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Naruto Half Demon Half God

Naruto- God of Shinobi

Tanaka Kazeo wasn’t supposed to be here. One moment, he was just another guy from Earth; the next, he’s waking up in Konoha as a four-year-old orphan—weak, powerless, and trapped in one of the deadliest worlds ever imagined. No system. No bloodline. No plot armor. Just his knowledge, instincts, and the sheer will to survive. With Konoha’s dark underbelly lurking beneath its surface, the whispers of war still echoing through the land, and monsters like Orochimaru and the Akatsuki looming in the distance, Kazeo knows one thing: if he stays weak, he dies. But he refuses to be another nameless orphan lost to history. From forbidden jutsus to deadly training, from political schemes to the battlefield—he will claw his way up, carving a future that even the gods themselves wouldn’t dare to predict. The ninja world is merciless. But so is he . Read his Journey to know further. *** Just give the First chapter a chance. You will be hooked. *** The MC transmigrates into Narutoverse in the body of a civilian orphan. Due to reasons( explained in fanfic), his body will be weak in starting, with time he will become better. Follow the story of the MC as he grows in power and stabilizes himself into the world of ninjas and trains to be the strongest. What to expect: 1. Smart and consistent MC 2. Lots of training 3. MC manipulating the plot to his advantage . 4. A lot of original arcs. 5. Plot will mostly stay the same (at least till Shippuden), but I won't repeat any scenes/dialogues that took place in the manga/anime (as I'm assuming you've already read it). Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover is Ai made . It's my first fanfic, I'm hoping it turns out good. All reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome. Grammar and English should be fine, but I'm not sure how good the dialogues and scenarios will be. Hopefully, I'll improve as this fanfic progresses forward. Timing of upload will be 6 p.m. for starting weeks.
StoryTeller_314 · 13.7K Views

Demonic Skeleton God

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.
Morfus · 13.1K Views

RISE OF THE HOLY DEMONIC GOD

In a sprawling urban landscape intertwined with a hidden universe of mysticism, Rey emerges as an unlikely nobody with an unyielding determination to safeguard his family and cherished ones from the shadows that haunt their world. Faced with the daunting task of mastering newfound strength, Rey embarks on a journey of self-discovery and transcendence, spurred by the enigmatic allure of a relic that promises ascension to the realm of gods. As Rey navigates the complexities of this intricate universe, he encounters an eclectic array of allies and adversaries, each wielding their own fragment of power drawn from the mystic tapestry that binds their reality. Amidst the chaos of urban life, Rey unearths the secrets of ancient lore and uncovers the existence of the revered God Relic, a fabled artifact said to grant unparalleled power and the keys to ascend to divine heights. With every revelation, Rey's resolve is tested as he grapples with the tantalizing temptation of godhood and the profound responsibility it entails. As he delves deeper into the mysteries of the universe, Rey must confront his inner conflicts and navigate the treacherous path between light and darkness, all while contending with forces that seek to exploit the relic's power for their own nefarious ends. In a world where the boundaries between mortal and divine blur, Rey finds himself at the epicenter of a cosmic struggle that will determine the fate of all existence. Will he succumb to the seductive allure of godhood, forsaking his humanity in the process, or will he rise above the chaos and forge a new destiny grounded in the strength of his convictions? "RISE OF THE HOLY DEMONIC GOD" is a spellbinding urban fantasy epic that explores the timeless themes of power, sacrifice, and the eternal quest for enlightenment. Join Rey on his daring odyssey as he navigates the perilous depths of the universe, fueled by an unwavering determination to protect those he loves and unlock the mysteries of existence in a world where the line between mortal and divine is blurred. ___________________________________________________________________ This novel has many more tag like World building, Transmigration and romance, superpowers and more so just read it and enjoy. There may be some grammar mistake in this as I am a newbie so, please cooperate and read it.
Nemesis_0001 · 66.8K Views

Perfect Cut: One Blade to Sever The World in Half

Sultan was absent when the gods divided good-fortune among mankind. So, he should have foreseen the consequences when an attractive and alluring lady gifted him a piece of cutting-edge technology. a rarity that is only reserved for the privileged and wealthy. Before the day ends, as he prepares dinner that evening, the steep price of this gift reveals itself, and it’s one he isn’t willing to pay. Finding himself inexplicably vanishing and transported to a strange and perilous land, Sultan must now confront traumatic experiences, brutal and relentless challenges, hideous creatures, and abnormal individuals with uncanny traits and abilities. What’s more, the hidden side of the world turns out to be far vaster and more mysterious than he ever imagined. While most of the Populace remains obliviously in the dark, The Earth itself has changed: new, uncharted lands teeming with hellish creatures and unique resources have appeared out of thin air. A great and divine-like entity known as The Host has descended, bestowing supernatural abilities upon humanity and subjecting them to arduous, nearly insurmountable trials. As The Host locks its gaze on Sultan , impossible tasks and seemingly unachievable challenges come his way. Even the extraordinary power he receives, while deceptively simple, demands its own twisted atonements. Armed with nothing but his cooking knife, Sultan embarks on a journey that could end as abruptly as it begins or lead him to a place of legend and myth. The choice is now his to make: succumb to the challenges of The Host, faltering as one of its endless failures, or rise above them to carve his destiny in a world transformed beyond recognition.
Atomb · 7K Views

Legends of the Ancient Demons and Gods

In the world of hunter, dungeon and Tower, Long Zhen considered as trash his elder brother and sister at the age of five start cultivating their QI and they considered as very talented with bright future but Long Zhen at age of five still don't feel the QI around him, like other children before the awakening. In this world, only rare and God like talents can feel the QI around them, before the awakening of profession...... When Long Zhen was five year old he and his family get in a tragic accident, where as his family members don't even injured that much Doctor and other people considered them as first priority over Long Zhen. who is more injured then anyone with an broken arms, bruised face covered in broken glasses, when Long Zhen, fighting for life and death only one doctor giving him treatment, but it wasn't enough due to lack of proper treatment, Long Zhen Die, when his brother and sister know about his death they start crying, suddenly Long Zhen body heal with no injuries on his body, all doctor and his brother and sister present their got shocked by this event..... When Long Zhen wake up, he heard a robotic sound in his head and then he realised he got a system but Long Zhen is very confused and shocked, because without awakening the profession, no one can have system..... So what is the reason of accident, what are the origin of the system, can Long Zhen now become a hunter?.... No no, can Long Zhen now become a God.? Please read my novel.... I know my English is not good please gave me some guidance, how can I improve myself. NO HAREM
Goviel · 4.1K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114.2K Views

THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.
KENNYWROTEIT · 5K Views
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