rebirth

Riven died to protect his sister. Or he thinks he did. He wakes in a collapsing world with no memory—just the ghost of a name, a fading sky, and a golden-furred guardian watching him in silence. Anchor Zones have broken. Civilians have vanished. The System doesn’t explain. It only deletes. In the beginning, there were people. Now there are only echoes—of grief, of decisions, of what the world was meant to heal. Riven finds others like him—fractured, hunted, trying to remember why they’re still alive. Brenn. Kalix. Nilo. Orien. And Kaia, who shouldn’t be evolving. Every zone pulses with memory. Every Warden brings them closer to collapse. And beneath it all, something wrong is watching. Smiling. **He isn’t here to restore what was lost. He’s becoming what the System tried to erase. An anomaly.**

Namamy the progenitor of the vampires that kept the threat of demons at bay to fall in love after being alive for one hundred thousand years to fall in love with two original vampires of two noble families only for the families of her two wives to betray them and forces them to retreat to Nammy's original capital but to fall into a trap of the demons and watch them torture her wives. With the only way for her to save them is with her life, complying she uses the last of her strength to be reborn 10 years before leading up the tragedy and when she met her wives.

Sylon, a seven-year-old boy, lived with his family in the mountains, far away from everything. One day, returning from the Dark Woods, he found the house immersed in an eerie silence... something had changed forever. Overwhelmed by desperation, he made a choice that should have marked his end. But the end never came. Sylon awoke in a world that was not his own: a place steeped in magic, mystery, and unseen creatures. Here, the laws of reality seem to follow different rules.

They called me the Ghost. The Devil. The Blade in the Shadows. I was the world’s #1 assassin, able to kill kings without being seen. Until the day I was betrayed by the organization I built and shot in the back by the only woman I ever trusted. That should’ve been the end. But I woke up… as a 17-year-old schoolboy in a world where strength comes from “Awakened Powers.” Everyone thinks I’m just a lazy, talentless loser. No powers. No potential. No future. But I don’t need powers. I am the weapon. Now I’m hiding in plain sight, enjoying peace for once—until the world starts messing with me again. And when it does? The assassin is back.

a 40 year old fan of overlord, is reborn into the new world with no special powers, and see what becomes of him, [no heram, no romance]

The possibilities of a new life can be endless if you roll the dice and play your cards right.. But less for a monster. Killing for power or running for freedom is everone's right to choose. /* As a simple man I love references so I will add some. I have no rights over any, just used as entertainment *\ #DnDworld inspired

She was sent to die in another woman’s place. Now she’s back to make them beg for mercy. Zhen Liya, the discarded daughter of a concubine, was sacrificed when her delicate half-sister refused the Crown Prince’s hand. Thrown into the palace as a consort, she was betrayed, framed, and sentenced to death by hanging…her body swinging in silk robes before the very court that once praised her. But fate had other plans. Reborn at fourteen, Liya returns with her memories intact…and a mind sharpened by vengeance. This time, she walks into the palace not as a pawn, but as a loaded blade. They call her obedient. They call her quiet. They forget: silence is where storms are born. “You can drag me back to the palace, Your Majesty,” I whispered, stepping closer, “but you can’t make me love you again.” He gripped her wrist anyway..and didn't let go. “She’s mine,” the Crown Prince growls, stepping between me and his brother. “She was always mine.” And then he pulled me into his arms in front of the entire court..dragged me out like he’d never let go. “Careful, Your Highness,” I murmur with a smirk. “You’re clinging like a man who regrets letting go.” He said nothing. Just watched me with fire in his eyes. This time, she won't beg for love. She'll make them kneel for mercy.

Fate is not chosen. It is carved. Eiran was never meant to be a hero. Marked by tragedy and burdened by powers he does not understand, he returns to the moment his life was shaped—the day he was forced to accept a path not his own. But when the mysterious Stone of Fate offers him a second chance, Eiran chooses a path whispered only in legends: the Warden, a bearer of all the forgotten truths—and the dangers that come with them. Beside him stands Auralia, a cunning rogue once raised by a deadly cult and now the only person he trusts. As their bond deepens into something more, so too does the shadow threatening to consume them. Hunted by monsters, haunted by gods, and pursued by the echoes of their past, they journey into a land carved by ancient canyons and darker secrets. But fate is not idle. The gods are watching. And in the silence beyond destiny, something has begun to stir. A fallen hero. A stolen prophecy. A world that will burn—or be reborn. Echoes of the Stone is the gripping first chapter in an epic fantasy saga of second chances, divine war, and the cost of rewriting your fate.

Michael was suddenly reborn into a another world by a God because of an accidental death. To make up for this fact, the God gave him another life in a fantasy world of swords, magic, and monsters. Unfortunately, it turned out that the world he was reborn into was still stuck in the medieval times. It didn't have electricity, it didn't have proper plumbing, and it didn't have any technology that he was so used to back in his old world. But thanks to the God's blessing and an AI assistant called ChatJK1, he was given the power to MAKE his life comfortable. Slowly, Michael transforms this new world into a place even better than his previous one by taking ideas from the modern world and putting it in this world, with the added bonus of magic.

A Veteran Owned Toy Factory gets attacked by a pair of Hitmen but little did they know, the souls of warriors do not die so easily.

Surviving and living are two opposing sides as Cael discovers in his journey through life. join him in his adventures through a world of witches, kingdoms, pacts with gods and many more.

Born talentless. Mocked as the Crimson family’s disgrace. Lucien Crimson died powerless — and woke up as a newborn. But this time, he’s not just a forgotten son… He’s the sole heir to Fafnir, the Dragon of Chaos and Nihility — a being feared even by gods. Armed with a system, fragments of a god’s will, and an authority that makes the strong tremble, Lucien won’t just rise through the stars... He’ll devour them. I swear you won't regret it

-It began when a shrouded figure with hollow eyes came to claim the soul of a girl but instead got trapped in the mortal world- Marybeth would rather die than marry a man much older than her father, solely because he could potentially save her father's business, as he is considered one of the prestigious peers in society. In an attempt to escape the situation, Marybeth fled one night before the wedding to a club where men typically gathered to drink to excess and gamble. As she entered, her eyes scanned the clubhouse until they settled on her perfect catch. "Ah! There you are!" ::::::Except::::: "The dress…" he said, his voice low, "Take it off." But Mary just stood there, trembling, her eyes fixed on him as he sat with his legs crossed, cravat undone, revealing a smooth collarbone and a long neck. She tried not to stare at the way his long fingers traced the bottle of wine on the table beside him. Still, Mary couldn't bring herself to lift her hands and take off the dress. "Now… Beth." "The buttons…" she said tensely, "They're at the back of the dress. I can't… reac—h it…" Before she could finish, he stood and strode toward her, his boots hammering against the floor. He stopped right in front of her, letting his hand roam gently across her cheek. Mary flinched away from his touch. His glove was off now, and the feel of his skin against hers sent a flush of heat through her. "Scared?" === VOLUME 1: The Reaper's Bride (She thought she married a man. She didn’t know he was death in disguise.)

“I loved the golden boy. The hero everyone worshipped. The one who promised to save the world.” But he didn’t save it. He destroyed it. When the world ended in flames, Elira Vane died knowing one truth: she had chosen the wrong man. Now she’s sixteen again—reborn in a time before everything collapsed. The Hero of Solis still smiles like he hasn’t broken her yet. The kingdom still praises him like he won’t burn it to ash. And the quiet boy in the background? The one no one ever noticed? This time… he’s watching her differently. Aeren Drican was once just the Hero’s friend. The forgotten shadow. The boy Elira never looked at twice. But in this timeline, he remembers. All of it. As fate loops and loyalties shift, Elira must navigate court politics, magic, and a love triangle that could destroy nations. Will she make the same mistake again? Or will she finally see the truth behind the smiles—and the silence? She has one last chance to choose right. But some heroes wear crowns… and others wear scars.

In a world where power reigns and mercy is weakness, Rigozus was born into greatness... but rejected everything it stood for. Cast out by his own bloodline for refusing the path of violence, he found peace in a humble church—raising orphaned children, preaching kindness, and living as a man of faith. But when war between martial clans wipes out everything he ever loved, the saint dies… And something darker rises in his place. Fueled by divine rage and the blood of the innocent, Rigozus will return—not as a monk, but as God’s instrument of vengeance. He will walk the martial path he once swore to avoid. Not for glory. Not for honor. But for wrath. The fall of a saint is the rise of a sinner.

This was originally a rough translation from Korean to English. It wasn't very polished, and I had actually dropped the project. However, a few supporters on Patreon still wanted to read it, even in its raw form, so I decided to post it. I've now gone back and rewritten the work. It's far more readable than the original machine translation, though still not perfect. I took the time to improve it because this is one of my favorite stories, and I'm genuinely eager to see how it unfolds. You can visit my profile to check out the updated version. While it's not flawless, it's a huge improvement compared to the raw or machine-translated versions. If you're interested in extra chapters or artwork, feel free to visit my Patreon. The art includes commissioned pieces, AI-generated images, and collections from various sources, all compiled in one place.

He was just another reckless Forex trader... until the market swallowed him whole. Witty - A young, overleveraged dreamer—wakes up not in his bed, but in a surreal world where the charts breathe, bulls charge, and bears devour the weak. The Forex Matrix isn’t just numbers anymore—it's alive. Stripped of identity and made invisible, Witty must navigate war zones, liquidity pits, and false breakouts in a gamified financial underworld. Here, bad trades cost more than money - they cost souls. Guided by the inner voice in his head, he must learn to survive the market’s rhythm, master his emotions, and unlock the secret that he never imagined could be real: “Banks Raid” - The power to thread the matrix without getting destroyed completely. But one question haunts him: Can he make it in this brutal market? Dive into Witty's real-life Journey as he threads through the Markets Matrix now.

She doesn't remember her name. She has no memories. All she holds is a strange letter, a new identity, and a body that doesn't belong to her. Reborn in the cold, lifeless body of a girl left beneath a cliff, she creates a new beginning for herself and steps into a world woven with secrets, betrayal, and blood-stained memories. But the deeper she digs, the more she's drawn to a cold, distant nobleman - one whose sorrowful gaze feels hauntingly familiar. All she wants is to make those phoenix eyes shine again. And all he ever wanted... was his sunshine that vanished long ago. As shadows of the past rise, she must unravel the mystery of the body's death - and uncover the truth behind a promise that refused to die. Can a reborn soul and a guilt-ridden man complete a vow once buried in tragedy - or will history demand its due once more?

In the shadowed town of Salem, fear and faith walk hand in hand. Here, righteousness is measured not in mercy, but in fire and blood. The townsfolk live by one sacred truth: Witches are real, and they must be destroyed. For generations, the Puritan elite have led holy quests—missions sanctioned by the church and crowned with glory. To hunt a witch is to serve God. To burn her is to cleanse the soul. And for those brave—or desperate—enough to join the cause, honor, land, and fame await. As Innocents can be accused. Power is misused. And as the body count rises, a question festers in the hearts of a few: Are we the righteous... or the damned?