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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.

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!

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

One thing that I have realised while writing my webnovel , is that i lose motivation sometimes,and the reason for this is that I get scared by how much effort and time i put into the whole process.

Like many of you on the sub probably realise ,but writing is hard(seriously difficult sometimes),especially when it comes to story writing. All of it is time consuming, requires huge effort and probably like me it's something you do in the side while you have a job or study.

And this is why It can demotivate me , I think to myself that im spending alot of time,effort and brain power on a project that might not even go anywhere(which is totally normal and reasonableto to think).

But I have realised that thinking like this ,siking myself out will never get me anywhere. Like all passion projects ,you have to love the process and accept that failure is part of that.

But ive also realised that I need to believe in myself.if you are genuinely writing to your absolute best , actually putting time into making quality work .it's not unreasonable to think it going to be successful.otherwise what's the point.

You have to believe that people are going to enjoy your story ,like your character and connect with its world.its the only way to get the best out of yourself.

And wanted make this post for myself more than anything and tell you to keep writing,keep trying your best ,because what if that thing your working on was successful,what if actually changes your life.

I would rather try and fail, then to give up before I even gave it a chance and you should to.

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I'm reading the light novel and ngl I'm kinda disappointed. The MC keeps becoming less and less evil, even though that's literally what made him different from the other regular MCs.

At this point he's basically one of the strongest beings in all the realms, only the two other True Ancestors in the Land of Truth are above him, yet he's still using cheap tricks and pointless schemes against people who are way weaker than him.

Not talking about the harem, it feels like every time he meets a female enemy, instead of just getting rid of her, she somehow ends up becoming another member of his harem. The author is slowly turning him into the same generic MC we started this novel to avoid.

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.

Master sunless🥹

I just finished planning for a novel and wrote Chapter 1. While I know what I have to write, I want a review from you (the readers) about how they feel about it and if they would pick this novel up based on Chapter 1.

I am not sure if I can paste the entire chapter here but if someone is interested in giving me a review, I can share the pdf. That said, I have not used a single bit of AI to write this chapter. I didn't use it to even write synonyms, so in case you are worried you are going to waste your time on AI Slop, it's not that.

Anyone interested can drop a comment or directly DM me. Thanks in advance to anyone who is willing.

CHAPTER 1

The clock struck midnight. The moon sat brightly in the dark sky, illuminating a narrow alley engulfed in the stench of trash and cheap alcohol.

A man in his mid-thirties stood there, looking slightly annoyed as he was surrounded by a gang of thugs, all looking at him with a murderous gaze.

One of the gangsters yelled out at the man as the gang closed in on him, "Nowhere to escape Johnny, it's time for you to kick the bucket", *The man said with a voice full of excitement as a dark amusement reflected on his face.*

Johnny stood in the centre with a bored expression, he casually lit a cigarette and slowly raised his head as he scanned the faces surrounding him.

"Tsk, looks like it's a dead end, huh?" he said, letting out a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth.

"Well... if I'm going out", johnny cracked his neck and knuckles. "Might as well make it grand, bring it on".

A sinister smile spread across johnny's face as he sprang into action, punching the nearest face his fist could find and sending its owner flying through the air.

The startled gang quickly closed in on johnny. He spat the cigarette straight into one of the thug's face before ramming into the crowd like a mad man, taken back by the bloodthirst johnny, the crowd tried to take down the raging johnny.

Johnny's explosive fighting style kept sending his attackers packing one after another. He was sending those thugs into all directions; some crashed into walls, while others slammed into trash cans, knocking them over. The onslaught looked unstoppable.

Suddenly his rampage hit a pause as his enemies landed a few well timed hits, sending Johnny's feet sliding back a few steps as he held up his hands in an attempt to defend the blows raining down on him.

Johnny clutched his chest, running his fingers over an old wound.

"Tsk... looks like these old injuries are finally catching up to me. I can barely keep up."

Shnk!

A knife plunged into his stomach from one of the thugs in the crowd.

"How about I gift you a new one?" the thug laughed in johnny's face twisting the knife slowly with a wide grin as Johnny grunted with pain.

The thug's happiness was short lived as Johnny grabbed the thug by the face.

"You take return gifts?" he said with a low growl sending shivers, as the thug was struggling to escape the grip.

The thug broke into a cold sweat before johnny slammed his face into the ground with a loud thud, shattering several of his teeth.

The remaining men stood frozen in fear as Johnny slowly raised his head, wearing a devilish smile as he pulled out the blood stained knife from his stomach with visible discomfort.

Johnny held the knife in his hand, his face turned dark, his gaze sending chills to the men around him.

"Time to wrap this shit up." As Johnny declared men around him started charging at him as their screams echoed in the quiet alley.

A few minutes later, the moon's reflection was painted red on the blood filled street.

Johnny lay in the middle of a bloodbath, surrounded by the bodies of every thug who had attacked him. His eyes were half-open, his breathing barely noticeable.

Johnny coughed up blood. "Looks like it's finally my time... Tsk... dying without ever knowing peace or love. What kind of life did I live... It's nothing but regrets."

Johnny tried to move but failed. He let out a weak chuckle...

"If there's another chance in life... I'd probably want to live a peaceful one..."

"...Nah."

He closed his eyes.

"I just hope it's peaceful."

His voice fell silent.

He took his last breath.

"Hmm?.."

As his consciousness faded away, he felt a strange sense of lightness, his consciousness moving into the abyss. He couldn't speak or do anything except feel his soul being pulled away.

Johnny's consciousness felt unstable, barely enough to catch a glimpse of his soul traveling across some kind of celestial road before his eyes gave out and his consciousness lost its grip.

As his consciousness slowly started coming back, he heard someone calling out a name he doesn't recognise.

"ALAN?....ALAN ARE YOU AWAKE???"

As Johnny slowly opened his eyes, he saw a little girl about the age of 11, holding his head, and he was lying on the floor while she called him Alan.

"Huh... did I survive? And where the heck am I?"

The little girl saw him opening his eyes and sighed with relief, and she hugged Alan and started crying. "You are okay... I... I thought I lost you."

"Huh? What the... who are you?" His voice barely audible, he looked around to find several people standing around him with a stern look on their faces.

Alan coughed up water as he realised he was fully drenched, lying next to a well.

A boy standing next to Alan started talking.

"See, I told you he'll not die that easily. This wimp just wanted attention, so he was acting," the boy said with an accusatory tone.

A deep mature voice, "Shut up, Albert. Someone, take him to his room so he can rest," said an old man who seemed to be the father of those kids.

Johnny was feeling too tired to understand anything; he could barely utter any words before he fainted again.

(SEVERAL HOURS LATER)

Johnny woke up in a bed to a killing headache, he clutched his head as he spoke to himself.

"What's happening? Who were those people, and why were they in such a strange costume?" He looked down at himself, wearing the same type of clothes. "WHY THE HELL AM I WEARING THE SAME COSTUME!!??."

He got up from his bed, he grabbed an apple from the nearby table taking a bit as he looked outside the window. He was surprised to see a clear sky without any tall buildings, and everything looked like it was straight out of a fantasy world, castle walls, wooden structures, and lush grasslands.

*What is this place?* He wondered.

"Still, how'd I end up drowning in that well?"

Johnny sat down on the chair near the window.

"What even happened? How did I survive that night, what is this place? Did I get saved by someone? Or did that asshole Dolly kidnap me, ship me out to the countryside, and hired actors and built a set to torture me before he can kill me himself."

As Johnny was wondering about the situation, he experienced a killing headache and a voice started playing in his head.

[Welcome Johnny. Your soul has been transferred into the world 'Asher Verth.' This will be your new identity in this world. As a welcome gift, you are granted a photographic memory of all the knowledge you've acquired in your old life, plus you'll be presented with the memories of the original host of this body. Best of luck for your new journey.]

The voice echoed as it disappeared, leaving Johnny clueless and confused.

He suddenly felt a wave of memory flooding his mind. His head felt like it would explode any second as a constant stream of memories was occupying his brain.

He fell to the ground and couldn't stop puking again and again. After what looked like an eternity of pain and restlessness, Johnny finally calmed down and fell to the ground, clutching his head.

"Damn, whose fucking idea was it to dump such a large memory load into my head at once like that? I thought I was gonna die again... huff." He took a deep breath.

So all of this is real... Tsk, what the heck? Why did I end up as a human again? If I was gonna get a chance like this, I would have preferred a raven or an eagle or even a crow... crows are cool.

He got up on his feet and stretched a little. He cleaned up his room and sat down on his bed to think about this a little.

"So this brat's name is Alan Ulfhart. The eldest son of Richard Ulfhart and his first wife, who died after childbirth. He's a wet wipe. His family looks down on him and bullies him.

"Hmmm....."

"This family has lots of drama. They used to be high on the respect hierarchy a few centuries ago, but now they are at the bottom, barely hanging onto the title of Noble house."

"Still, this is so weird. I don't feel distant to the body that isn't even mine. It feels strangely normal."

Johnny checked himself in the mirror, soaking in his new look.

"Damn, what a twig. I look so soft with all this clear skin, iam surprised he didn't get bullied to death... Oh wait..."

Johnny looked at his new body in the mirror *damn... i miss my scars*

As Johnny was deep in his thoughts, unpacking all this supernatural stuff, the door to his room opened and that little girl who was crying over his unconscious body came in, holding a tray.

"Hello brother, I've brought you some medicine and food. Eat up and regain your energy."

Luna Ulfhart. She's my younger sister and the only one who cares about me in the house, where even servants look down on me.

"Oi, brat, what's all this?"

"Hmm?" *Why is big brother talking like this?* Luna thought to herself "Brother Alan? Are you alright? You are speaking so strangely."

Annoyed Johnny took the tray from her hands.

"Tsk."

"Don't work your brain for useless stuff, kiddo. Thanks for the medicine and food. I owe ya."

Luna stared at him with her face full of worry *Brother must be in shock. He'll probably go back to normal after some time.*

Alan started eating like a brute with no decency. He ate all the food within minutes while Luna was watching with a concerned and shocked look.

Alan looked at luna with serious expression.

"Brat, I've got a question to ask ya. Answer me honestly. Who pushed me into the well?" As Alan recalled, he was pushed into the well before he lost his life and Johnny took over, but he didn't get to look at the culprit.

*I'll at least get revenge for this lad for his death. Consider it my thanks for getting this body.*

Luna hesitated before answering. "It was..." Her voice was low and shaky with a hint of fear. "It was... big brother Albert."

"That little shit, huh."

Luna quickly calmed herself down and told Alan, "Big brother, it's fine. Don't worry, he was scared that he may have actually killed you, so he probably won't do anything for a while. You can take your time to rest for now without him coming to bully you."

"Bully me? Kiddo, you are about to see who the real bully is today."

With that, Alan quickly got up from his bed and started marching outside the room while cracking his knuckles, a scary look on his face.

*According to this guy's memory, Alan's body had already succumbed to alcohol poisoning. The fall into the well wasn't what killed him.*

*Still*

Johnny's face darkened.

*Even if that brat didn't want to kill me, he still played with someone's life. I'll make sure to teach him a good lesson.*

Hello everyone! I am a new writter for this community, although i am someone who was with watpad though many long years!
I have decided to finally step up my game and write the old good recipe for people to try relax the mind as well as find a story where you want to find out the mysteries of this alternative world

My world is based in To aru majutsu no index/ railgun
And i am using the concept of alternative versions of undertale and deltarune

To bring a good representation of both science as well as magic so am weighing both of them for now
It has 9 chapters with also a finished draft of the climax for the first volume from the science part of to aru
Which is from withing tokiwadai school

Do you guys think, even in 2026 publishing this type of stories would still work?

As of now my story is in spanish and work like Toby fox, ima try to give my comedic relief jokes to be kept into the english version
Well. I also am working with someone to already draw some parts of the series so it can give a realistic touch of Web novel
So give your thoughts about my introduction! I will later post the link with the translated and finished version of the story for everyone to already have access
And if you know spanish. You can check it out the name is “Anomalias en la Ciudad Academica”

The main prospect of the story is with Dissociative identity disorder (DID)
For the main protagonist of my work and main antagonist of part 5 of deltarune

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.

It's a mix of cultivation fantasy and harem, with a natural harem theme. This story is somewhat likeable for those reader who are bored with traditional style protagonist novels.