Darkmyth Stories

The sea remembers every wound. What began as fear has become resolve, and what was once silence now trembles with consequence. Ariel is no longer a story told in whispers or warnings. She is the deep itself-ancient, patient, and irrevocably changed. The surface world has chosen to fight what it cannot understand. Old powers stir in response. The boundaries between mercy and annihilation blur, and the weight of the crown Ariel claimed settles fully upon her shoulders. This is not a tale of heroes or monsters. It is a reckoning. In the crushing depths where light falters and memory fractures, Ariel must face the truth of what her reign has cost-and what it will demand to endure. Power does not absolve. Victory does not heal. And silence, once sought as refuge, may become the final prison. The waters will rise. The world will quiet. And when all that can drown has done so, only one truth will remain: No crown is taken without the sea collecting its due.

Welcome Creatures, Binge-worthy stories. Strange worlds. Characters that bleed and bite. New Novella's & Novels is where you'll find Marijke's longer tales - intricate plots, emotionally raw protagonists, philosophical horror, twisted myth, and fantasy built from broken bones and belief systems. If you love immersive journeys, slow reveals, and soul-cracking depth wrapped in gorgeous prose - this is for you. This is the core of Marijke's Myths. Until next time, Creatures!

In the shadow of Rome's conquest, a child is born of two worlds-Alonwyn, daughter of an African soldier torn from Aethiopia and a Celtic woman of Gaul. Orphaned by violence and raised by a druid who teaches her the old ways, she grows into a woman revered for her voice, her wisdom, and the uncanny depth of her gaze. But when Rome's legions return to burn her village and desecrate the sacred grove, grief and fury awaken a power darker than she ever imagined. In the ashes of her people, the goddess Carthwyn-she who governs death and sacred terror-offers Alonwyn the Bone Harp, an instrument strung with sorrow itself. With it, she may summon vengeance so absolute it would stain the earth forever. Alonwyn must choose: surrender her spirit to the goddess and let her song become a dirge of death, or defy the divine, bearing the weight of memory rather than bloodshed. Her journey is one of mourning and defiance, where music becomes both wound and healing, and where the gods themselves test the limits of mortal resolve. Myth and history entwine in The Bone Harp, a story of ancestry, vengeance, and the redemptive power of memory. Through Alonwyn's struggle, we are reminded that even in a world devoured by empire, there is strength in refusing to forget-and in choosing life when death beckons.

The world is bound by ancient laws of order-rules that once preserved balance, now hardened into the shackles of stagnation. As the celestial foundations decay, chaos ceases to be a force of destruction; it becomes the necessary catalyst for rebirth. In a universe where gods choose silence and restraint, power does not vanish-it shifts. As time fractures and moral certainty dissolves, words and ideals lose their meaning. In this vacuum of authority, Blood becomes the final language of legitimacy. The Genesis Blood War is not a tale of good versus evil. It is a chronicle of those who dare to challenge the primordial laws of creation. Through sacrifice and irreversible choice, they seek to answer the ultimate question: Who possesses the authority to define reality and determine what the world will become? Author's Note The Genesis Blood War is a vision long carried, now finally brought into being. In this realm, every reader is more than an observer; you are a witness to the unfolding of a new mythology. "Existence is conditional. Your Vote (Star) and Comment are the 'permissions' that allow this story to survive. Leave your mark upon the path of blood and shadow."

Power can protect the body. But what protects the mind? Six months after the death of her mother, Vishu Sharma believes the war is over. The Kavach-Karna's legendary armor-has been deactivated. The maps have been destroyed. The truth has been buried. Or so she thinks. As Vishu attempts to return to an ordinary life in modern India, she begins to experience strange disturbances-moments of piercing clarity followed by terrifying gaps of memory. Languages she never studied come naturally to her. Lies feel physically painful. And sometimes, she can see the consequences of a decision before it is ever made. What Vishu doesn't know yet is that the Kundal of Karna-the divine earrings believed to grant supreme perception-was never lost. It was sealed. And it has begun to awaken. Unlike the Kavach, the Kundal does not protect the body. It sharpens the mind. It reveals truth. And it demands a devastating price. As ancient manuscripts resurface and a powerful modern collective seeks to reclaim divine foresight, Vishu is forced to confront a far more dangerous legacy than armor or weapons-the burden of knowing too much. With the Kavach still dormant but permanently bonded to her blood, Vishu stands at the center of a fragile balance. If the Kundal is fully awakened, memory itself may not survive. Through forgotten temples, silent archives, and the fragile bonds of friendship, Vishu must decide whether humanity is ready for absolute truth-or whether some knowledge was meant to be forgotten. Because Karna did not lose his supreme knowledge by chance. He chose to forget. And now, that choice belongs to her.

She is the light fated to enter the abyss. He is the abyss that once devoured the light. Despoina has always felt something ancient inside her, like the echo of a voice older than creation. But when the stars begin to fall and reality begins to unravel, she learns she is not just a girl she is a key. A key to what, no one will say. Not even him. Moros emerges from beyond the veil, cloaked in shadows, carrying with him memories that never belonged to this world. He has waited for her. Watched her. Loved her-before she was ever born. Now, they must descend together into a realm where time dies and dreams are stitched from forgotten gods. But can love survive what the abyss demands? Now, they must descend together into a realm where time dies and dreams are stitched from forgotten gods. But can love survive what the abyss demands? 🍂 - Mythic dark fantasy 🍂- Soul-deep, star-warped romance 🍂- Psychological unraveling 🍂 - A story of identity, destiny, and eternal bonds