Greek Litrpg

I set keystones for a living. That was the job. Four years under Dren. A room above the mortar shed. A pint of ale every night at the tavern, poured before I asked by a barmaid named Daisy who noticed when I skipped meals. A small life. Solid, the way a good arch is solid. Then I walked the forest path home one night and a goddess stepped out of the air. Priala of the Tenth, bound into a barmaid’s body when her Temple was sealed shut. Waiting for me to be named. She named me her Devotant. That means: Ten temples. Ten Trials. Ten Blessings to absorb. A mortal champion to lift a seal ...

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 ...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 ...

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....

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 ...

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...

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.

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.

I left the Shadow Plane with six Blessings. The seventh pulls outward, and Priala warned me: some invitations are impossible to refuse. Daisy walked us seven days west through hill country and lowland farmland to a walled market town she had sung in two lifetimes ago. Harrowgate. A stone amphitheater called the Round, sunk into the earth and open to the sky, with a transfer circle she had carved into the floor beneath the stage. The Song Plane on the other side of it. Perpetual late-afternoon gold. Open valleys held in amber-gold stone ridges that curved like natural amphitheaters along the...

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 ...

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 ...

I left the Oracle Plane with nine Blessings. The tenth pull doesn’t point anywhere. It settles. The only word for it is home. Daisy walked us two weeks west to Ashenmere, a small ancient village in a green river valley far older than the roads. Fewer than a dozen rough fieldstone buildings still standing. One small room at the village’s western edge, where she carved the first transfer circle she ever cut in mortal hands four hundred years ago. The Tenth Plane on the other side of it: Priala’s sealed Temple, held by the Asuric for four centuries since the Sundering. Shira walks point....

I left the Harvest Plane with five Blessings. The sixth pulls inward… and Priala warned me the Shadow shows what is hidden. Daisy walked us six days east through hill country to a ruined village she lived in three lifetimes ago. Thornfeld. A dry stone well, a transfer circle she carved by candlelight before a plague emptied the place, and a Shadow Plane on the other side of it. Perpetual gloaming. Trees of silver bark and dark leaves. Pools that reflected hidden things instead of what stood above them. A Temple built into the trunk of a tree wider than anything I’d seen on six planes. ...

I left the Storm Plane with three Blessings. The fourth will be the furthest anyone has gone. Daisy carved us into a mine shaft beneath a granite ridge called Ironheath. The Forge Plane. Deep heat, ringing iron underfoot, and a Temple in crisis. Sacred instruments showing fracture lines. Corruption climbing from somewhere deep below. The high priestess watched me with the patience of a woman who’d been waiting for someone to walk through that door for centuries. Shira’s Flame ran near full strength in the forge heat. Maren found her water in mineral channels. Aera pushed her storm-...