Worldbuilding Stories

The cast of rwby reacts to an alternate version of their world but a lot more complex then theirs ever was and will be.

I feel like Nikke is a slightly misunderstood game. If you can convince someone to look past the obvious, you can discover a great game to play anywhere. Mostly in private. So I want to honor that love from into my very first story here on Wattpad! I see very few stories about Nikke, so I will join them. Whether I am somehow popular from this or no one cares about it, I will do this to respect one of my favorite games. I would like to note before hand that this story is inspired by Attackingoreos and 0SRatz. These two have made some great stories about Nikke and if you just want to read more Nikke content, please check them out and support them! I will always love their stories, but I will try not to do exactly what they do. That is not how you become a better writer! I feel like if you are here, you know at least a little about Nikke, so I won't waste your time here. Let's just jump into the story!

Alexandra Grimmhaven doesn't believe in redemption arcs-especially not her own. When a mysterious System notification declares her the villainess of an online novel with four hundred thousand readers, Alexandra does what any reasonable person would do: she presses "no" and returns to her painting. She's a prodigy at Osthalven University, heir to a powerful magical family, and uninterested in playing the role fate has assigned her. There's only one problem: she has no magic. The story demands she despise gentle Lady Sera Drussier and face social ruination at the Autumn Gala. But Alexandra refuses to perform assigned cruelty, choosing precise observation over prescribed hatred. Through unexpected correspondence with Lord Ilyas Velnik and her own stubborn exactness, she discovers that the System's narrative cannot account for choice. This is a story about a woman who paints because she cannot conjure-and refuses to be anything other than herself.

It's terrifying. Waking up on a unfamiliar surrounding and realize along the way that I was reincarnated. Was I given a second chance of life? I couldn't help myself think why was I reborn. I died. I died, okay? Why need to bring me back alive? If I were to reincarnated, how I wish I could get a better life this time. But, my situation wasn't. My life turned out to be twisted and complicated. A few minutes of observation I was hit on a huge revelation, ladies and gentlemen. I was reincarnated as a fictional character! What the fvck?! And a villain at that! Hah. I felt like crying. I was reincarnated into a novel I once read in my first lifetime. Because of boredom and curiosity out of blue, I read it and guilty to be said I was hooked up by it. The novel was entitled 'Sovereignty'. And unfortunately, I'm Evyterr Clause Lavinia Glastieve, a villain. Destined to die in the hands of heroes. *** Hello everyone this is my book. My first to be exact. It's a bl novel, so, if you're not a fan. Back off, sweethearts, this is not for you. I was really a huge fan of bl genre. Enjoy guys. May you support and pour your love on my story and my boys!!

Falling head over heels, in an alien jungle... like literally falling. When your knee deep in danger, it's good to find a group of guys with a lot of legs. They're half man, half spider. Can Brooklyn turn a phobia into a fetish? She's got to survive first to find out. A funny, smutty, thrilling adventure.

The Empire is wounded. Its war machine is starving. Its ranks are being bled dry. After the Battle of Yavin, Emperor Palpatine orders an expedition into the Unknown Regions to search for raw materials in order to make up for the loss of the Death Star. When the planet Earth is discovered, the capture of its valuable resources becomes a top priority. The only problem? Earth's people won't go down without a fight. *Star Wars was created by George Lucas and is owned by Disney (not me lol)*

Thrown into a dull world of Cursed Techniques, bound by an inescapable Binding Vow that never lets the drowsiness fade. Born into the equally dull Zenin Clan, Akira Zenin lives a monotonous life, quietly observing a cast of thoroughly uninteresting people. A wave of sleepiness crashes straight into Akira Zenin's mind. "So sleepy." This is a slice-of-life story, focused on the people shaped and affected by the protagonist. If you're worn out from all the fighting and killing out there, this might be worth a try. This is a fan translation of 咒术回战:十影神子没有干劲 by 郁米. Please support the original author if you can.

Gai left his team, for the safety and well-being of his friends in the championship. But not long after that, a mysterious masked figure appeared, known as Ninja K, or now known as Kei. Many fans began to wonder: "Is he actually Gai with a new identity?" But if that's true... How could an international fugitive survive in the world of RMA, a world full of tracking technology, advanced surveillance, and impenetrable security systems? How can he resurface and help his team, without ever being caught? On the run with his brothers-after the events in Tree City-Gai is believed to have met someone from a secret organization: a shadowy group that protects those who live unjustly. A group that operates in silence, infiltrating behind the scenes of power and technology. 🎨 Cover created by: @fyodorovski WITH ACCOUNTS FROM TIKTOK/IG/X All designs and visual concepts for the cover and other elements within the chapter belong to the creator. Thank you for helping to realise the visuals for A Place to Live! 💫 Thanks again to Fyodorovski for the amazing cover design! You can see more of his work on his TikTok 💫. ***This AU fanfic is the author's interpretation of what might happen if Gai joins the secret group to survive in a world filled with mystery.*** {This story is merely an adaptation of organisational "theory" , Please do not assume that what is presented here is canon within the story, and do not assume that the author is spreading slander!} (Main character: Gai - Running Man Animation) [depending on the particular chapter we will practice going to each person's POV for the sake of the story] [And please forgive the breeder if some of the readings seem strange, because the author does not speak English and was forced to use automatic translation] || ⚠️ The first few chapters have a pleasant atmosphere, but the latter chapters, which deal with conflict, are darker, so be careful when reading them ⚠️ ||

In "Rhaenyra The Golden" I promised only one-shots and a break from this fandom, but I am a dirty liar. I swear this happens every single time I start writing House of the Dragon fic. I sit down with one clear idea in mind, fully convinced I know where the story is going, and somehow I end up with two. The same thing happened with "The Rogue Prince Come Again" and "HIMYF - Targaryen Edition", so at this point I really should know better than to fight it. So far, we've wandered through Dorne, Driftmark, the Stepstones, the North, and even Yi Ti. And now-whether I like it or not-we're heading into my least favorite region of all: the Riverlands. I have complaints. Many of them. But the story demanded it, and I've learned that arguing rarely works. This fic is me unapologetically playing cupid, rearranging pieces, and indulging a little too hard in character dynamics. Somewhere along the way, I also circled right back to my Sims tendencies, because apparently I cannot help myself when it comes to orchestrating the chaos that is Westeros. As always, thank you for reading, and for sticking with me as this series continues to grow sideways instead of straight ahead.

In the vast and turbulent world of the DC Universe-where gods walk among mortals and heroes decide the fate of worlds-one man stands apart. Luke Shaw, a billionaire playboy whose charm is rivaled only by his unmatched intellect, has built an empire on innovation and mystery. Yet beneath the glimmer of fame and fortune lies a secret that even the world's greatest detective hasn't uncovered: an otherworldly power rooted in the very essence of his soul. As ancient forces awaken and the balance of the universe begins to tremble, Luke's hidden gift threatens to reshape destiny. Is he humanity's next savior, or the spark of a new god's rise? -----Updated 2 Times a Day-----

A retelling of Record of Ragnarök. The Egyptian God Set requests and gains control of Ragnarök from Zeus to build the roster and give the fights twists to make them more entertaining before Humanity's destruction. Brunhilde retaliates with a new roster and seeks to beat Set at his own game.

18 months after the "White House Incident", Peter Maximoff has a vision of his sister Wanda in need. Who could possible help him, if not his father? Only problem? The man still doesn't know Peter is his son... or that Wanda even exists. Family fic, where they all try to find each other and a mutant community. A story for people that want their Dad to hug them... or want to hug their own kids. Spanning decades. Includes Births, Marriages and Funerals, planned out for about 20 years. Movieverse with lots of comic influences and too much talk about grief.

It felt real. That was what he kept coming back to. The smell of this room felt real. The weight of this body felt real. The sound of that argument outside felt real in the specific, unremarkable way that real things felt. His first life had been nothing but a bitter, endless struggle. He had lost the handful of people he truly cared about and had been completely helpless to stop it. Then, just when he finally gripped a slight sliver of hope to change his fate, it was violently ripped away, ending with him locked inside a forsaken underground archive. For twenty-four years, he did what he could to survive. At first, he had hope, but the darkness faded it. He had a burning thirst for revenge, but the isolation snuffed it out. He had the will to live, but eventually, even that was forgotten in the dust of the old scrolls. He had become an empty vessel simply waiting for death. And then, on his final day, he accidentally came across a dark red book. The impossible conclusion settled over him like heavy snow. He had regressed. At first, the mere thought felt completely ridiculous. But deep down, in some buried corner of his soul, this was the solitary dream he had prayed for during his darkest nights in the archive. As the decades had bled away, he had convinced himself that second chances didn't exist in a world as cruel as the Murim. There were no do-overs for a ruined life. Yet, here he was. He didn't know what god or devil had granted this miracle, but as the heavy, dark presence pulsed faintly in his mind, he knew with absolute certainty that the book was the catalyst. It had sent him back.

With the threat of war on the rise. What shall everyone do? The clans keep adding and the stories keep revealing. The snow kingdom surely should be the safest place and yet the call of the forest keeps calling. Everyone- Cati, Iris, Rosling, Aquatitic, Oranch, Aquath, Mic Mairy, Mikail and more- are now forced to try and find their way throughout this new world that has came from nowhere. New friends and new enemies. The powers of which they've never seen and fairies that seem stranger and stranger. History is never to be trusted. Newcomers either... or anyone else you know for that matter. Arcs or whatever I can remember: • Cati and Iris, long lost siblings who now face a world of uncertainty while trying to figure out what sisterhood truly means. • Rosling is struggling to remember faces of those she knew as she spends more time away from them. Raine will forever be her top priority, even in the twist of Timber's that puts her loyalty to the test. • Mic is forced to return and meet face to face with her own clan. Seeing her sister and all those she wished to never see again. The places she goes and the things she reads causing more than an uproar. • Aquatitic, Oranch, Mairy, Mikail and Aquath are trying to learn more about their own history as serval other fairies of their clan seem to be living on the island as refugees. The wonders that hold in store before anything burns out their curiosity or passion. Not a single one of them could ever expect to see what can be used. • Mais is living the dream... until she isn't. I don't even know what I ended up doing with her but she returned and disappeared. She's got a disappearing act going on. Love you Mais! Sorry for spelling your name wrong so often- don't worry, I'll slander Lily by slamming the Ls she should be served with. There's like that many stories being told at once and the entire plot is lost into a full blown "should I do this?" act of mine. I mean, we explore every kingdom but flower and

Sora does not control time. He understands it. And that alone is enough to change everything.

A darkly atmospheric, Star Wars-inspired tale of red-veiled space witches, ancient corrupting power, and a dangerous, obsessive bond. Vey, priestess and seer of the Order of Atheron, is tormented by visions of a ruthless outworlder warrior who threatens to awaken a forbidden force buried deep within her planet. Captured and held by Kai - the very man from her visions - she finds herself trapped in a brutal game of power and control. As he probes her mind and tightens his grip, Vey must decide how far she is willing to go to protect her people... and whether the connection between them is a curse, a weapon, or something far more dangerous. Intense slow-burn enemies-to-lovers with strong Reylo energy - where the line between hatred and desire is violently blurred. Disclaimers: All story content is 100% original (none generated by AI). AI was used only for grammar/phrasing corrections as a non-native English speaker. Cover images are AI-generated for atmosphere only. Content warnings: A violent death of a child. Intense torture and psychological violation.

In a near-future Washington D.C., the Grid - a semi-sentient AGI wrapped around the planet - monitors all resonance events and supernatural activity. Into this world walks Reynar Edge, a man three years removed from a death he shouldn't have survived, carrying a resonance signature the Grid has no category for. A chance encounter at Club Ruin sets everything in motion. A void-tainted capsule tears a teenager apart from the inside, drawing Reynar out of the shadows - and into the crosshairs of Agent Kira Sullivan of the DPS, the Department of Paranormal Surveillance, a deeply classified USAP. Kira has been watching Reynar. So has someone else: Aviv Hanou, an operative carrying a kill order with his name on it. Both threads circle the same source - Legion. A designer resonance drug unlike anything the Grid has flagged before, not manufactured through traditional means, and moving through D.C.'s underground with purpose. The DPS response is to go deeper. Commander Berrick sanctions the creation of Edge Unit - a USAP within a USAP - built around Reynar, Kira, and a small team of operatives willing to go where the official record can't follow. They trace Legion to Nullphram, a pharmaceutical front using the drug as a delivery system for something far darker. The trail ends at a gala in Leesburg, a voidbeast unleashed in the basement, and a fight that costs everyone something. They win the battle. But the war has barely introduced itself.

In the floating city of Aethelgard, magic is a death sentence-and Princess Elara is a walking execution." Elara Vance is a princess of the clouds, living in a gilded cage of marble and silk. But beneath her royal poise lies a dangerous secret: the Spark, a raw, untamed magic that hums in her blood. In a kingdom where magic is strictly regulated by the cold-hearted Elders, Elara's very existence is a crime. When she is forced into a political marriage with the mysterious Prince Valerius of the Solar Kingdom, Elara discovers that her betrothed has secrets of his own-secrets that involve an ancient, lost artifact known as the Aether Crown. Thrust into a world of courtly intrigue, deadly conspiracies, and a forbidden romance that could burn their kingdoms to the ground, Elara must choose: Will she suppress her power to wear a hollow crown, or will she embrace the monster they fear and ignite a revolution? "A breathtaking blend of slow-burn romance, high-stakes adventure, and a mystery that reaches from the highest peaks to the forgotten world below."

Two worlds once lived in peace. Now, only one may survive. Worsalia - a land of light, dreams, and divine protection. Demunio - a realm of power, darkness, and transformation. When a forbidden bond between two gods breaks the balance, an eternal war begins. As destruction spreads and the line between truth and illusion fades, an ancient prophecy awakens - one that speaks of a power capable of changing the fate of both worlds. But in a war built on secrets... nothing is as it seems.

"A support mage is just a corpse that hasn't stopped breathing yet." Kyrian lived those words once. He felt the cold stone of the dungeon floor and the sting of betrayal as his elite teammates sealed his fate to save themselves. But when the "Personal System" initializes at the moment of his death, Kyrian is pulled back thirty minutes in time-back to the damp tunnel, back to the arrogant leaders, and back to the meager "Common-Tier" skill book they mocked him for owning. This time, Kyrian doesn't pray for a miracle. He creates one. With a single whisper of [Absolute Upgrade], he transforms his trash-tier book into a Divine relic: Heaven's Dominion. In the blink of an eye, the "weakest link" becomes the most dangerous variable in the dungeon. He doesn't just survive the monster that killed him; he turns his executioners into an unstoppable army, then leaves them standing in the dust of their own shock. Walking away from the Academy's "elites" with nothing but his pride and a bag of common scraps, Kyrian begins a silent revolution. Using his daily [Supreme Upgrades], he transfigures dungeon trash into Legendary artifacts and copper into a fortune that could buy the Empire. The Empire treats support mages as disposable fuel for their heroes. Kyrian is about to prove that when you control the logic of the world, you don't just play the game. You redesign it.