The Game Of The World Tree

The seven gods created the world from a radiant orb of divine energy. But the Mordren, a powerful primordial beings born from the golden tendrils of creation rebelled and sought claim to the world for themselves to be above the gods. After defeating them in a cosmic war, the gods were unable to destroy their own creation because of love. They created a prison realm—Nhal'Tharra—and sealed the Mordrens within. Eons later, a cult named the Illuminati broke the seal, unleashing the Great Chaos—a cataclysm that nearly wiped out all life. Salvation came through with the legendary three who fought the Mordren with divine help and burned the Daether tree; "A revered tree by the Mordrens. In their final vengeance they cursed the bloodline of the legendary three called "The Blood Reaping," a curse that Merdronic beings from the underground would hunt and kill for those who possessed this curse. Kael, orphaned and raised in the quiet town of Nebo. A victim of the curse without knowing the legacy he was born with... Note: This is a work of fiction. The names of known characters and locations are entirely fictional and bear no connection to real individuals, living or dead, or to any actual events or locations in the real world. Names from famous mythological characters and locations are entirely fictional and bear no connection onto the original myth.

The Loyalty Game Psychological Drama | Political Family Suspense When Governor Tunde Iroko’s mother needs a caregiver, he launches a secretive, high-stakes contest: The Loyalty Game. With a $6,000 monthly prize, candidates from all walks of life compete in a series of intense psychological tests to prove their worth and their loyalty. But this isn’t just about caregiving. It’s a battle of trust, secrets, and survival under constant watch. Friendships form, alliances crack, and betrayal lurks behind every smile. As the game unfolds, the candidates and the governor’s family must confront harsh truths about power, love, and what it really means to care. Who will win the game? And at what cost? Dive into The Loyalty Game—a gripping tale of suspense, heart, and human ethics.

A blazing meteor streaked past Earth, bringing with it several monsters that plunged the Earth. The military's ammunition was not effective against them. Then suddenly, a window appeared before everyone. The Earth has entered beta testing and will survive until the main game begins. Grey, a renowned archaeologist, begins his domination after awakening the ultimate class.

A world where the tales of old are not mere stories but of a untold truth, Artifacts, items of immense power, shape the history of earth. Ash Tree Saga weaves together the journeys of those who bear these cursed gifts as well as the struggle between them and the ash tree organization. Each volume explores a new protagonist and their journey through a dark, unforgiving, alt-history medieval world. Vol 1: Dawn Mask - Follow the story of Isaac Novikov, the last heir of a fallen Ruthenian barony, and his journey in the Holy Roman Empire, discovering the cause of his family’s collapse. Vol 2: Hermit of The Stars - Will take place in a wuxia form of china, following a man from the imperial court who was betrayed but let me finish vol 1..

The gods are bored and now for entertainment they gets new idea. The epic battle of mortals for god's entertainment begins. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad https://www.royalroad.com/profile/373307/fictions

The Fallacy Game. > “Truth is subjective. Reality can be reasoned away. And in this game—your mind is the battlefield.” In a world where logic is weaponized and debate is a matter of survival, an underground tournament known only as The Fallacy Game emerges — a cerebral war where losing means the destruction of your reputation, your identity, and sometimes, your very sense of self. Rael Veir is a reclusive prodigy with a haunted past and a brain wired for paradoxes. When his sister is institutionalized after a televised debate collapse, Rael receives an invitation to the game — not as a witness, but as a player. Each round pits him against another genius in a lethal battle of logic. The prize for victory: progression to the next tier. The cost: a fragment of his memory, emotion, or moral compass… gone forever. As Rael ascends the ranks, he begins to question everything — the rules, the judges known as Observers, and the reality he's anchored to. Twisted rivals with fractured ideologies emerge. Forgotten players return. And all signs point toward a final debate known only as the Final Paradox — a round so mind-breaking, it's said no player has reached it and come back sane. But Rael is not like the others. He doesn't want to win the game. He wants to tear it apart from the inside. To do that, he must outwit the Mirror — a faceless, undefeated player who seems to know Rael’s every move… and may, impossibly, be Rael himself. > “If no one remembers the truth, did it ever exist?”

"A game where death is as simple as breathing in air, where blood is like water, psychopaths are normal people, hosted by the 'gods' isn't this gonna be fun!? Hehe, welcome to the game of the gods where luck is part of strength!!!" On this day, after the originator of the voice spoke, humanity.... would never be the same. ****** The cover will change as the story progresses. If you have any cover pictures too, feel free to share! In case this is your image and you dont want me to use it, just comment it down.

Su Mu once again created a locust tree in the era of spiritual energy recovery. In this era, powerful people were everywhere and ruled the region. Strange beasts were roaring in the mountains and rivers, occupying the land and making it king. The myriad creatures of this era rose up and competed against each other. A locust tree rose up from the heavens, creating a paradise of pure land in this chaotic era. A hundred years ago, I was a legend. A thousand years later, I was a myth. Some people call me the Tree of the World, to protect this world, to pray day and night. Some people call me the World Tree, for all living things to support a piece of the sky. Some call me the Tree of Life of Kabala, a symbol of truth and wisdom. Others called me the source of demons, the scourge of all realms, the forbidden zone for all living beings. Day and night in the shadow of death. But no matter who it is, regardless of their identity, they will always be respectful in front of me

Duke parlor, once just an ordinary slave being brought to execution, gets transmigrated into another world. Throughout the story he will develop relationships with other people and fight strong ones and see how his magic develops.

This is a love story expressing purity and innocence with a broken heart full of pain and desires . love story between an innocent girl and a raw beasty boy . This story is full of pain and love , the story of incomplete love .

A florist goes about his day as usual, enjoying the sun with his plants. However, He finds something different in his garden and the next thing he knows, He has turned into a wooden golem in the middle of a forrest! Will he grow to reach the clouds or is he more bark than bite?

System Activated] [Welcome, Creator.] Ash blinked. He looked around, expecting someone to be pulling a prank. But he was alone. [You have been selected as the host of the Creator Support System.] [Function: Provide unlimited production funds for content creation.] [Restriction: Funds may only be used for video-related expenses. Misuse will result in auto-restriction.] [Additional Feature: Identity Protection – Enable anonymous persona, facial hologram masking, and voice modulation.] [View-based reward system initialized.] [Current Creative Balance: ৳∞ (Content Use Only)] He leaned back slowly, eyes fixed on the strange holographic text. "...What the hell?" The screen hovered there, steady. It didn't flicker again. It didn't disappear. A soft chime sounded in his ear. [Please choose a channel name.] Ash hesitated. It felt absurd. Was he hallucinating? Was he going crazy from stress? But the system waited. Patiently. Silently. He thought back to the videos he just watched. The weird ones. The funny ones. The over-the-top thumbnails that made no sense but still pulled millions of views. He wanted something that would stand out. Something ironic. Something that told people: this isn't serious, but it's interesting. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, and then he typed: "Creepy Crap"

Ethan died of terminal illness and woke up in the body of a teenager named Luis Suarez, who was assassinated. To his surprise, he was in a parallel world and moreover in the world of a game that he used to play. Now he is stuck in a dangerous game like world. As a character who died, even before the start of the game story. Now follow Luis on his journey to find out whether his involvement will change the fate of this game like world whose ending was doomed. ___________________ Hey guys author here. This is my new story. Well, I'll suggest reading a few more chapters before deciding on anything. The story has a slow start, but its characters are compelling. As for other things, you have to read on your own and figure out in this journey. I'm not gonna spoil. Anyway, Happy Reading.

In the shadow-drenched underworld of a sprawling metropolis, where loyalty is currency and betrayal is death, The Don's Game unfolds like a symphony of silence. The city breathes through rain-slicked streets, neon reflections on shattered glass, and whispers in smoke-filled rooms. A lone figure walks the thin line between vengeance and oblivion, navigating a labyrinth of power, blood, and forgotten promises. From the dim glow of underground sanctuaries to the glittering façade of high society, every frame pulses with tension. Visually rich and emotionally charged, this story weaves together past and present through haunting imagery, flickering candlelight in abandoned chapels, the cold gleam of steel beneath tailored suits, and the quiet resolve in a man’s eyes as he steps into war. This is not just a tale of crime, it’s a visual poem of retribution, told without words, where every glance, every gesture, speaks volumes. The Don's Game is a journey through darkness, lit only by the fire of one man’s purpose.

While looking for a picture to be taken for his upcoming Photograpy cluub event, a teenage boy discovers an abandoned building while taking a short cut. Inside the building, a tree can be seen from a distance and in front of that tree is a small shrine and few lit candles. As he takes a picture using his old phone, all it took was a hollow entrance inside the tree with no shrines and candles to be seen. He took the courage to go inside and suddenly bright lights shine, 'a festival? but no one is even here?'

In the world of Condellia, awakened people is most respected and desired profession. Thousands of gods gives mortals of Condellia power in exchange for faith. Adair, someone from earth died in his sleep reincarnated in the world of awakened and god avatars. [King of Underworld wanted you to be it's pet] [Observer of Void wanted you to be it's successor] [God of Light wanted you to spread the light] [King of Harem wanted you as it's incarnation] [World Tree wanted to be your friend] "Friend? World Tree, i choose you!"

Choose between life or death... A game that can affect your whole life. (Inspired by AIB) What will Happen In Here?

Synopsis In a time when silence could be louder than war drums, a young girl's heart carried the voice of a nation. Set in rural Gujarat during the heart of India's freedom struggle, The Mango Tree of 1942 traces the life of Meera—a bright, curious village girl whose world changes forever under the sprawling branches of an old mango tree. As political unrest brews beyond the dusty fields, Meera’s personal journey weaves through love, loss, and unspoken courage. From stolen glances to tear-stained letters, from family loyalty to whispered rebellion, this novel captures the essence of a generation caught between tradition and revolution. At the heart of it all stands the mango tree—a silent witness to the dreams, promises, and heartbreaks of 1942. A story of quiet resilience, emotional depth, and timeless love, The Mango Tree of 1942 is not just about the past—it’s about how history grows roots in ordinary lives.

At Academia Noctis, brilliance is currency—and secrets are deadly. Lucian Vale came to find his missing mother. What he found was a school built on lies, a secret court that manipulates fate, and a symbol tied to a forbidden project. Now, trapped in a deadly game of wits, power, and betrayal, Lucian must play to survive—because at Academia Noctis, every move could be your last.

The tree stood tall in the quiet hills of Beverley , nestled between rolling hills and ancient woods bearing witness to countless seasons and stories of love,loss and longing.For decades,the residents whispered of its magic .Hank Rand ,a reserved literature professor ,stumbles upon an old, unopened letter beneath the tree while walking his dog.Intrigued and moved by the words-a heartfelt poem from a man,Silas to a woman he never stopped loving -June,becomes obsessed with finding the letter's recipient.

The game world chose its players, assigning them a class and a talent before sending them into the rifts, the lands of infinite opportunities. Dean, having died once and escaped his normal life, woke up in this strange world. By luck, he obtained the greatest opportunity in life, becoming a player. There's just one problem. "What the hell am I looking at..." Looking at the abstract lines before him, he realized that his amazing, exciting life as a player had come to a premature end, forcing him to return to being a 9-to-5 scholar once more. --- feel free to roast this book, harsh criticisms are welcome

Main character Noah gets heartbroken and tries to become the best. The University he studies in gets stuck in a evil playground where surviving is hard known as matrix. They have to survive in all costs. He is a game addict who finds a strange game in his collection, will it help him become badass? will it help him from upcoming wave of evil or will it make it even worse? Do you want to escape the matrix?

[r18+ content / Book Status: COMPLETED] She described herself as his worst nightmare. But to him, she was his most beautiful dream... A vicious and dangerous vixen… A ticking bomb that no one could diffuse… This was how Raine, the infamous Princess of one of the three clans of an underworld group called MIRAGE, was often described by humans and the mythical creatures in disguise coexisting with humans. Everyone was scared of her. Well... everyone except for one man who never batted an eye meeting her glare. Could he be the only one who could tame the untamed? Or would he end up getting played by the naughty and dangerous Princess of the Moon Clan? *****EXCERPT***** “Being with me is always a game…” she whispered, staring into his eyes with her fiery gaze as if to challenge his cold stare. “You should have known that I’m willing to play any game you want just to stay by your side. After all… you’re my sweet vixen…” He leaned closer to the point where his lips almost touched hers, “You're not someone that can be easily forgotten. You are someone who drives other people crazy, and you drove me insane!” She parted her lips to say something, but all she felt was his familiar warmth on her lips as he silenced her. He was kissing her hungrily, leaving her no room to even think let alone say a word. His chest felt like a hard rock pressing her against the wall. “Don’t fight me… Don’t fight what you truly feel for me...” He wanted her so badly and he would stop at nothing just to make her his! ***** Follow all my works at WWW.LINKTR.EE/EUSTOMA_REYNA Book cover is mine, AI generated.

Tree growth

When Ravi, a privileged brat, returns from the U.S., he is intent on winning back his ex-boyfriend. However, standing in his path is the enigmatic Elijah, his ex’s best friend. To make matters more complicated, Ravi and Elijah find themselves as roommates.

Love can grow like a tree, its roots intertwining and connecting us in ways that feel magical and beautiful. Yet, like every tree, it grows strong, stands alone, and eventually withers. Not all love is meant to last forever, and sometimes, its beauty lies in the fleeting moments before it fades.