Percy Kneels

He was once a kind boy — loyal to family, faithful to love, and full of hope. But kindness means nothing in a world that spits on your loyalty. Roman died betrayed. His stepbrother beat him. His girlfriend cheated. His family used him like a slave — and when the world ended, they threw him to the undead. But death wasn’t the end. Roman was reborn — weeks before the apocalypse that would erase humanity. And this time? No more mercy. No more weakness. This time, Roman builds his empire in the shadows, manipulates nations, steals resources before the collapse, and creates a stronghold while the world sleeps peacefully — blind to the hell that’s coming. > What?! A supermarket in New York is completely wiped out overnight! Japan’s largest food storage warehouse was found empty — zero inventory, massive losses. Similar cases in South Korea and Australia? No trace, no witnesses. Just... gone. One man is preparing. One man is rising. Roman. But just when he thinks he's the only one pulling the strings in the dark... Others begin to move. Reincarnated. Ruthless. Just like him. The game is no longer survival. It's domination. In this new world, only one king can rule from the shadows. And Roman will burn the world before he kneels.

I logged into a game. I tripped. Now I rule a galactic theocracy full of psychic space birds. Zamir, an ordinary student and former MMO player, wakes up inside his old game—Avalon—as the emperor of a terrifying empire he built years ago. His creations? Still alive. Still loyal. And convinced he's their divine ruler. Problem is, Zamir doesn’t remember half the systems he made… From psychic super-soldiers and backstabbing nobles to an overly dramatic press secretary, Zamir fumbles his way through diplomacy, propaganda, and imperial politics—accidentally succeeding every time he opens (or doesn’t open) his mouth. As enemies gather beyond the stars, Zamir must pretend to be a genius ruler while quietly asking himself: "Wait… did I really enslave that species?" A galaxy watches. His empire kneels. He just wants to lie down.

In Incheon, South Korea, Han Jihoon is treated like trash - weak, invisible, hated by his father and stepmother. He's failing in school, ignored by society, and abandoned by fate. But one night, a shadow speaks to him. A being beyond gods and demons offers him a choice: "Be forgotten forever... or become the power they all fear." Jihoon chooses power. With a one-year countdown to Earth's darkest age - an era of awakened powers, demons, and destruction - Jihoon will rise Not as a hero Not as a villain. But as the force no one saw coming. He was worthless. He was chosen. Now… they will kneel.

Why build a harem… …when you can steal everyone else’s? Rejected without confessing. Friendzoned before even speaking. Too bad for them he’s done being average. Armed with a system that thrives on charisma (even if his starts at rock bottom), sharp tongue, and unmatched game sense, Eiden isn’t here to play nice. He’s not the hero, not the villain he’s the damn glitch in the story. The protagonist ?? He’ll outwit them. The arrogant beauties? He’ll make them kneel. The childhood sweethearts, the princesses, the cold beauties? They’ll come to him. Willingly. This isn’t your story. It’s his conquest. And no harem is safe.

In a nation where justice is just a mask, Bruce—an untouchable lawyer with blood on his pen—rules Zimbabwe’s underworld from the shadows. Ministers, drug lords, and cops alike kneel when he speaks. But when a foreign intelligence agency deploys Micah, a cold-eyed operative from ECHO, to dismantle Bruce’s empire, the balance trembles. Micah builds a taskforce to hunt the elusive kingpin—unaware it’s rigged with moles, spies, and secrets from both Bruce… and a third power lurking in the dark, hungry for the throne. As chaos erupts and trust dissolves, a Cleaner from Saudi is brought in to purge the rot. Yet the truth is a blade no one sees coming: Micah is Bruce’s son—his final, silent weapon. And by the time the truth surfaces, it’s already too late.

In the world of Gran Turin, where mana flows through every being and power is measured by the stars that adorn one’s soul, one man refuses to accept his fate. Born of noble blood yet cast aside in shame, he endured the scorn of those who deemed him unworthy—a pale shadow of a once-proud house. But the spark of vengeance burned in his heart. Harnessing the ancient arts of mana, he delved deep into the forbidden secrets of magic, seeking the power that would make the world bow before him. Each spell, each fragment of mana he claimed was another step on his path of retribution. His goal was not to reclaim his name alone, but to eclipse the might of kings and mages alike. Lightning crackles along his frame, and the black sword he wields pulses with power. No longer a pawn, he is the master of his own destiny. He will not stop until the world itself kneels to him, for in the ashes of his humiliation, he has forged an unbreakable resolve. This is the tale of a man who would become more than mortal. This is the story of The Dark Lord’s Rebirth—a conquest of vengeance and the rise of a new King of the World. ______ If you want to see a noble MC, this is not for you. Protagonist is a man of grand ambitions and will do anything to achieve his dreams. i will be uploading it on RoyalRoad.com name-Luenor Sureva Also the MC is somewhat aggressive

> *She was just a nobody — a powerless girl at the bottom of the ranking system.* > > Until one day... she broke everything. > > No magic. No blessings. No chosen bloodline. > > Just fists, rage, and a will that refused to kneel. > > In a world ruled by hunters, rankings, and corrupted systems of power, she rose from zero to the top — smashing heroes, monsters, and expectations alike. > > Now, they call her the first-rank hero of the nation. > > But behind her title lies something terrifying. Something no one is ready for. > > Because she’s not just the strongest... > > ***She’s the end of the system itself. **

For every insult, every betrayal, and every moment of pain—he made a choice. To become the strongest. Not just to avenge those who cast him aside, but to make his voice echo across every realm. He won’t stop at punishing the city that abandoned him. Even the system itself will kneel. I am Itaru Myon.' Welcome to my world.' ---

WSA 2025 ENTRY Kael Voss was born cursed. The last son of Hades. The only pure demigod of the underworld. Abandoned. Forgotten—just like his father. All he ever wanted was a quiet life. To be left alone. To escape the reach of gods who saw him not as a person but as a threat to Olympus. Then one day, he was dragged into the Heraion Academy by a stranger named Orion—thrown into a world of ancient rivalries and buried secrets. A place where demigods are trained to become heroes or sacrificed trying. A place where even being recognized by the gods comes with a price. Even there, Kael tried to make the best of it. Tried to find peace. But peace was never written into this story. I was inspired by the Percy Jackson series. I’m not saying this is the best story out there—but for my first novel, I’m proud of the work.

He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette as if releasing his soul. The ember dimmed, but the fire in his chest roared louder. “How did I become this chained to you?” he murmured, his voice hollow. “Like shackles on my heart… How does one leave when they were imprisoned in someone’s love? How did I, so cautious and aware, fall victim to you? And how does one heal from wounds carved by the one they trusted?” There was no reply. Just the silence of her gaze, fleeing from his. “Tell me,” he whispered, “how do I rip you from my chest when you’ve rooted yourself like a rose among thorns—cutting me every time I try to let go? I bleed when I forget you, I break when I hate you. What kind of curse is this? And now you ask for forgiveness… Tell me—will forgiveness teach me how to forget?” She blinked away tears, her voice trembling like a confession: “I hurt you… and I hurt myself too. Your wounds burn inside me like fire. Let me heal them. Let me give you my soul, fill your heart with a love that honors you, that redeems me. I’ll erase the pain with tenderness, heal you with my beauty, my cunning… I killed you, I know. Let me bring you back to life.” He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. Harshly, he barked: “Then bow.” She bowed, voice soft, eyes lowered. “And here I am, my love… I bow before your heart, in surrender. Will you forgive me now?” A wicked smile curled on his lips. “Stab my heart,” he said coldly. “Ask for forgiveness. Wish for death. Because my forgiveness… is fire. And in it, you shall burn.”

Yan Rui was a famous actor — rich, proud, and used to being in control. One night, after filming a scene as a royal offering, he dies in a sudden accident… and wakes up in another world. Now, he’s kneeling in a real temple, tied up in red silk, surrounded by chanting priests — and facing Mo Jue, a powerful and dangerous snake demon. Mo Jue calls him “the offering.” But Yan Rui refuses to be anyone’s sacrifice. Trapped in a strange world of ancient empires, monsters, and deadly politics, Yan Rui must survive — and deal with the cold demon lord who watches him too closely. But the more they clash… the more something dangerous begins to grow between them.

Isaiah Cole was just a conspiracy theorist, a nobody streaming to twenty people, chasing forbidden truths the world wanted buried. Until one night, his screen went black and a shadow stood in his room. He wakes up in a forgotten graveyard, staring at a tombstone marked Azrael, the god he thought was just a myth. Now, a hidden cult kneels before him. They believe he’s returned. They beg him to lead, and reclaim his position. When he speaks, reality bends. His power surges and he slowly becomes more powerful. He can alter timelines with a single word and the more people believe in his existence, the faster he reawakens his divine class abilities including the Dragon Breath but in a world ruled by ancient magic, fanatic cults and fractured pantheons, something darker stirs and his current powers are nothing compared to the altar that summoned him. He must unlock his full potential before there’s no more time left.

“Born beneath a sky that bled white lightning, with stars falling like tears of the cosmos. The heavens called him cursed. The world called him doomed. But they will come to know him by another name—Heaven’s Seizer.” Tian Yi was cursed at birth—shunned by the world and hunted by powerful sects. At sixteen, he uncovers fragmented celestial memories and discovers that the Heavens have already betrayed him. Now, he refuses to kneel. With a broken guardian mentor and a heart full of vengeance, Tian Yi vows: “If the Heavens won’t grant me power, I will seize it!” Pursued by the myriads of races,demons, gods, betrayal, and forbidden secrets—can he break fate’s chains and claim the Heavenly Mandate for himself?

She was kneeling on the cold stone floor of the main hall with her hands tied behind her back. Not daring to face the intruders she kept her head low and her gaze fixed on the ground. She was only wearing a nightgown and her messily tied hair had started to come undone, causing lose strands of auburn colored hair to cover her face. She was thin; way to thin as most would probably say. Her beautiful features were concealed by sunken cheeks, dark circles and a dull complexion. Beside her was the rest of the family, all of them kneeling in a row with their hands tied back. She hadn’t gotten a good look but from the corner of her eye her father had appeared to be badly beaten... *** The man who had killed her family that night had been truly terrifying. His face was entirely unfeeling as he beheaded them and he did not flinch when their bodies hit the floor. So why had that man defied the king's orders just to spare her life? Amelia thought that her miserable life would continue being filled with nothing but abuse. She had not expected that she would be treated kindly, both by him and by his servants. And she had certainly not expected that she would slowly begin to let her guard down aroud him. *** (Cover art from pinterest)

After transmigrating into a apocalyptic world, Yasin awakened a system that allowed him to travel between two timelines. He soon discovered an astonishing truth—women from both worlds were mysteriously linked. In the brutal apocalyptic world of 1993, they pledged their loyalty to him for survival. Yet, in the dazzling spotlight of 2006’s Hollywood, they remained legendary superstars. But the moment they saw him… they couldn’t stop herself from kneeling.

With a snap of his fingers, they dance to his tune. With the quirk of his lips, they turn numb. With the tap of his toe, they kneel to him. He can control their every thought, emotion, and movement. Manipulate their very lives. None can escape his grasp. *** Ian woke up one day confused to see the unfamiliar yet familiar surroundings. Once this was his home, when it was no more he got lost. He lost everything. Now everything is back. A burning starlight lit in his cold eyes, promising to burn all his enemies. He would never allow his home to be destroyed again. Not this time. He was back. And this time, he would control their lives just like they controlled his.

Welcome to a world unhinged. A world carved by blood and ruled by strength. Here, the weak don’t kneel out of fear—they kneel because survival demands it. And even then… not all survive.

They tried to erase me. My name. My soul. My entire existence. I was sacrificed by the sect I called family — offered as fuel for an ancient system buried beneath the altar. But something went wrong. The system didn’t consume me. It corrupted me. Now I walk with no name. My path doesn’t follow the Dao. It rewrites it. And those who buried me in silence… Will kneel to the echo I’ve become. Glitched Cultivator: The System Tried to Erase Me — a dark cultivation story of forbidden power, glitching fate, and revenge that burns through heaven itself.

In a world where chakra determines power, status, and survival, Michael is a nobody—a powerless outcast in a city where the strong walk like gods. Expelled from school, hunted by elites, and scorned by a society that worships strength, his life was never meant to matter. Until one forbidden heist changed everything. While infiltrating the vault of C.O.S.M.O.S., the elite chakra defense force, Michael stumbles upon a cursed relic: the Black Lotus. A living anomaly, it shatters his view of the world—literally. Now, he sees reality where truth glows pale and corruption oozes like ink. The Black Lotus doesn’t just grant power—it rewrites existence. Michael begins to evolve not by training or leveling up, but by absorbing the essence of his enemies. With every death around him, his vision grows sharper, his body stronger—and his flame darker. But power comes at a price. As his body changes, so does his purpose. No longer just a thief or a survivor, Michael becomes a force of reckoning. He doesn’t seek revenge. He doesn’t seek redemption. He seeks judgment. And in a world built on injustice, all shall kneel.

Lady Evelyne Everhart died of a broken heart. Or at least, she thought she did. But the universe had other plans. Now reborn as the infamous villainess of a fantasy romance novel, Evelyne wants nothing more than peace, a good cup of tea, and perhaps the occasional elegant slap for those who deserve it. Unfortunately, fate isn’t feeling generous. Not only has she been thrown into a world of royal politics and scandal... but four of her exes have reincarnated here too. And worse? They all want her back. Men who once broke her heart now kneel for her love. Beg for her attention. Fight for her forgiveness. Too bad. She’s not here to relive the past. She’s here to rewrite the story—and maybe serve karma with a smile.

Jin Mu-ryong, the disgraced heir of the Frozen Blade Sect, kneels before the Imperial Court—his hands bound in soul-severing chains, his once-proud robes reduced to bloodied rags. The Emperor, flanked by the very martial brothers Mu-ryong once called family, grins as he pronounces the sentence: "Execution for the traitor." Desperation turns to rage as Mu-ryong smashes his forehead against the floor—not in surrender, but in final defiance. The impact cracks the marble, and in that instant, a blinding summoning circle ignites beneath him, its intricate runes unlike any Murim formation. The Emperor's smirk vanishes as Mu-ryong dissolves into golden light, leaving behind only a whisper of qi and the echoing laughter of… someone else. He awakens naked and wounded in a grand cathedral, surrounded by foreign mages in flowing robes. Their language is gibberish, but their expressions are clear: awe and terror. For Mu-ryong has not been exiled—he has been summoned. The Kingdom of Luminar is losing its war against the Demon God’s hordes. Their last hope? A "Hero from Beyond the Heavens and a puppet they can control." But what they got was no hero, nor a beast to be tamed—they summoned a vengeful Murim monster.

naruto is son of time a naruto x percy jackson crossover this story take place in percy jackson universe and no characters from naruto verse except naruto himself be used i want tis story to be only affect percy jackson universe i dont own neither naruto verse nor percy jackson verse

In a world where purity of blood defines worth, and the highborn cultivate power under Heaven's decree, those born of "tainted blood" are condemned to servitude, silence, or slaughter. But from the filth and ash of this cruel order, a boy rises — not with prayers, nor with vengeance… but with perfect, calculated coldness. Mo Tianyin, born without privilege, without hope, carries no delusions of justice. What he seeks is not rebellion… but replacement. His mind is sharper than steel, his heart colder than the grave, and every step he takes is a move against a thousand-year tyranny. He will lie, sacrifice, and slaughter — not for glory, not for love — but to build a world where the sky itself can bleed. He is the shadow beneath Heaven. And shadows do not kneel.

In his prime, he stood above all—feared, respected, and known as the Heavenly Ancestor. But even gods bleed, and his downfall came not from a rival… but from his own stupidity. Now, fate throws him back to the beginning, into the body of his younger self. Armed with knowledge from the future, a supreme cultivation system, and the determination to never repeat his mistakes—he sets out to rewrite history. Betrayers will kneel. Rivals will fall. Women who once ignored him will now fight for him. Watch as the Ancestor rewrites destiny—one crushed enemy at a time.

> “They locked her away to hide their shame. He married her to break her. But she will rise… and make them all kneel.”

In the heart of the vast and gleaming Eirhardt Empire, where bloodlines dictate power and magic shapes destiny, a nameless child is left at the gates of an orphanage on a quiet night. Born into silence, raised in shadows, Elarion does not cry. He does not demand. He simply watches, listens, and endures. But the empire watches too. When a mysterious noble cloaked in imperial black kneels before him, everything shifts. Elarion—only two years old—is chosen. Not for his power. Not for prophecy. Just... for being seen. “In the arms of the Empire” follows the slow, intimate unfolding of a child who was never taught how to be held. Told from Elarion’s perspective as he grows from invisible orphan to the Imperial Heir, the novel traces a path not of war or prophecy, but of soft glances, untied ribbons, whispered names, and rooms that finally feel like home. It is a story of found family, silent resilience, and the aching, beautiful weight of being loved without needing to earn it.

I was just another guy on Earth — broke, jobless, and bored. Then I woke up in a different world… …kneeling before the Empire’s most dangerous woman. Princess Asthia. Beautiful. Cunning. Untouchable. And now I’m her personal bodyguard. There's just one problem. A system popped into my head the moment I swore my oath: [Absolute Loyalty Pact Activated] - Any direct command from the Princess must be obeyed. - Disobedience results in pain, punishment… or death. - Obedience rewards EXP, skills, and system perks. At first, it was simple: guard her. Serve her. Kill for her. But then her orders changed. “Undress me.” “Join me in bed.” “Make me forget I’m royalty tonight.” Now I’m caught between survival and seduction, loyalty and desire.

For two hundred years, the world forgot his name. Once a peerless genius, Xu Tianran vanished into seclusion, walking the path of invincibility. Sects rose and fell. Empires crumbled. His legend faded into myth. But now—he has returned. The world he left behind is weaker than he remembers. A dying sect. Corrupt empires. Enemies lurking in the shadows. But legends are not meant to be forgotten. With two enigmatic puppets, each rivaling ancient powerhouses, Xu Tianran steps into a world unprepared for his return. The heavens will tremble. Sects will kneel. And those who once mocked his name… will beg for mercy. Because this time, he won’t stop until he is truly invincible.

Before the gods, before the first flames of creation, before even the concept of form or thought—there was only The Void. Silent. Infinite. Unshaped. And yet, within this boundless abyss, something stirred. From the nothingness, three forces emerged, like threads weaving together the first fabric of existence. These were not gods, nor were they beings of thought—they were essences, fundamental truths of reality itself. Each one distinct, yet inseparably bound to the others, ensuring that creation could ever take root. The Continuum of Space—The foundation upon which all things are built. Without it, nothing could exist in form or structure. It is the skeleton of reality, defining boundaries, distances, and the vastness of the cosmos. It separates matter from void, the heavens from the abyss, and ensures that existence is not a singular, undivided mass. The Flow of Time—The great river that moves all things forward. Without it, existence would be an eternal, stagnant moment, neither past nor future, only an endless Now. It is the force that dictates growth, decay, and the very concept of change. The Essence of Emotion—The spark that gave purpose to creation. Where Space gave form and Time gave movement, Emotion gave meaning. It is the will of existence itself, the force that fuels ambition, hope, despair, and desire. Without it, creation would have no direction, no dreams, no soul. These three primal forces intertwined like the threads of an infinite loom, shaping reality from nothingness. Their collision did not simply create a single world—it birthed the Multiverse, an infinite sea of realms, each one a unique reflection of the interplay between these cosmic truths. Where Space stretched, galaxies bloomed. Where Time flowed, stars ignited, burned, and faded. Where Emotion stirred, life took root, seeking purpose in the infinite. Percy Atlas Magus, was admitted to a prestigious university frequented by heirs of powerful Chaebol families. A devastating accident soon followed, tearing apart the Magus family. Percy survived only to awaken in a strangely altered reality—one where his beloved twin sister Camilia, became unrecognizably distant, and the sudden introduction of someone he didn't realize was family. Now, Percy must navigate this perplexing new reality, guided by an enigmatic floating screen {Infinite Omega System.} With his path intertwined with cosmic forces and familial bonds strained by fate itself, Percy’s journey becomes one of survival, reconciliation, and the pursuit of hidden truths. Join him as he battles the challenges of his altered life, unlocking the secrets of the universe and the powerful legacy that awaits him and his sisters—the foretold awakening of the Triquetra, the legendary Power of Three

"Kneel,” she commanded, her voice sounding like that of an ancient. I was bemused. “I beg your pardon?” I asked. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” “Oh, I know precisely who you are,” she replied. “Alpha Mätrang, the Crowned Prince of Ngäerawa. Säli has been whispering to me.” “Now kneel before the daughter of Säli, the first of her kind.” “The goddess forbid me from kneeling—” My knees were already kissing the ground before I could continue. My eyes widened with disbelief. “This… this is impossible,” I said.Agonizing pain seared my lower back as strings of words unfurled from her mouth. The mist crept towards me slowly. My skin scalded where the mist kissed. Each breath I drew felt like my last. She cocked her head. “Nothing is impossible for Säli.” ..... Centuries ago, Säli males arrogated the rights of the females, stripping them of any illusion of freedom. They maintained an antediluvian belief that females were slaves, turning them into breeders. The way they comported themselves, one would think they were the ones gifted by the goddess Säli, that they possessed the moon’s powers. The females were once bestowed with gifts from the goddess, but now they're saddled with suffering. But that was before the moon goddess Säli decided to put an end to the suffering by planting seeds in a female's womb. Nine moons later, she delivered a girl, Txälina, one who was born beneath the red moon, one who could command the world to its knees. Just as she was conferring upon the males a taste of their torment, she was interjected by the crowned prince of the realm, Mätrang. He thought she was a monster, but when he found out she was his mate, he was bemused. He would need to take her to the king for judgment for the massacre she created, but the pull of the mating bond was difficult to resist. And if he gives in to the mating bond, it would affect his position as the crown prince of the realm. Please note: This book is an adult Werewolf fantasy book that includes dark elements that might be triggering for some.