Ancientgods Stories

They say some doors only open once. Luna lied to her father about a research trip to the Philippines. She didn't mention the impossible theory her vanished mother left behind. The pot swallowed her whole. Now she's crawling out of it into pre-colonial Madja-as during a pirate raid, where bodies fall like rain and survival isn't a skill you learn in international schools. The pot won't reopen. Her geometric tattoos burn with power she can't control. And somewhere in this brutal, beautiful world, there's a Keeper she's supposed to find. Except the Keeper is dead. Luna has spent her whole life trusting no one, needing no one, surviving alone. But here, blood soaks into communal earth. Here, warriors die with their crew's names on their lips. Here, villages share their last handful of rice. Isolation isn't strength when survival is measured in how many hands pull you back from the edge. It's extinction. The cosmic layers are fracturing. An ancient god is clawing his way back to power. And the prophecy that dragged her through time demands something she's never learned how to give: trust. She crossed time to find her mother. She found a war, a prophecy, and the reason some people never make it home. 🔗https://open.spotify.com/episode/5Q39SmQjhz2NSrzYz8NUya

Fourteen-year-old Robby Schur is a history nerd from Sunstone, Arizona - the kind of kid who knows too much about the past and absolutely nothing about how to be popular. A school archaeology trip to Egypt sounds boring enough... until something goes very wrong. Robby falls straight into the past - into ancient gods, broken timelines, and a disaster that threatens all of human history. Bound to a mysterious golden amulet with a mind of its own, Robby discovers that time itself is cracking - and someone has to stop it. He has no superpowers. No combat skills. Just his brain, his sarcasm, and a very bad sense of timing. To survive, Robby must bargain with gods, outthink enemies, and make choices no fourteen-year-old should ever have to make - because fixing the past may cost him his future.

A collection of Horror Stories

While researching the myths of a lost civilization, you discover a forgotten god of mischief. After exploring their ancient temple, strange coincidences and uncanny events begin to follow you. Something from the deity has touched your life, and now you must figure out what it wants.

The Foundation has contained gods before. This one was never meant to be understood. When the SCP Foundation exhausts every scientific model, every memetic safeguard, and every containment protocol, they turn to something older. They turn to Lord Blackwood. Summoned as an external consultant, Blackwood is asked to accompany a classified research team investigating SCP-001-an entity buried beneath conflicting records, fractured myths, and deliberate misinformation. Known in suppressed texts as the Scarlet King, SCP-001 is not contained by walls or weapons, but by denial, ritual, and the careful destruction of truth. As the team pushes closer to clarity, Blackwood recognizes the pattern too late. Containment has become repetition. Research has become ritual. And the Foundation may have built the very kingdom this god requires. This is not a story about stopping the Scarlet King. It is about realizing what it costs to keep him quiet. Containment Status: Ongoing Reader discretion advised. This work is inspired by the SCP Wiki and is written under the Creative Commons license. It is a work of fiction and interpretation.

ONC 2026 Participant | "The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers." Young Thalassa is born the heir of one of the nine noble families of Midgard. During her studies she discovers a forgotten civilization. Fascinated by it, she sets off to find the old temple of the god of mischief but what she doesn't expect is the touch of deity that uproots her whole life. Suddenly, she hears whispers calling for help - and she has no idea where they come from. As she sets off to save the world, a young girl full of stories about stars finds a way into her heart. But the world is cruel and Thalassa promised she would stay kind no matter the crisis - just when it comes to her heart, she soon can't differentiate between hero and villain as both carry certain character traits one would desire. Will she be able to keep a clear mind or will her heart take over? And isn't following the call of one's heart exactly what villains usually do? ✎ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: - ☞ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍: 1.2.2026 ☞ first chapter online: - ☞ 𝖾𝗇𝖽: - © 2026 saphiwrites - all rights reserved

There exists things, ancient things, that long had survived humanity's own existence. Then there some things that dates back even beyond our own universe. This is exactly the sort of curiosities that drives archeologist Elias Stone. Discovering, understanding, and unbinding the very enigma of existence is what brought Elais to the Arketan ruins. There he will unravel a dangerous secret beyond anything he could ever have imagined, something people would gladly kill to gain.

🌑He wasn't summoned - he came. The world was not prepared, for there are no words to name him. Na'ziír is not death, but where he walks, fear has already made its home. He is one of the Endless - Fear incarnate. The last shadow before silence. And perhaps... the end of beginnings."🌙

All ancient gods were immortal, so what happened to them? Nothing. They're still here. Neglected. Forgotten. Those who know the truth of their existence have been forced into hiding, in fear of their lives. They're being hunted - mortals and immortals alike. The fate of the ancient gods has been placed into the hands of a group of demigods.

In the cursed kingdom of Velmora, shadows walk the earth, and the night whispers secrets. Eira, a blacksmith's apprentice, discovers she is the reincarnation of a sorceress who doomed the land to eternal twilight. Haunted by her past life's atrocities and hunted by creatures known as the Forgotten, she must uncover the truth about the curse to save Velmora-and herself. Forced into an uneasy alliance with Kael, an exiled prince hiding secrets of his own, Eira ventures into a world of ancient gods, deadly prophecies, and horrors lurking in the dark. But as her powers grow, so does the temptation to embrace the darkness within. Will Eira save Velmora or become its greatest nightmare?

When the Eye opened again, light fell into the earth. Paquette followed it, crossing from sky to soil, from name to name. In the hush between suns, clay rose to greet her. There she was unmade and remade as Mamusa, Daughter of the Dawn. This is the passage between worlds, where memory burns and the body remembers its crown.

Jay, Aila and their friends were leading there normal teenage lives till one day all of that changed. They find that the ancient gods are still alive and they are descended from them. Also, the world is in danger and they have to save it. Blessed with amazing powers from the gods, they will have to go on a series of quests to protect the world from evil. But it's not as easy as it seems. They are challenged by their mates who are descended from the dark gods. Join them as they travel, following the map of Senkara, which is said to be impossible to finish, fighting battles, discovering themselves and making difficult choices.

What would you do if you found out you were the reincarnation of an ancient king? What if an ancient god came into your life, and then tried to kill you? Alice Conrad is in this very position. What shall she do? Will she lie back and take her death in stride, or will she fight back? Read and find out.

Book 1 of Hollow Worlds' Alliance A mythiopic, action-packed adventure to save a family... and the world. (sci-fi/fantasy)

The protagonist, Lira, is a spirited young woman with an affinity for ancient magic. Born into a small village on the edge of Eldoria, Lira's life changes when she discovers a hidden power think links her to the Elderglow, an ancient force that once balanced the world.

Long ago, there were seven moons -- personified by the seven moon deities. The siblings were full of beauty and grace, and both humans and gods were enchanted by their beauty. Youngest of the siblings was Bulan. He was playful and curious. One night, he heard the god of death, Sidapa, mutter something about the moons that angered Bulan. This started a petty war between the two. Although if Bulan was being honest, he enjoyed this connection - however unconventional - he had with the other deity. * Sidapa has settled into a routine. Every night, he'd watch the skies and wait for the youngest moon deity - to exchange snarks and pranks. It was foolish, but it made his existence more interesting. But then a vicious dragon from the underworld, Bakunawa, started attacking the moons... and Sidapa only had one thing in mind: save the seventh moon, Bulan. DISCLAIMER: This is a fanfiction LOOSELY based on various Visayan (and some Bicolano) myths in the Philippines. I butchered the myths right off the bat (because I mixed different versions of myths from different parts of Visayas and Bicol) so if you're not okay with that, consider yourself warned.

Glenn thought it was just another story-an old fable twisted by time. But when his cousin Kiara commits an unspeakable act, claiming a cloaked figure with sunset hair and haunting pipes tried to stop her, Glenn begins to question everything. Desperate for answers, he dives into forgotten legends and chilling accounts that span centuries. Each thread leads back to one name: The Piper. They say he appears at moments of reckoning, offering a choice that can save or damn a soul. But the Piper doesn't force your hand-he only plays the tune. And once you've heard it, you're never the same. A haunting tale of dark folklore, moral reckoning, and the thin line between redemption and ruin.

Victoria Seraphina "transmigrated" into a novel... A novel which is the bane of her existence. A novel that would be considered close to "Blasphemy". A novel sent as a blessing from the church of THE FOOL. Wait... what do you mean there's no such thing as orthodox churches or power giving potions and what's mana or these so-called benevolent gods? Victoria with no way back to the world of mysteries lived her life in the novel set centuries in advance as a bridge for her 'benevolent' god who along with the other orthodox gods who were watching the scenery in the form of a 'SYSTEM'. A fanfic of LOTM where a beyonder meets your typical fantasy novel of transmigrators filled with romance and neglectful families along with black/red flag men we shouldn't cheer on (why are they the male lead?). this is a fanfic so it might not match the power system of LOTM so please tell me if I made any mistakes as I am new to the fandom and also no harsh comments. There will be promising comedy and questionable things that you will type about me saying I should be going to therapy.

They meet in every life. Only one of them survives. Cursed by the gods, two beings are forced to meet in every lifetime--and cause each other's deaths every time. Over the course of a single night, the two come to terms with their pasts and unravel their feelings regarding one another. It's easy to hate your murderer, but there's a fine line between hate...and something stronger.