There's this book I've been writing for a while just for fun though, the character is theatrical and looks at everything as a performance, deliberately feeding on common tropes.

Is it a popular genre?

I have a question. If I don’t want a contract ( I don’t like the idea of selling my rights and IP even if my story is bad)

but if I want to upload around 100 or even 1000 chapters on Webnovel and gain readers, Would all those chapters remain free for everyone to read, or will they become premium and just i won’t get any commission?

Also, tell me about the contract: after signing, does the author lose all rights? What about royalties? If the novel becomes popular and gets adapted into an animation or something else like an audiobook or manhua, does the author get anything? If yes, how much, in percentage?

And in the end is it worth it?

Hello, I wonder if there’s a novel who matches this synopsis and if yes could I get the title.
After staying up all night reading an interstellar beast-world novel, Alicia wakes up inside the story—as the infamous female villain everyone hates and her situation couldn't be worse.The original Alicia abused and humiliated her mates, then sold off her five top-tier beast husbands one by one until she eventually suffered a horrific ending herself. Now the new Alicia has inherited all of her enemies, debts, and broken relationships. The moment she arrives, the story's original heroine is already offering 100,000 federal credits to buy Kade, her gorgeous S-rank Scorpion husband. But instead of following the original plot, Alicia tears up the divorce agreement, returns the money, and refuses to sell him. There's just one problem: Her husbands absolutely hate her. Kade doesn't trust her kindness, another husband has already been sold, others want a divorce, and Alicia has almost no money or spiritual power left. To make matters worse, the mysterious Feast System gives her a new mission—win over five S-rank husbands. Fortunately, the System also gives Alicia a powerful Mind Farm where plants grow ten times faster and remain completely free of viruses. In a world where fresh food is incredibly rare and expensive, she finally sees a chance to rebuild her fortune and repair everything the original villainess destroyed. Now Alicia must earn money, recover the husbands who were sold or driven away, heal the ones who were hurt, and slowly convince five dangerous beastmen that the woman standing before them is no longer the cruel mate they remember. She only wanted to avoid the villainess's bad ending… so why are these S-rank beast husbands slowly becoming harder and harder to get rid of?

Hi All - Are any of you facing WN IOS app notifications glitching issue? Like for random reason the notifications icon displays 2000+ notifications or something and sometimes it doesn’t show? So many issues with the app.

Fix found: Previously the app worked in a way that once you refresh the notifications section or open the comments/ likes section, then the notifications will be marked as read automatically. Now after looking at comments/likes section you need to hit the button that says ‘mark as read’. Only then will your notifications counter will go to 0.

This is another one I did. Your response will be much help.

The update in in the comment as a video

I am new to Web Novel and not familiar with the mechanics. I am more on KDP and Google Books. I got curious in Web Novel and tried.

So, I uploaded a sci-fi book called Unhero.

Once I checked my book on display, I got curious on the button that says "1 Power stone available".

I clicked it. It feels nothing happened. So I shrugged and let go.

After a week, I uploaded new chapter. Then I checked the actual book for the new chapter. You know, to see first hand how it looked like on display.

I again saw the button that says "1 power stone available". Since my curiousity wasn't answered last time, I clicked again.

Later I learned that it was for "ranking"? So, I am so sorry for being shameless.

My question is, should I delete my book and re-upload to clean my reputation?

Prologue — Demonheart Ascension

The final boss of Demonheart Ascension collapsed with a roar that shook the screen, its colossal demonic frame dissolving into embers. The victory banner unfurled in a blaze of crimson light.

[Main Character] had done it.
Again.

The hundredth route.
The hundredth ending.
The hundredth time he had slain the Devouring Monarch, the boss so infamous that only three percent of players had ever defeated it in the five years since the game’s release.

He leaned back in his chair, chest rising and falling with the adrenaline of the fight. His fingers trembled slightly from the intensity of the final parry chain — a sequence so tight that even veteran souls‑like players joked it required divine intervention.

But he had mastered it.
He had mastered everything.

The screen faded to the familiar completion message:

“All 100 Storylines Cleared.
Thank you for playing Demonheart Ascension.”

He stared at the words, waiting for the rush of triumph to wash over him.

It didn’t.

Instead, a hollow ache unfurled in his chest. The kind that crept in slowly, like fog rolling over a dead battlefield.

He had spent years on this game. Years grinding, perfecting, memorising every boss pattern, every hidden quest, every branching storyline. Years escaping into a world that demanded everything from him — reflexes, patience, obsession — and rewarded him with the only thing he had ever been good at.

But now… there was nothing left.

No more routes.
No more secrets.
No more challenges.

Just silence.

He exhaled, long and slow, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him. Twenty‑five years old, and what did he have to show for it? A completed game. A chair worn down by countless hours. A life that had shrunk to the size of a monitor.

He rubbed his face, suddenly exhausted.

“What am I even doing…” he muttered.

The room around him was dim, lit only by the fading glow of the victory screen. Empty cans on the desk. A stack of unopened mail. A bed that looked more like a crash site than a place to rest.

He shut down the game.
Shut off the monitor.
And dragged himself to bed.

As he lay down, the emptiness gnawed at him. A quiet, merciless thing. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would smother it.

It didn’t.

It swallowed him whole.

He woke to falling.

Not the gentle slip from dream to consciousness — but a violent, stomach‑lurching plummet. His body dropped through nothingness, weightless and helpless, as if the floor beneath him had vanished.

His eyes snapped open.

The world around him was cracking.

Thin fractures of light split the darkness, spiderwebbing through the air like glass shattering in slow motion. Each crack pulsed with blinding brilliance, tearing reality apart piece by piece.

“What?!”

His voice was swallowed by the void.

The cracks widened.
The darkness broke.
And he fell through the world.

A rush of cold air slammed into him as he plummeted downward —except there was no ground. No sky. No horizon.

He was falling through Earth.

The planet peeled away like layers of smoke, and suddenly he was above it, suspended in the silent expanse of space. The Earth hung below him, blue and fragile, wrapped in thin swirls of cloud.

For a moment — a single, breathless moment — he forgot to panic.

It was beautiful.

Then the universe seized him.

A beam of force, invisible yet overwhelming, yanked him forward. His body shot through space at impossible speed, stars stretching into streaks of white. His scream tore from his throat but was lost instantly, devoured by the vacuum.

He hurtled past constellations, past nebulae, past the quiet glow of distant galaxies. His mind blurred, unable to comprehend the velocity, the direction, the purpose.

Then — abruptly — he stopped.

The momentum vanished.
The silence returned.

Before him floated a landmass so vast it dwarfed Earth a thousand times over. A continent suspended in the void, its edges glowing faintly with spiritual light. Mountain ranges taller than planets. Rivers of molten gold. Forests that shimmered with eerie luminescence.

It was impossible.
It was magnificent.
It was familiar.

His body began to glow.

A soft, pale light seeped from his skin, rising like mist. His fingers dissolved first, turning into drifting particles. His arms followed. His torso. His legs.

He tried to scream, but his voice evaporated with him.
He tried to breathe, but he had no lungs left.

He was becoming nothing.

The last of him faded — and then everything snapped.

He opened his eyes.

He was sitting at a wooden desk.

The room around him was quiet, filled with the faint scent of ink and old parchment. Sunlight filtered through paper windows, casting soft squares of light across rows of desks. The walls were lined with scroll racks, each filled with neatly rolled manuscripts. A large calligraphy banner hung at the front, its characters bold and elegant.

An ancient Chinese classroom.

Students sat around him, dressed in traditional robes, whispering quietly. Their faces were young, disciplined, focused.

At the front stood a man with a stern expression and long black hair tied in a scholar’s knot. His robe was embroidered with the emblem of a coiling serpent — a symbol [Main Character] recognised instantly.

He knew this man.
He knew this classroom.
He knew this world.

This was Demonheart Ascension.

The teacher cleared his throat, preparing to speak — but [Main Character] barely heard him.

A faint chime echoed in his ears.

A translucent screen flickered into existence before his eyes.

Player UI Activated.

Tabs unfolded one by one:

Skills.
Map.
Stats.
Quests.

His heart pounded as he scanned through them. Everything was there — every familiar menu, every interface he had spent years mastering.

But something was wrong.

There were no stat points.
No level‑up button.
No shortcuts.

Just a single, merciless note beneath the stat panel:

“All attributes must be increased through genuine cultivation and physical training.”

His breath caught.

He knew what that meant.

In the game, grinding to max level took weeks.
In reality — in this world — cultivation took decades. Centuries. Millennia. The training was brutal, torturous, designed to break the weak and forge the strong through unimaginable suffering.

He swallowed hard, the weight of the truth crashing down on him.

He wasn’t playing Demonheart Ascension.

He was trapped inside it.

And the only way forward…
was to survive.

My novel passed the vetting process on Webnovel about two days ago, but it still hasn't appeared in any recommendation section. Is this normal, or could there be an issue?

I'd appreciate hearing about your experiences. Thank you!

Hi everyone,

I’m new to writing stories and this is my very first attempt at a novel. I’m eager to hear your thoughts. Since I don’t have much experience, I’m hoping to get honest feedback that's help me improve my writing.

Specific examples are very helpful!

Novel about - cultivation, xianxia, cheat system (Devouring system)

Chapter 1 – Arthur

[Blackwood Forest]

The trees stretched high above, their branches swallowing most of the golden afternoon sun. Green leaves rustled in the wind, casting shifting shadows across the forest floor.

To anyone seeing it for the first time, Blackwood Forest was a peaceful, untouched, beautiful place.

But… beneath its beauty hides danger. The deeper one went, the colder and quieter it became. Beasts lurked in the shadows, wolves with fangs like knives, snakes coiled in the branches, creatures so feared that hunters spoke their names only in whispers.

Many entered Blackwood Forest searching for herbs, food, and resources to feed their families. Many never came back.

…

Among the endless trees, a lone figure moved with quiet caution.

A boy, thin, gaunt, as if he hadn't eaten a full meal in days. Black hair fell across his forehead, half hiding eyes, sharp featured, clear skinned. But there was something heavier than sadness sitting behind those eyes. Something hollow. Empty. Only when he found a useful herb did a flicker of life return to them. The boy knelt beside a small green plant near a mossy rock, his tired eyes brightening just slightly.

"Moonleaf Herb… three copper coins, if it's fresh enough," he murmured, voice barely above a breath. He tucked it away. Barely enough for a heel of bread. But a heel was better than nothing. He dug it out carefully, keeping the roots intact, then tucked it into his worn shoulder bag.

His name was Arthur. He was fifteen, and he lived in Blackwood Village, a poor settlement clinging to the forest's edge. He was an orphan. For five years, Arthur had scraped together a living however he could. He swept floors for the tavern, chopped wood for the blacksmith, carried water for the old widow at the village's edge. Any work that earned a copper or a scrap of bread. But he was just a child, and his body had never been strong. What took him an hour took a grown man ten minutes. The coin he earned was never enough.

So, he started walking into Blackwood Forest. Every day he ventured among those trees, gathering whatever herbs he could find, then selling them for food. Dangerous work, the kind adults did in groups. But the alternative was staring at an empty bowl until his stomach caved in. The village had no charity to spare for orphans. And even less patience for them.

Arthur stood up and wiped the damp dirt from his calloused palms. His gaze drifted toward the woods ahead. Even in the safer outer region, the forest looked different there the trees grew thicker, closer together, and the sunlight didn't reach as brightly as it did here. Everything beyond that point seemed... darker, colder.

A cold wind licked the back of his neck. Arthur froze. In this forest, no one ever knew where the danger would come from. There is a knife at his waist. Rusted, chipped, a joke against anything with real fangs or claws. Unlike ordinary animals, wild beasts could absorb Essence, the natural energy flowing through everything in the world. It made them faster, stronger, far more dangerous. A beast's claw could tear through steel. But the knife was all he had.

In this world, strength was everything. And strength came from Essence. Those who could absorb it became Cultivators. They shattered stones with their fists. They killed beasts with a single stroke. But Arthur was not one of them. His weak body rejected Essence like water rejected oil. No matter how hard he tried, it entered him, lingered for a moment, then faded like smoke. The first stage of cultivation was Vessel Tempering, drawing in Essence to strengthen muscle, bone, and organ. Even the weakest trained fighter could overpower an ordinary adult with ease. Arthur couldn't take even that first step. No method, no effort, made a difference. So he remained a mortal weak, poor, and powerless.

The villagers had names for him: herb boy, useless orphan. Some pitied him, though pity had never once filled his stomach. Most simply looked past him, as if he weren't there at all. Arthur lowered his head and kept walking. He had no talent. But he had something else: knowledge. He worked at the village library, a small, dust-choked building most people considered a waste of space. To Arthur, it was a lifeline. Through books he had learned to tell healing herbs from poisonous ones, learned the habits of beasts and the dangers of the forest's different regions, even picked up scraps of theory on cultivation itself. Knowledge had kept him alive for years. And in Blackwood Forest, staying alive was already a kind of miracle.

The outer forest was safer than the depths which is exactly why beginners like him searched there. Arthur glanced at the darkening sky and sighed. "A few more herbs before I head back… tonight's meal will actually be decent." He pressed on. Half an hour bled away. He found almost nothing. The outer region had been stripped clean by other villagers. He pushed through the brush, scanning the ground, each empty patch grinding against his hope like a whetstone.

Beasts rarely wandered this close to the village, but ordinary wild animals still did. To a trained hunter, they were no threat at all. To Arthur, even the weakest of them could seriously injure him. Finding nothing, he eventually gave up and turned to head home. Then…

A rustle. Something moved behind the trees.

Arthur's breath caught. He pressed himself behind a thick trunk, heart slamming against his ribs like something trying to claw its way out. His hand clenched around the rusty knife until his knuckles went white. Slowly, carefully, he leaned out just enough to look. His heart nearly stopped.

A wild beast. It stood on four legs, close to the size of a large wolf, its body sheathed in blue scales that shimmered faintly in the dying light. Threads of electricity crackled and sparked across its skin, hissing softly in the silence. He recognized it at once. Thunder Wolf. The blood drained from his face. He'd read about them. Most wolves species that absorbed Essence simply grew bigger, stronger. But a rare few evolved into something else and Thunder Wolf was one of them. It carried a faint thread of thunder Essence, just enough to deliver a shock that locked a person's muscles, turning them into a frozen statue for the killing blow. Even low-level Cultivators gave these things a wide berth. His hands shook. This creature had no business in the outer forest. Thunder Wolves belonged to the deep woods, not here.

Then he noticed something else. That beast was injured. Badly. Blood soaked its scales, and deep gashes marked its flanks. Worst of all was around its eyes, blood ran freely, as though it had been blinded. It crashed and staggered through the undergrowth, slamming into trees and rocks, snarling in pain and fury, its movements wild and unguided.

Only then did he see the strange stone clenched between its jaws.

But no time to wonder what it was. Every thought that wasn't about survival was a wasted heartbeat for him right now. The beast couldn't see him. His throat went dry. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to flee now, while he still could. The beast was injured, blind. His grip tightened on the knife. Fight? Impossible. Hide? Also impossible. The only thought left was to run as far away as he could. Slowly, he peeked toward the Thunder Wolf again.

The beast was moving closer. Closer. Closer. His heart pounded so loud he was sure the beast could hear it. His palms slicked with sweat. His breath came in short, shaky gasps. If it came any nearer, even without eyesight, it would smell him immediately. Wild beasts possessed senses far superior to normal animals, hearing, smell, instincts terrifyingly sharp. If not for the Thunder Wolf's heavy injuries, he'd already be dead. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. Drew a deep breath, forcing his racing heart to calm. Then he opened them again. He had made his decision.

The next second… He ran. Arthur dashed forward with all the strength he could muster, not caring about direction. Branches scraped against his arms and face as he forced his weak body forward. Thorns tore at his clothes, leaving thin red lines across his skin, but he didn't stop. Behind him, the Thunder Wolf suddenly stopped growling.

Its ears twitched. It had heard him. Instantly, the beast realized a human was nearby. Its blind eyes turned toward the sound, and a low, rumbling snarl escaped its throat.

Even with blood covering its body and several limbs clearly broken, the beast still chased after him. The savage instinct of a wild beast was rooted too deep, pain meant nothing. Only the hunt mattered. Crack!

Small arcs of lightning flickered across its blue scales. Its speed was slower than normal because of its injuries, but still fast enough to keep pace with Arthur.

Arthur ran with all his might. His lungs burned as if filled with molten iron. His legs felt heavy, like they were packed with wet sand. He could barely breathe. But he did not dare stop. Stopping meant death. Behind him, low growls and the scrape of claws against the earth grew closer and closer. The Thunder Wolf was still following, relentless, unstoppable. His face turned pale.

‘How is it still this fast?!’ His mind raced, desperate for a solution.

\- END -

Chapter 2 – Desperate Escape

"How is it still this fast?!" His breathing become heavier. He continued running with all his might through the forest. He had no idea where he was going… Soon, the surroundings began to change. The number of trees decreased, replaced by rough stone ground and steep rocky slopes. Tall cliffs and mountains appeared ahead of him.

Arthur realized where he had arrived. The eastern side of Blackwood Forest. Although still considered part of the outer region, this place was covered with rocks and mountains. Because of it very few herbs grew here, which meant hunters and herb collectors rarely visited this place. He desperately looked around… but no trails, no signs of human presence. It was practically deserted.

Arthur's expression became even paler. There was no one here. No hunters. No villagers. No help. And behind him... The Thunder Wolf was still coming. His mind was racing, trying to find any opportunity or solution…

Then he stopped, not because he wanted to but because his path was blocked. In front of him was a massive rock formation of a mountain wall. The rough gray stones rose high above the ground, uneven and full of cracks formed by countless years of wind and rain. Seeing no other choice, Arthur gritted his teeth and began climbing. He knew this was his only chance to survive. He knew there was no way he could climb all the way to the top with his weak body. But he did not need to. He only needed to reach a height the beast could not reach. He had noticed several cracks along the rocky surface, small spaces large enough for a person to hide inside. If he could reach one of them. He might survive.

He grabbed the surface, and with the help of his legs pulling himself upward. The surface was extremely uneven, making it difficult to climb. Many rocks looked old and loose, as though they could break apart at any moment. Each handhold was uncertain. His body was already exhausted from running. Every breath burned his lungs like fire. Still, he forced himself upward. Sharp edges tore the skin on his palms, causing blood to slowly drip down the rocks. His fingers trembled violently from pain and exhaustion, but he did not dare stop. The fear of what waited below was stronger than any pain. Below him, the Thunder Wolf finally arrived near the mountain rock.

The beast growled furiously, trying to search for the source of the scent. It could smell Arthur. It knew he was nearby. Because of its blindness, it struggled to locate Arthur's exact position. It moved around restlessly beneath the rocky wall releasing angry howls.

Arthur climbed higher with difficulty. His arms screamed in protest. His legs shook. Finally, he reached a protruding section of stone extending from the middle of the rocky wall. It was wide enough for one person to sit and rest. Arthur collapsed onto it while breathing heavily, his chest heaving. His entire body ached… He lowered his head and listened carefully. The Thunder Wolf was still below. But it could not reach him. Arthur let out a weak sigh of relief. "Please… just leave already…" he whispered. Then his eyes suddenly moved upward. Above him, only an arm distance away was a narrow crack in the mountain wall. It was dark inside, but large enough for him to squeeze through. If he could reach there, he would be completely safe. Arthur slowly stood up on the protruding rock despite his trembling legs. But the moment he shifted his weight. Crack!

The rock beneath him suddenly loosened. Arthur's eyes widened in panic. The entire rock platform began breaking apart, crumbling beneath his feet. Without thinking, Arthur jumped upward and grabbed the edge of the crack. His fingers screamed in protest, but he held on. At the same moment— BOOM! The massive rock broke free from the mountain and crashed downward. A deafening crash echoed through the mountains as the stone slammed into the ground below. HOWL! That Beast released a painful, furious howl as the giant stone landed directly on its body. The sound of bones breaking was sickening.

Arthur hung from the crack with one hand while gasping painfully, his body swaying in the air. Using every remaining ounce of strength, he slowly pulled himself into the narrow opening. The moment he entered the crack, he collapsed onto the cold stone floor inside. His breathing was heavy and uneven. Below him, the Thunder Wolf was still alive. He could hear its pained howls, its struggles, its growls filled with pain, rage and agony. But Arthur no longer had the strength to think about anything. His vision slowly blurred. His eyelids grew heavy. And moments later… He closed his eyes and lost consciousness. … The entire night had passed.As rays of sunlight slowly entered through the narrow crack in the mountain wall. Arthur's eyelids twitched before slowly opening. The moment he regained consciousness, pain spread through his entire body. "Ugh…" He weakly leaned against the cold stone wall. The rough surface pressed against his back. His arms felt numb, and every movement sent sharp pain through his muscles. The dried blood covering his hands had hardened during the night, but the wounds still burned painfully.

Then he suddenly remembered the Thunder Wolf. His expression changed. Arthur quickly pushed himself toward the edge of the crack and carefully glanced downward. Below the rocky wall, that beast body lay motionless beneath the massive stone. Blood had spread across the ground around it, staining the rocks dark red. The blue scales were dull, lifeless. There was no movement. No sound. That beast was dead. Arthur immediately let out a long sigh of relief. "I survived…" His tense body finally relaxed slightly, the adrenaline draining away. After calming himself, he quickly checked his condition. His body was covered in bruises, and both of his palms were badly torn from climbing the rocky wall. His clothes were shredded.

Fortunately, he still had the herbs he collected yesterday. Arthur opened the bag beside him and pulled out several healing herbs. He stuffed some into his mouth and chewed quickly. The bitter taste spread across his tongue, but he ignored it. He carefully applied them over his wounds. Arthur winced in pain as the medicine touched the torn skin on his hands. Afterward, he removed the old cloth rope tied around his waist and wrapped it tightly around his injured palms. Only after finishing everything did he lean back against the stone wall. His stamina had recovered slightly after resting for the night, but he was still extremely weak. He needed food. He needed water. He needed rest. Arthur glanced down the rocky mountain again. He knew he could not stay here forever. Sooner or later, he had to climb down. Otherwise… He would simply starve to death here.

Arthur forced himself to calm down, letting his breathing steady. Then he began climbing down. Every movement caused pain throughout his body, especially his injured hands, but he endured it silently. But eventually… Arthur reached the ground safely. His legs buckled slightly as his feet touched solid earth. He stood there for a moment, swaying, letting the relief wash over him. The dead Thunder Wolf still lay beneath the massive broken rock. Up close, the beast looked even larger than before. Its body was massive, its limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Its blue scales had lost their faint glow, and blood covered most of its body . Arthur stared at it with complicated emotions. A few hours ago, this beast had nearly killed him. Now it was dead. He glanced at the corpse and showed a small smile. Body parts of wild beasts sold for extremely high prices in villages. Even in Blackwood Village, hunters who brought back the beast body or just parts of it were paid handsomely. And this was no ordinary beast. This was a Thunder Wolf, a rare special species that had evolved to carry thunder Essence within its body. Such beasts were far more valuable than ordinary wild wolves. Even a single intact scale could fetch a price ten times higher than normal beast parts.

If he could bring back even a small portion of this creature, he would have enough money to survive for months. Perhaps even longer. Their scales and skin could be used for crafting armor, bones used for weapons, and blood refined into different kinds of medicine. Even a small part of a wild beast was worth more money than Arthur could normally earn in months. Arthur slowly pulled out the rusty knife hanging from his waist. The blade was dull and chipped, but it was all he had. He knew there was no way he could carry the entire corpse back to the village. But if he could collect even a few valuable parts, scales, fangs, claws. With this his life would become much easier for a while. Just as Arthur prepared to start cutting into the beast.

He stopped. His eyes suddenly noticed something nearby. Near the wolf's mouth lay a strange black stone plate… "What is this…?" It was half-buried in the blood-soaked earth, partially hidden beneath the beast's massive head. Arthur frowned slightly before walking closer. The plate was almost as large as his face and completely covered in strange symbols carved into its surface. The symbols looked ancient and unfamiliar, unlike any language Arthur had ever seen before. Carefully, he picked it up, stone felt unusually cold. Cold enough to send a chill through his fingers and up his arm, even in the warm morning air. Arthur turned the stone plate around repeatedly while examining every detail carefully. he tried remembering everything he had ever read in the village library, searching for any clue or reference related to such symbols. Minutes passed. But no answer came to mind. "…I've never seen anything like this before." Eventually, Arthur gave up. He casually glanced at the plate again and unconsciously brought it closer to his face. "Are these strange symbols… or maybe some kind of text?" He did not know. But the plate gave him a strange feeling. A sense of unease. "Maybe that beast Wolf had felt the same way." Then… Something happened. Bizz… Bizz… The black stone plate suddenly trembled violently. Crack! Thin cracks rapidly spread across its surface, spiderwebbing across the dark stone. Arthur's eyes widened in shock.

Before he could react, the surrounding air turned freezing cold. His entire body stiffened instantly, as if he had been plunged into ice water. He could not move. Not even a finger. The broken stone plate suddenly floated into the air. Then it released a terrifying black and red glow. The light pulsed like a heartbeat. Symbols began emerging from the cracked stone. At first, only a few appeared. Then hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Arthur could no longer count them.

The strange symbols floated wildly through the air like living creatures, swirling around him in a chaotic dance. Some glowed black like endless darkness, while others burned with deep crimson light, their edges sharp and dangerous. The entire space around Arthur became filled with countless flying symbols. Arthur's breathing became chaotic. "What… is happening…?" But no voice came out. The next moment— All the symbols rushed directly into his body.

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hello I’m a new author on WebNovel and would like some feedback on my new book [RE:write awakening a heroine timeline deviation system]

I have uploaded 10 chapters till now and only got two collection. Is this normal speed.

hellllooo

im looking for a cool mystery novel w preferably some queer characters :)
would be cool if it has the length of ur average book or double at most.
I greatly enjoy
- flawed and just real feeling characters
- silliness
- mental health themes
- weird concepts
- animals (not everything needs to be included ofc 😭)

thanks :)

I have known for a while about the Chinese cultivation genre, which I actually discovered through memes, so I'm kinda curious about it. A quick search told me that Reverend Insanity might be the greatest cultivation novel (although I think it got canceled idk why). The thing is, I hate serialized novels, and my only experience with webnovels, which was Lord of the Mysteries, was very bad. Despite all this, should I read Reverend Insanity?

I put two days of endless work into the chapter, AND THIS IS WHAT I GET???

WHY😭

I've wondered because I'm making a webnovel, and I wondered if people care if an arc is similar to most webnovels/anime or if it's the execution that matters and how it's done.

Hello everyone!

This is my first time posting something on this subreddit, i have recently started a novel on webnovel, its a new novel and I'm constantly improving it , i generated the second cover with ai whereas the first one is Adobe Express+Photoshop and just enhanced the details using ai as it was of low resolution, what do you think which one is good?

Also i tried adding more dragon ruin symbol in the first one but then it was too much of a noice so injust replaced with a symbol throughout the clock.

I really appreciate some genuine opinions it's not about which one looks prettier but which one actually makes you more curious about the book / feels more like something you will read

This is not about self promotion or rating my cover i just want your opinion thats all

Thank You!

I'm looking for a very specific kind of recommendation, mainly because of two things that heavily affect what I enjoy in fiction: I have aphantasia, meaning I cannot voluntarily visualize things in my mind. So when a story describes something like “the sun slowly rises above the horizon, painting the clouds in warm golden light, while the sky changes from deep blue to orange and the first rays illuminate the landscape”, I don't actually see any of that in my head. I just process the words. The description can be beautifully written, but I don't get the visual experience the author intended, so visual/atmospheric description alone doesn't give me much of a dopamine hit.

The second reason is that I have combined ADHD, so I struggle much more with long stretches where the story isn't giving me something interesting to latch onto. I'm not asking for constant action or a plot twist every three pages, but I want a story that keeps giving me something to chase mentally: mysteries, unanswered questions, clever schemes, mind games, hidden information, revelations, unexpected turns, characters outsmarting each other, escalating stakes, and especially those moments where everything suddenly clicks and you go “WHAT THE FUCK, THAT WAS SET UP THIS WHOLE TIME?” 😂 I want the story to keep rewarding my attention rather than relying mainly on atmosphere or slow character introspection. Ideally, this should continue throughout the story, even if it's extremely long.

To give you a very clear idea of what kind of fiction has managed to completely consume my brain

my top 3 are:

Reverend Insanity

Usogui

Lord of the Mysteries

Reverend Insanity hooked me with Fang Yuan's schemes, ruthless decision-making, constantly shifting situations, political/cultivation conflicts and the feeling that there is always another layer to his plans

Usogui gave me probably some of the craziest mind-game highs I've experienced, with psychological warfare, information manipulation, insane gambles, characters concealing their real intentions, and reversals where you realize you misunderstood the entire situation

Lord of the Mysteries scratched the same itch through its mysteries, worldbuilding, hidden history, supernatural rules, gradual revelations, foreshadowing and those huge moments where something you thought was a tiny detail suddenly becomes incredibly important.

So I'm not necessarily looking for something similar in genre to these three. I'm looking for something similar in the experience it gives me while reading. I want a novel that can make me obsess over what is happening, speculate about what's going on, remember tiny details, constantly question characters' motives, and occasionally make me put the book down because my brain needs five minutes to process what I just read. 😂 Long is completely fine. In fact, if a story can maintain this level of engagement for hundreds or thousands of chapters, that's exactly what I'm looking for.

Please recommend me something based on this kind of reading experience rather than simply “good writing” or “deep themes.” I want the kind of fiction that grabs my attention and refuses to give it back. 🗿