My Basement Door Leads to a Fallen Kingdom And I Become The Gate Witch

Depth-Dwellers are long extinct. All except for a single one.. Waking up after being dragged by the pressuring tides, Cetas finds himself in the middle of an unfamiliar ship, greeted by a distinct group of pirates. Without any knowledge about humanity at all, he traverses the seas with the unknown band of pirates and learns about their culture and speech. In a world where 'Zeal' serves an essence for humanity's power, Cetas must learn to ascend the ranks to protect those that he cherishes. For when the mysteries beyond the fog arises, the Dreadspawns begin to wreak havoc, and the Leviathans rise up into the world.. 'Would Cetas become a 'human' worthy of saving those that he loves?'

Ah! Reincarnation! A second chance at life, it's a perfect opportunity isn't it? Wrong Between a disability that makes him so weak that his parents want to abandon him in the street, a war building up, and not even knowing which world he's in, Jeremy would say you're wrong. Reincarnating is an horrible experience. And he STILL doesn't know in which world he's in! _______ Kiiiind of slow burn, of course in the world of naruto but the protagonist will take some time to figure that out. Pretty dark too. Doing this story to train my writing. _____ Also on royal road

In a world where the sky is fracturing and a floating city loom above the ruins, something ancient has begun to stir. No one knows why reality is breaking. No one knows what watches from above. Three lives become one story—bound by something deeper than fate. They begin as survivors, but the world does not need survivors. It needs something more… and something worse. As hidden powers awaken and truths buried in time resurface, their paths begin to split: One will rise as a monarch. One will become a murderer. One will fall into madness… and carve his name into history. Because in this world— Power is never given. It is taken. And karma always takes something back. Three heads. Three paths. One inevitable end.

What does daily life look like when you're building a home in hell? Chris died the way he lived—unremarkably. A burnout, a college dropout, a man who was never enough. When a bored god pulls his soul into another world, Chris expects power, magic, and a destiny worth living for. Instead, he gets seeds. Now he's stranded in the Barrens, a wasteland where empires dump their exiles to die. His only companions: a bag of magical soil, 180 seeds that can grow into any plant he imagines, and an old caretaker who teaches him the rules of survival. No combat skills. No magic. No grand destiny. Just dirt. Seeds. And one more day. But when a dungeon tide threatens the village, the old man makes a final stand—and Chris is left alone with a dying garden, a growing village, and a voice in his head that whispers he could be so much more. Now exiles find his gate. A fallen demon general offers his sword. An imperial assassin seeks a place to heal. And spies from the great empires watch to see if this gardener will bloom—or become something they fear. In the Barrens, daily life is survival. But Chris is learning to grow something worth surviving for. Seeds of Supremacy is a slow-burn isekai about building a home, carrying the weight of those you've lost, and choosing who you want to become when the world expects you to be a monster. Updates regularly. Plant system. Village building. No harem. No overpowered MC. Just a gardener with seeds and a dream.

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

You open your eyes… and you are no one. A deteriorated ceiling, light filtering through cracks, pain in every part of your body and a reflection that doesn’t quite fit: a face that should be yours, but doesn’t feel like it. You can think, understand, speak… but not remember. Not your name. Not where you come from. Not who you are. You are not alone. There is someone else, just as lost, far too similar. And then, the doubt ends. Violence arrives, impossible creatures and blood is spilled before you can even understand why. And in the midst of chaos, between inexplicable attacks and memories that return in fragments, a truth emerges that doesn’t quite fit, but that cannot be ignored; Maybe you do have a name. Maybe you are not alone by chance. Maybe that other… is not just a stranger.

What happens when an ordinary Hungarian guy from Upper Hungary is reborn into a dark fantasy world inspired by the medieval Kingdom of Hungary? Will he become a hero? A legend? Save the world? No. There are no overpowered abilities here. No endless power. And nobody is waiting for a chosen one. But when wars, old secrets, and dangerous encounters begin to pull him deeper into this world, he will have to answer one question: How do you remain human in a world slowly being swallowed by darkness? And one more thing. Harem? Leave that to the sultans. We Hungarians believe in true love. A Central European dark fantasy isekai filled with romance, intrigue, adventure, and a different take on the genre. My book will also be available on Royal Road.

A mature CEO of a successful clothing company develops a crush on his new secretary, a girl more than twenty years younger than him. After carefully navigating his feelings and the professional boundaries between him and his secretary, he discovers that the crush is not as one way as he initially thought. Can a secret crush that turns into a passionate affair develop more? Could these two people, despite the difference in their age and social position, create a lasting, loving relationship? I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

For the last ten years, Zack Riley– the delinquent, school bully– had been mercilessly teasing Anna Reece– the sweet, nerdy girl everyone liked. But one day that all changed… Due to jealous possession, Zack confessed the feeling he had been hiding since they were children. Can this misled boy work through his own psychological trauma and be boyfriend material? Can Anna work through her trust issues and look past her past with deceitful boys, to accept Zack’s feelings? Yes, and yes, in fact, these two unexpected characters, manage to build a bond stronger that most bonds. They share a connection so deep, some might say that it is fate.

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.