Greek Litrpg

After quitting her job as a therapist, Tess's life became pretty slow. A tad boring, even. It thus came as no small shock to her when she was chosen by a god. Suddenly thrust into a new world where magic, monsters, and character levels are par for the course, Tess will find that simply surviving can be a challenge. It doesn't help that dark forces are stirring, she's woefully underpowered, and spiders keep trying to claw her face off.

Yesterday Alice of Wonderland (me) came of age. So I’m going on a journey of debauchery and self-exploration. Yes, I’m ready to finally perv out! Also yesterday, Dorothy of Oz was murdered. She had asked me to marry her. I want her back. So I’m traveling to the Greek Myth Realm, so I can bring Dorothy back from Hades. The handsome Mad Hatter is my sidekick. I intend to have lots of fun with him. I don’t like the Goddess of Chastity. She’s a total prude--wears a magic chastity belt. My goal is to um...sample the companionship of copious amounts of men and women. But she wants to ...

It's been centuries since mortals unlocked the secrets of the Fate System and overthrew Mount Olympus. Kairos, a young pirate with the ability to speak with animals, has an ambition: to ascend as the newest deity of a flooded world. But divine power is not given. It is taken. Now Kairos must sail the endless sea, tame fearsome monsters, and conquer new lands. The challenges are many, but he will face them all. For Kairos is a cunning [Rogue] indeed....

The Greek Gods are dead, but their legacy remains. Kairos, pirate lord of Histria, is concerned. A dungeon on his island turns out to be the last entrance to the Underworld, full of wealth and dangers; while beyond the sea the Poison King Mithridates builds up his forces. Enemies old and new prepare for a new war that will determine who shall replace the fallen Olympians. And Kairos is determined to be on the winning side.

Cleaning dead dragon bowels ain't pretty. Ceph, the city's newest Sanitation Officer, is happy to take any job as long as it keeps him far, far away from the god-like Everborn. Too bad nobody told him that one man's trash can be an Everborn's treasure. Ceph's life turns upside-down when he crosses unlikely paths with an Everborn quest. Soon, the immortal Everborn are in relentless pursuit of Ceph and his new companion, the divine daughter Aeri. The next thing he knows, he's stuck with a fanatic cult that insists burning himself alive is the only way to, well, stay alive. Meanwhile, Aeri ...

Danger grows in Myriatos, from without and within. Arche stumbles through his new trade while Lyssa tries to live for both herself and the village. Dissident whispers arise, casting doubts and spreading fears. Monsters are more familiar than expected and the gods are taking direct interest. Mistakes are weighed in blood.

To rise, one must be prepared to fall. Reeling from the gulf between himself and the gods, Arche goes to greater lengths than ever before to close the gap. As time presses against him and more gods stir, he must look to the past in order to face the future. Lyssa struggles to find her place in Myriatos, but as she comes to terms with what it means to be The One Above All, one thing is startlingly certain: the Huntress from Dawnwood is no more. She is who remains.

The Itruschian Empire crushed Alana’s world and her future. Now, the fate of her people rests on her shoulders, and she will not rest until she gets her revenge. The first three books of an epic fantasy adventure inspired by Greek and Roman Mythologies. Formerly on Royal Road. Sword of Ares is a novel based on ancient Greek and Roman mythologies, with compelling characters, nail-biting suspense and secrets going back to the time of Atlantis. Perfect for fans of ancient history and writers like Brandon Sanderson, Robert Jordan and Pedro Urvi. Sword of Ares Alana’s village was ravaged by ...

Faith. Reason. Fire. The legend you know is only half the story. Sir George has killed eighteen dragons. The Church calls him a saint. The people call him a hero. But George has begun to wonder if killing is all God wants from him. When a scholar named Elenora refuses to flee a dragon attack—choosing instead to study the dying beast—George's certainties begin to crumble. She sees what he has never thought to ask: these creatures are not demons. They are animals, ancient and magnificent, following patterns that can be understood. Together, they forge an unlikely partnership. The sword ...

After the public execution of a high level corporate executive Persephone has fallen far from the privileged life she once led. Nothing gets the attention of monsters like killing one and instead of sending assassins they come with an opportunity, eager to exploit her notoriety and fame. It is a chance to ascend to all new heights. This novel contains a mix of brutal real world violence as well as scenes in the Network that make use of rules and mechanics often found in games.

The scourge of monsters upon Terra Everna has doubled. Alec Damian and the Monsterbanes confront a dire threat as the Breeder unleashes horrors across the Parthenia Kingdom, spawned partly from the fabled Nectar of Phanes. The Summoner seeks this nectar, one of three keys to his dark design. With time slipping away, the Monsterbanes must outpace the Summoner to seize the Nectar from the Breeder's grasp atop Mount Olympus. This perilous race will determine the fate of Terra Everna, a contest that only gods—or perhaps heroes like Hercules—can win. We are the Monsterbanes. Everna Saga: ...

I left the Flame Plane with new scars… and a Blessing in my chest. Daisy stepped us through to a basalt platform above an ocean without shores. The Tide Plane. My Flame dimmed to a coal the moment the cold hit. The destroyed outpost ahead said the Asuric had been here first. Shira’s Flame blood ran half speed. My ribs were still stitched. My forearm burn was still healing. And somewhere in the reef below, Maren, the Tide Temple’s first priestess, was alone, hunted, and running out of time. I’m a stonemason. My Flame instinct is to push. The Tide answers nothing that pushes. To take ...

I left the Tide Plane with two Blessings… and a third pulling like a rope in my chest. Daisy stepped us through to a floating stone platform under an infinite dark sky. The Storm Plane. Lightning walked in slow white bolts. Rain drove sideways. Thunder hit my ribs from inside. And the dead conductors on the eastern perimeter said the Temple had been under siege for four months. Shira’s Flame ran hot in the charged air. Maren tipped her face into the rain and read it the way she read the tide. The first priestess who came to meet me had silver-white hair, cropped close, and lifted ...

Heroes hate him. Villains want to be him. Tired of nice guy heroes? Want to tear the flesh from the bones of your enemies? Plunder their riches and return home to celebrate with your loyal band of warrior women? If that's you, indulge yourself in a guilt-free trip to the dark side. After a great battle, Cain awakens to find himself in a new world, the modern age of man. All traces of his former kingdom are gone. Of his personal guard, only one, the majestic elf-queen Pride, remains. This soft world seems ripe for the taking, and Cain wastes no time in making it his own. But Cain quickly ...

War has come to Kairos' doorstep right as his dynasty seems secure. The Poison Emperor Mithridates has launched his conquest of the Sunsea, sowing death and destruction in his path. The vile Romulus feeds on the chaos in the hope of freeing his dreadful master, the wolf-god Lycaon. As his final battle approaches, Kairos gathers his many allies to face his foes once and for all. Two would-be pantheons will now clash to determine which of them will inherit the Olympians' throne. At the apex of the world, there is only enough space for one.

What would you think if, in your old age, the doctors tell you that you only have a couple years left to live, and even ultra-modern medical technology is powerless to help? Some may spend their remaining years at the bottom of a bottle, others may choose to spend it quietly, with family...But there are also those who are ready to leave everything behind. Volper is one of those who has decided to have one last hurrah and immerse himself in a virtual reality.

I left the Forge Plane with four Blessings. The fifth is the halfway mark… and Priala warned me this plane grows what you carry into it. Daisy walked us four days northwest to a grove of ancient oaks. The Harvest Plane. Open sky, sun-warmed terraces, the heavy scent of pollen, and a seasonal cycle locked in endless spring. Trees splitting open with their own growth. Fields past harvest, drowning in grain. The plane is eating itself. Shira’s Flame found life in every living thing. Maren read sap the way she reads ocean currents. Aera’s Storm rose full-strength under open sky. Dalla ...

Lust frozen and hidden in chastity's belt, Until puberty sparks and lust’s touch is felt, And perversion doth flame, and chastity, melt. --Goddess Alice of Wonderland Yesterday I (Alice) came of age. So I’m going on a journey of debauchery and self-exploration. Yes, I’m ready to finally perv out! Also yesterday, Dorothy of Oz was murdered. She had asked me to marry her. I want her back. So I’m traveling to the Greek Myth Realm, so I can bring Dorothy back from Hades. The handsome Mad Hatter is my sidekick. I intend to have lots of fun with him. I don’t like the Goddess of Chastity...

I left the Bone Plane with eight Blessings. The ninth pulls forward, and Priala warned me the Oracle does not answer. It questions. Daisy walked us four days west-northwest from Barrowmere into the foothills, to a hilltop scriptorium town she had served as a copyist three lifetimes ago. Veilcross. Stone buildings with tall narrow windows clustered around a central square. The reading hall on the hilltop. The cellar vault beneath, where a transfer circle of woven lines sat carved into the foundation stone. The Oracle Plane on the other side of it: a vast translucent stone plateau under a sky...

I left the Song Plane with seven Blessings. The eighth pulls me downward… and Priala warned me the Bone’s memories carry the weight of the living. Daisy walked us four days west through frozen lowland and upland moor to a small village she had tended three lifetimes ago. Barrowmere. Two dozen stone houses huddled among a field of ancient mounds. Standing memorial stones bearing names worn nearly smooth by centuries of weather. The transfer circle carved into the floor of the oldest. The Bone Plane on the other side of it: a gray stone plateau under perpetual overcast. Lichen growing in ...