Reborn into a world of sword and sorcery, Siegfried Starsmith must navigate his new life from infancy, armed only with memories of a past existence and a determination to return home. As he grows, he uncovers the secrets of his family's fallen nobility while searching for a way back to his former...

After years of painstaking preparation, Mei Jian is at last ready to enter the Plum Blossom Sect, master the blade, and fulfill the promise she made so many years ago. Then a chance encounter with the machinations of a demonic sect leaves her bound by an unexpected debt and thrown into a complex ...

Here is my first story hopefully you like it

This is a story where there is no quest. This is a story where there is no protagonist, antagonist, deuteragonist, or whatever characters commonly found in literature. This is a story where the lines between good and evil are blurred. This is simply a recollection of events. A recolle...

A world is torn asunder from a 300-year-old war. An ancient evil is rooted within the hearts of all living things that have turned away from the Goddess. William and his younger brother Edward embark on their own adventures to solve the mysteries left behind by those who fought in that tragic war...

Saito a no life jobless fat guy, who got beat up by his brother and kicked out of the place he was staying in, and eventually died from an accident, what will happen to him next? will he survive? will he die? you're gonna have to read and find out yourself!!

In the world of Folk. ParrotFolk, people with parrot wings fly over head, and mimic voices. BatFolk, MothFolk, and OwlFolk rule the night. And BeeFolk speak, with gossamer wings. This is some of their stories.

Antoinette often known as Nette. Nette is in her 20s. She is a woman that uses she/her pronouns. She lives in a dystopian, alternate universe. Where the color of the mark you get on your skin after puberty dictates your job and personality. Nette gets a dark mark. People with dark marks are discr...

School rules: you're trapped here until only one survivor remains... wait, what?! Imagine a classroom with 18 students. Now, picture them being murdered one by one. "By who?", you may ask. Well, the answer's under your nose. Ah, I forgot to mention: they all have superpowers!

Scrap was a fitting enough nickname. I was kicked out of my parents house at eighteen. Begging for scraps until I was twenty-one. At twenty-two they found me looking for scarp parts. I fixed up the generator to make up for the stuff I stole. A few months later I was the only one left alive. They...