First Novel Of The World Novels & Stories

⸻ 🌙 Azrael The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its pages turned wildly. Thousands of years of history flashed across them. Ancient kingdoms. Dead civilizations. Lost worlds. 🌙 Then one page stopped. A page no one had ever seen before. ⚡ At the top was written: AZRAEL Beneath it: First Creation. First Betrayal. First Prisoner. 💀 The city fell silent. Even the wind stopped. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Beginning

Third Person's POV The Astral Planet is a world where monsters roam freely. A place where they throw the worst of the worse. A complete opposite of the Celestial Planet, which can be described as an ethereal or sacred world. Within its dangerous and toxic territory, there stands its only Kingdom. Where even the meanest monster strays away from this place, making it a safe zone to live. They aren't avoiding it because of the strong energy emitting from the land but rather they are afraid of its ruler, the Dark Queen.

said the old man. I caught my gasping breath and answered in a halting voice. “I-I am so tired! Why am I here? I didn't even do anything wrong. I really am trapped in a strange world! Aaaaaa ...... why is my fate so unlucky? First I entered the world of novels and now in heaven. What is this? What a world! Who created this world? " I said with panic. When An is in panic, a novelist appears nearby. The author says, "You created this world yourself, you created this novel. Aduh, why do I have such a stupid character?

This book is my debut novel [ shrieks in incredulity @_@ ]. I can’t even believe that I have finished it. I originally tended this book to be a stand-alone. But, I become indulged on the own world that I created that I decided to expand it >_< .

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.

The first page, turned. I slept beneath a crown that did not sit on my head. And the world burned then learned to breathe.

Genuinely. This is my first book. My first story. My first time putting something out there that came from my head and my heart, and honestly? That's terrifying. It's like showing someone your diary, except you've decorated it with dragons and heartbreak and inside jokes that only make sense to you. There are going to be typos. There are going to be plot holes big enough to drive a truck through. There might be sentences that make zero sense on the first read, and characters who change personalities mid-chapter because I hadn't figured them out yet. And you know what? That's okay. Every writer starts somewhere. Every story begins as a messy, chaotic first draft that only its creator truly lo

Chapter 14 After the capture of Jupiter Levi decided to take king Oranus, with some of his officials and their families to earth for them to stay awhile so as to escape zeno Levi:(arrives earth and takes king Oranus with his officials and their families to see Minos)this way your majesty (as he leads to meet Minos) King Oranus:where are we going to Levi? Levi:we are going to meet Minos he will be to help us regain Jupiter

For the first time— the True King looked serious. Actually serious. Then the red sky split open. A gigantic portal appeared. Larger than any before. Larger than the Citadel itself. Then something emerged. Not a monster. Not a Devourer. A person. A giant. Thousands of feet tall. Covered in crimson armor. Eyes burning like stars. Then Henry whispered: "No." Pause. Then: "That's a First One." The world stopped. Immediately. Because until now— they had only heard stories.

I don't think that it can get any worse than that. But I am suffering from the worst case of writer's block, and I need a new story. The loud hum coming from the outdated laptop upsets me. It takes more than six minutes to load anything on this piece of scrap. But my blind excitement for my first book made it seem worth it. I was wrong. I wanted this book to stand out. In my mind, it was a groundbreaking novel that will start a new genre. It involves two people from two different religions falling in love. Instead, it came out as this lame, generic nonsense.