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“Don’t keep me waiting, my love…” These were the last words Surin heard before leaving Persia’s burning sands behind. But the storm that should have killed him cast him instead onto foreign shores chained, beaten, and sold as a slave. Dragged into the brutal world of the Murim, where warriors split mountains and clans rule like kings, Surin must rise from nothing with only a shamshir, a soldier’s will, and the memory of the family he left behind. Forced to fight, forced to adapt, forced to survive, Surin’s journey will take him from the lowest slave caravan to the heart of the martial world. Will he carve a path back home? Or will this strange land forge him into something far greater… or far darker?

Waking up on the dropship moments before impact wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was inheriting the body of Alec Morgan—a nobody destined to act as cannon fodder. But David isn't just another delinquent. Armed with encyclopedic survival knowledge, a "combat prediction" interface, and a body that heals from fatal wounds in minutes, he is the variable the Ark never calculated. Now, forced to navigate a world he’s watched on TV a dozen times, Alec has a new mission: rewrite the tragic history of The 100, save the genius mechanic Raven Reyes, and keep his impossible abilities a secret from the very people he is dying to protect.

When Lyanna Stark is taken and Rickard and Brandon burn, the North rises. But not only under Ned Stark’s banners. At just fifteen, Artos Stark—forged in battle, driven by wolf-blood—rallies greybeards, Umbers, mountain clans, and even the Skagosi out of isolation. Leading from the front, he wins impossible battles: outnumbered by the Reach, defying the Crown’s hosts, carving legends in steel and blood.Gifted—or cursed—with the warg’s sight, astride his white stallion Snow and an eagle called Rick, Artos becomes more beast than man in war. Enemies scream of the “Demonwolf,” a Stark born of fury, who makes kings and knights alike tremble.But rage is a double-edged blade. As rebellion burns across Westeros, Artos must decide whether he is a commander of men…or a monster of the Old Gods.

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Doren's family is ripped apart by a war. He is told about a gift he didn't know he had. Follows Doren as he learns to hone and master his abilities.

"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!

Nothing...It was nothing at first...but after a canon event, affecting the stream of flow in the cosmos, caused a ripple in the fabric of this universe, it gave birth to concepts, abstracts that represent itself as a construct or the foundation of something with a lasting impact.

When the snap echoed, reality shattered. Twenty-three-year-old Lavesh Suthar, an architect working late at his desk, never expected his world to end with a flash of light. One moment, he was sketching blueprints— The next, he was standing in a desolate wasteland surrounded by terrified strangers. A floating message appeared before his eyes: “Welcome to Abyss. The Survival System has been activated.” Trapped with thousands of others aged sixteen to thirty, Lavesh must navigate a brutal new reality where monsters hunt, hunger kills, and every death becomes someone else’s experience points. Armed with nothing but a sword, a storage ring, and a survival manual, he must level up, uncover ruins, and evolve—or die trying. But as the weak vanish and the strong devour everything in their path, one truth begins to surface: Abyss isn’t a game. It’s the next stage of evolution. Step by step. Kill by kill. He will rise. ⚔️ Welcome to the Abyss—the game has begun. ⚔️

With a court filled with a hundred piercing gazes, none alike, all devouring. Eyes wide, hungry, trembling with judgment , glaring with hatred, and a few with faith. “Do you swear,” asked the voice from above, like a judge staring down at a sinner, “to tell the truth in accordance to justice?” Kael lifted his head. “Tell me first,” he said quietly, “on whose justice?” If justice depends on who is dreaming… is there such a thing as truth? What is right? What is wrong AND Who decides?

Cardin, the kingdom's greatest hero who died after saving the world from the Demon Lord, was 'rewarded' by the Fairy King with... a reincarnation as a broken and talking sword. Rowan, a timid and jumpy apprentice blacksmith who screams at his own shadow, was the only one who can hear Cardin. And now, he is stuck carrying the kingdom's former hero. Literally. Just when things couldn't get worse, a new Demon Lord arises and threatening the world again. Cardin can't fight anymore so he decides to do the next best thing. He will turn Rowan into the new hero! A back-talking sword. A cowardly blacksmith. And a world that desperately needs saving. What could possibly go wrong?

Lorien Everwind, a young mage born within the Maris Warrior Clan. Due to his status as a mage, he is treated like an outsider and hated for his use and love of magic. One day, Lorien decides to search for his mother and discovers a powerful magic rune that could change the fate of the entire Isles.

In a future where criminal sentences are inherited, teenagers are thrown into detention camps and offered a brutal deal: fight in a war they didn’t start — and earn a chance at freedom. As machines revolt under a rogue artificial intelligence, young convicts become the last line of defense. At Camp Zero, they undergo relentless combat training, stripped of choice, voice, and rest. Among them, a group of Strays stands out: a silent observer, a tactician, a girl haunted by her past, one who hides behind jokes, another who still believes in protecting others — and one whose crimson eyes carry a legacy of fear. They’re not heroes They’re more than soldiers. They’re Strays.

The story follows the main character, Andrew, a 22-year-old office worker, as he navigates these themes starting from a mysterious encounter in a bar, a turning point that pulls him out of his ordinary life and sets him on his journey of adventure and survival.

Accused of treason. Family executed. Stripped of his title. Banished to a barren land where no lord could possibly survive. But for him, exile is not the end— it’s the beginning. Once an engineer in another world, he was reborn as the sole heir of a noble house. Gifted with extraordinary magical talent, he discovered that magic was nothing more than science waiting to be systemized. Where others saw spells, he saw formulas. Where others saw miracles, he saw machines. With a fief on the edge of ruin, peasants on the brink of starvation, and hostile neighbors waiting for his downfall, he begins quietly building— not armies of knights, but an industry of magic and steel. Runes become circuits. Mana becomes fuel. Workshops become factories. And the cornerstone of a new civilization begins to rise in exile. Yet he must remain low-key. For the kingdom’s politics are cruel, and nobles fear what they do not understand. Warriors and mages sharpen their blades, and even the church whispers heresy. But while they laugh at the forgotten lord in the wastelands, they will soon tremble at the silent revolution he has begun.

Kyran, an orphaned boy with a pure and unwavering dream to become a great warrior like the legendary hero who once defeated the demon legion to protect humankind. On his journey toward that dream, he forges bonds with trusted companions. Yet, unbeknownst to him, one among them hides behind a human mask, a being whose true nature defies imagination. When the veil of deception is finally lifted, Kyran is forced to confront the Seven Original Demons, ancient and malevolent entities of immense power, each capable of annihilating an entire kingdom at will. But beyond their terrifying might lies an even darker secret, a truth so dreadful it could make the entire world tremble. Will the boy who once dreamed of becoming a hero rise above his cruel fate to lead the strongest warrior legion of the empire, or will he be devoured by the very world he wished to protect?

A Demon King rules this Kingdom. At night, monstrous creatures roam, hunting every soul. There’s nowhere to hide. No one can escape. Only the Cursed walks the dark, enchanted roads—the last hope for survival.

Atlas Kael Cain , is a man of control — CEO of The Syndicate, Alpha of the WolfBorn Clan, his world is bound to the Code of Restraint that keeps the wolf within from consuming everything he’s built. But when his blood is used to save You, a stranger, an ancient tether is awakened — silver thread that ties his pulse to hers, a bond that should never have existed. But now is undeniable to him and You. Now, his scent fills your dreams and his pulse mirrors yours. He feels You, from miles away. But when rival packs, close in and House Heads plot — the feral, the exiled, the ones who still believe in “Taking by Force” — Atlas must choose, between the world he’s built and the woman who carries his legacy in her veins. Power has rules Desire doesn’t have to follow… And under the city’s polished lights, the oldest ritual still holds true: The Blood Oath. And Blood remembers.

An isekai protagonist in Warhammer Fantasy. Not 40k. Instead of Tyranids, there are Skaven. Instead of Necrons, there are Tomb Kings. Greenskins? Not much different. I've often been told there are few fanfics for this setting. I'm trying to fix that.

Chezhiyan, a prince of the mighty Pandiya Dynasty, was chosen by fate to embark on an intergalactic mission-a duty that carried him beyond the stars and kept him away for three millennia. Now he returns to an Earth transformed beyond recognition. Civilizations have risen and fallen. He is surprised and lost. But he has another mission-a duty to find the long-lost Pandiya Crown, the symbol of his dynasty's legacy and the key to restoring the Pandiya pride in the new age that has dawned.