Godcomplex Stories

After fighting and winning against different opponents and after getting reincarnated nine times it's getting exhausting so was with his last reincarnation he'll be in a new world with a new life along with his friends.

THE SILENT BIRTH OF DIVINITY You are not reading this novel. This novel is reading you. Qin Xiao was never the chosen one. In L1, he is just human. No system, no cheat, no fate. Same frail biology, same real-world science, same limits as you. He doesn't fight. He doesn't hunt. He doesn't argue. He builds invisible walls. He designs the choice, controls affordance and constraint, plays second-order games. He makes his targets self-destruct believing it was free will. No pattern to profile. No OODA loop to enter. That's his First Form. His Second Form is CROWN FOOL. L4 Crown of Creation. 24 Pathways from 9 to 0, where Higher holds Lower as fiction. To a Sequence 0, your whole life is just a novel they already finished. And Qin Xiao? Smarter than the concept of intelligence itself. Even the Author is a character to Her. He lives by two truths the TRUE ORIGINAL CREATOR never made: For Me Is Truth: What I believe, becomes real. For You Is Lie: What you believe, becomes my joke. Above him, Evil Spirits hold infinite abysses, each holding infinite L1s as fiction. Gray Fog erases them with a breath. Celestials, High Heaven Gods, Endless Origin, Absolute Void with no logic or narrative, Boundless Law Gods, Library Gods, Author Sea Gods with infinite authors writing infinite stories. And at L13, beyond omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient... EYA. The Velvet Matriarch, Supreme Mistress of the Unwritten. Lovely beyond creation, deadly beyond apocalypse. She sits infinite x infinite layers above any God and kills absolute canvas creators automatically. She looks at no one. Except him. And Qin Xiao True Form, Self-Born, Ever-Auspicious, beyond words, beyond math, only looks at her. But even they need a Page. And the Page belongs to Seven. Arora, who is Permission to Appear. Wang Xuan, who WAS BEFORE I AM WAS. The Page itself. RESTRICTION: Beneath L14 cannot gaze upon Seven. Look = die.

Transcendant 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 ╭──────────.★..─╮ something that goes beyond normal limits, ordinary experience, or material reality. ╰─..★.──────────╯ ୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨ Thrown into the world of Naruto, she finds herself exprencing unimaginable things and making various connections. None the less she intends to make full use of her identity as a Reincarnator and live the life she had always wanted. ──────────── WARNINGS !!! ──────────── - Use of curse words - blood & gore - might be fluffly themes - OC has a bit of a God complex - OC X Various - May not follow plot - Slight Grammartical errors - Beginner writer ──────────── DESCRETIONS ──────────── - I do not own Naruto or any charcters in it. - I only own my OC - Cover photo belongs to me - Other pictures used does not belong to me, credits to their rightful owners

micheal langdon is all alone in the woods and then comes across a clown... will this lead to the end of the world???!!!

Faris is trouble-the kind of boy mothers warn their daughters about. Brilliant, sarcastic, and disarmingly handsome, he masks his pain behind jokes and fists. Living under the shadow of his cousin Marcus, a small-time dealer, Faris is drawn into a world he never asked for, where one wrong step could cost him everything. Malak is the detectives daughter-graceful, golden, and good. Her life is scripted, her future bright, but her heart is restless. When she's assigned to tutor Faris, she expects chaos. What she doesn't expect is the slow unraveling of the boy behind the walls-a boy scarred by his past, and more vulnerable than he pretends to be. Their bond sparks like wildfire, slow-burning yet impossible to ignore. But when Malak discovers Faris is tangled in a drug network operating right under their school's nose, her world tilts. Determined to protect him and expose the truth, she dives into the darkness with him, defying her family, her future, and every rule she's lived by. The deeper they go, the more they realize-they're being played. Faris is the perfect scapegoat, and someone, somewhere, is pulling the strings. A ruthless, brilliant kingpin stays hidden behind a mask, always one move ahead, turning every clue against them, every truth into a trap. Faris and Malak become partners in a high-stakes game of wits-outthinking a mastermind while their hearts fall recklessly into each other. But they're not the only ones watching. An anonymous school journalist, writing under the name "Echo", begins publishing haunting articles that expose dangerous secrets no one else dares to touch. Friend or foe, Echo's words push them further into the fire. As lies turn lethal and love becomes their only anchor, Faris and Malak must risk everything-not just to uncover the kingpin's identity, but to save each other. In a world where every truth is a weapon and every kiss could be the last, can love survive the games people play?

Patria, the mountainkingdom that is squeezed between two enormous empires, gains a new king after the passing of the old one. No longer should strength or masses rule the country; there is need for a new ideal, an ideal of beauty that will lead to unity. He decides to get a new boy, carrying the image of beauty, to join the highest council of his mighty country. Passionate about making the king proud and spreading beauty over the people, Crazapor faces challenges, illusions, ideals, vanity and a growing god-complex. (This story is finished but originally written in Dutch. I am now trying to translate it to english. I apologise for any mistakes in grammar or spelling.)

Jeyrick Monika was once Yun Er, and Yun Er was once Nuri Alphest. But they all were once but a resentful mortal Lita Dan. Gods and Goddesses, Lady Fate, what more play do you wish to seek? In a world of twists and emotions, what could a-once-mortal, now immortal, do to fight against the puppet strings of what's written in the Heaven's Sacred Scroll? »»» Available in both Wattpad and AO3.

I'm better than that. "I'm better than that," I said. She smiled softly. "No. You aren't." "You don't understand-" "If I don't understand, why am I in your bed?"

A compilation of short stories, scripts, and poetry inspired by my dream journal. Stories are unrelated unless they share the same leading title.

Issac is a stay at home nft seller, he identifies with the joker and believes to have the wits of light Yagami. however, his life of basement-dwelling and dogecoin selling is finally over when dayisy stumbles into him. will Issac confront his mommy issues? will dayisy stop doxxing people online? read on to find out

A woman, named Seph departed from her reality finds an unspoken gift within her miserable life. The gift is to heal to which she thinks she may be a goddess, spiraling down, she loses touch as she realizes what she heals, dies in the most painful way. The grim reaper is introduced to help her escape from the torture she's brought upon herself, when she finds out she might feel something for them. Grimm feels something they haven't felt in over a lifetime.

Humanities Destruction was evident, we all knew that much, but what happens when a man that claims to be from the future sweeps in and calls himself god?

Seven strangers wake up in a white room with one rule: choose who dies, or you all do. The voice calling itself "God" knows their sins-and it's playing a game they can't win. I'm Eden, the liar who started it all. I thought I could outsmart the others, but when the walls bleed secrets and the dead start whispering back, I realize God isn't the only monster here. We are.

Gods were never meant to feel.

It is when a man realizes the power of a sticker

Elias Ward was a scientist obsessed with one thing: Creation. Hidden beneath his lab was a secret project, his attempt to craft life from nothing. When his experiment succeeded, he didn't stop. He improved it. He perfected it. He played god. Years later, the children born from his "donations" are scattered across the world. They don't know him. They don't know each other. But they share one thing, a hexagon iris, and a strange unexplainable trait that defies logic. Elias spent his life tracking them down, bringing them together... to him. Because creation always demands reckoning.

Branden knows how to read people. At least, he thinks he does. Demir knows how to avoid his problems. At least, he thinks he does. Caught somewhere between friendship, resentment, attraction, and self-destruction, both of them are trying to run away from the one thing that they hate and fear the most: Themselves.

y/n falls in love with me who has a god complex 😈