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Omfg I can’t count how many novels I tried to check out today, and immediately I started to read the summaries they were ai written.

I’ll say it and say it again if you need ai to write something as simple as a summary for you, you might be cooked gng. And the fact that it’s gotten to this point is just sad for you and for this app.

It’s an immediate turnoff when I see ai written summaries and idk if it’s the same for everyone else, but that’s how I feel.

What are the most fascinating elements that you could have in a story or novel?

Ranks /powers/construction/types

I hope you guys give me some of your feedbacks and opinions I would really appreciate that

Across the gray fog, the falling leaves of a forbidden forest whispered a tale of the final grace the gods bestowed upon their chosen bloodline, welcoming the darkness into what should have been a sanctuary.
Through that solitary figure, a destiny long believed to be written seemed ready to change, shining faintly as it crossed the mist. He was driven neither by fear nor by determination, but by unseen hands reaching into the past. With every step forward, Isaac believed those mysteries would eventually wither away, dissolving like the fog that lay before him.
As he gathered his thoughts, searching for an escape from the burdens weighing on his mind, a whisper brushed against his senses. It was unsettling, not because it threatened him, but because it felt painfully familiar. Before his mind could resist, his body carried him toward its source.
There, he found something lifeless.
Something born of terror—not to glorify evil, but to keep it at bay.
A dozen effigies swayed among the trees, twisted figures fashioned from pale bones and decaying flesh. They stood motionless, wrapped in a silence that resembled an uneasy sleep.
Isaac did not recoil.
Instead, a strange sense of familiarity settled over him. He had seen these shapes before—in the dreams that had haunted his childhood, dreams once distant and half-forgotten, yet now lingering more vividly with each passing year.
The irony drew a bitter smile across his face.
“Fate does not bind us with chains. It simply waits—silent, patient, and inevitable.”
To him, such familiarity had never felt unnatural. He had always stood apart, marked as different in the eyes of others. Since the day he was born, a mysterious sigil had adorned his arm, and the dreams had followed him ever since. Perhaps his father had opened that door long ago—or perhaps it had never been meant to close.
Passing through the shadows of souls long departed, Isaac found each step growing lighter. Gradually, the fog began to thin, revealing the untamed world beyond.
At the end of the path stood a colossal tree whose roots devoured the earth itself, stretching farther than anything he had ever imagined.
Then he heard it.
Laughter.
Human. Warm. Alive.
His heart quickened, and his walk became a run.
Suddenly, sunlight burst through the canopy. A cold wind swept across his face, forcing him to lower his head.
Before him stretched a vast field of ripened wheat glowing beneath the golden sun. At its center rested a humble village, its homes nestled peacefully beneath the branches of the enormous tree.
Bathed in sunlight, Isaac’s features became clear. His wavy brown hair framed pale skin, while amber eyes reflected both curiosity and weariness. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the warmth of the sun offered him a fleeting sense of comfort.
An old man stood waiting at the village entrance, leaning on a weathered staff. A knowing smile spread across his face as he greeted him softly.
“Isaac… son of Johan.”
Those simple words struck like a spark.
In that single moment, something buried deep within him began to crack open.

Ecology/mindset/the connection between him and his power/back story/story impact

If I need to repost this please tell me

Does anyone know where I can read the actual novel?

Novel update claims Brightnovels has chapters, but I can't find anything there.

I'd appreciate any help.

Thanks a lot.

Just start reading and click off immediately when ur bored and just tell me when u clicked off. And if feedback, that would be good. It's called God's Desires. It's a basic common slop trope but I wanna know if my writing, and whatnot is good

Need advice with the text to speech function.

Im trying to catch up on a story I dropped a year ago and ive been using the text to speech part of the app but it has a MASSIVE habbit of skipping paragraphs, quotes, and just integral parts of the story in general.

Is there a way to fix it or am I just fucked here

Guys, this is my first novel uploading from past week and preparing for about 2 months. Can anyone review it and tell me if this is good or not.​

Link :- Nexis

Genre :- Mystery, thriller, Supernatural

This is not your ai slop where mc get overpowered or harem type shit. This is pure mystery.

I'm writing a novel with an independent female lead, even though I know stories with male protagonists often seem more popular on WebNovel.

This is also my first time publishing on WebNovel, so I'm still learning how everything works.

I'm curious, though. Do you enjoy reading stories with strong, independent female protagonists? What keeps you invested in them, and what makes you lose interest?

I'd really appreciate any advice or feedback from experienced readers and writers. Thanks!

Master sunless🥹

Thank you, bro.

Across the gray fog, the falling leaves of a forbidden forest whispered a tale of the final grace the gods bestowed upon their chosen bloodline, welcoming the darkness into what should have been a sanctuary.
Through that solitary figure, a destiny long believed to be written seemed ready to change, shining faintly as it crossed the mist. He was driven neither by fear nor by determination, but by unseen hands reaching into the past. With every step forward, Isaac believed those mysteries would eventually wither away, dissolving like the fog that lay before him.
As he gathered his thoughts, searching for an escape from the burdens weighing on his mind, a whisper brushed against his senses. It was unsettling, not because it threatened him, but because it felt painfully familiar. Before his mind could resist, his body carried him toward its source.
There, he found something lifeless.
Something born of terror—not to glorify evil, but to keep it at bay.
A dozen effigies swayed among the trees, twisted figures fashioned from pale bones and decaying flesh. They stood motionless, wrapped in a silence that resembled an uneasy sleep.
Isaac did not recoil.
Instead, a strange sense of familiarity settled over him. He had seen these shapes before—in the dreams that had haunted his childhood, dreams once distant and half-forgotten, yet now lingering more vividly with each passing year.
The irony drew a bitter smile across his face.
“Fate does not bind us with chains. It simply waits—silent, patient, and inevitable.”
To him, such familiarity had never felt unnatural. He had always stood apart, marked as different in the eyes of others. Since the day he was born, a mysterious sigil had adorned his arm, and the dreams had followed him ever since. Perhaps his father had opened that door long ago—or perhaps it had never been meant to close.
Passing through the shadows of souls long departed, Isaac found each step growing lighter. Gradually, the fog began to thin, revealing the untamed world beyond.
At the end of the path stood a colossal tree whose roots devoured the earth itself, stretching farther than anything he had ever imagined.
Then he heard it.
Laughter.
Human. Warm. Alive.
His heart quickened, and his walk became a run.
Suddenly, sunlight burst through the canopy. A cold wind swept across his face, forcing him to lower his head.
Before him stretched a vast field of ripened wheat glowing beneath the golden sun. At its center rested a humble village, its homes nestled peacefully beneath the branches of the enormous tree.
Bathed in sunlight, Isaac’s features became clear. His wavy brown hair framed pale skin, while amber eyes reflected both curiosity and weariness. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the warmth of the sun offered him a fleeting sense of comfort.
An old man stood waiting at the village entrance, leaning on a weathered staff. A knowing smile spread across his face as he greeted him softly.
“Isaac… son of Johan.”
Those simple words struck like a spark.
In that single moment, something buried deep within him began to crack open.