastly different compared to canon. She will meet Jon without having conquered Essos and has a long way to go before becoming a dragonrider in her own right. Endgame, however, will be a happy Jonerys riding dragons together and ruling as equals. You can read advance chapters of "Legacy of Fire and Ice" on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

"That story of the Ice Dragon," Daeron said, "Those were the first words my brother had said to me in months, and it wasn't because of any row or absence from the Red Keep. It was simply because he hadn't cared to." His stance was rigid below the indifferent stars that shone above them. "I wanted a brother, but he didn't want me, and now I'm going to take everything he has." The night air tingled against the back of his neck. He did not waste words or his breath on a past that cannot be changed. "Everything, Your Grace?" "Yes," The word was as cold and sharp as a blade. "Do you believe it is considered kinslaying to wage war against your brother?" He asked mildly, "To raise your sword against him even if it's to parry a deathblow from your own kin." He never waited for Barristan to answer his question. "Whether we die by each other's hands or not, it does not matter. We have condemned one another. Not just our own lives, but those of our line." That was when Daeron turned abruptly, shifting his attention solely on Barristan. "A kinslayer is one who is cursed forever, but my family's history is written in the blood of our own kin." His eyes narrowed in thought. "But still we reign over all of Westeros," the rubies in his crown glowed like lit embers above his head. "And you still serve me, follow me." You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

Once a man in the prime of his life, forged by years of exhausting study—sustained by energy drinks—by harsh military discipline and relentless, grinding labor, he had finally reached the moment to live for himself. Free at last from the weight of financial chains that had kept him from his desires, he found happiness in doing what he loved. Life showed no mercy. A single accident erased everything he had built in a matter of seconds. Yet the cycle did not end. He breathed again. This time, in the body of a child. Not reborn into warmth or safety, but into captivity—into the body of a young prisoner of war, stripped of freedom, bound for slavery. His name was Basil, a name meant for greatness.