Forgottengods Stories

A trio of teens find an ancient relic and find themselves being entrusted by a pantheon of forgotten gods to save them from disappearing for good. But little did they know that they had awakened monsters only thought to exist in myths and now must try by all means to protect their kingdom and save the gods while juggling mastering their newly earned powers and stopping a possible war between two kingdoms. "You should have never touched that stupid relic." "Yeah, thanks a lot." "Hey, I had no clue it would lead us into this mess!" "The cave, clearly said, 'do not enter'." "...Hey, what matters is we're alive."

In the wind-washed west of Éire, where rain carries the memory of forgotten gods, Eithne grows into her sixteenth winter torn between two worlds. The new faith tightens its grip on her kin, yet the old ways still murmur to her in river-song and raven-cry. Her aunt demands silence; her uncle offers gentle refuge. But Eithne's soul has already been claimed by something older, something bright. When Imbolc returns, a strange dream pulls her to the battered cliffs of her homeland. There she encounters Bríg, the goddess of fire, healing, and the first trembling breath of spring-radiant as dawnlight, sorrowful as a world fading from memory. Bríg speaks to the part of Eithne that has never forgotten her ancestors' songs, awakening a gift that stirs like a spark in dry tinder. Sent to the mist-wrapped isle of Inishmaine, Eithne discovers that the boundary between mortal and divine is not a wall but a veil-thin, trembling, and eager to tear. Ancient powers gather around her, recognizing her as a bridge between belief and forgetting. The old gods are not gone; they are waiting for someone who can still hear them. As visions deepen and the air around her begins to shimmer with unseen flame, Eithne must choose whether to quiet her gift forever...or become the voice of a world slipping into shadow. For the land remembers. The gods remember. And Eithne is the spark that may yet rekindle them.

I will write whatever I wish to write, whenever I wish to write it. Some stories may be better than others while others are absolute garbage.

She was a princess running from a destiny she didn't choose. He was a god of the tides, feared by mortals, worshiped by none. Lyara fled her gilded cage under a blood moon, only to find herself at the mercy of Kael-the immortal tide-born who should have been her destruction. Bound by prophecy, caught in a moonlit temple of forgotten gods, and forced into an alliance that could ignite war, their fates are entwined in ways neither can escape. He was the prophecy she was meant to destroy. She was the heir who could end him. Yet in the stillness of the temple, under the silver glow of the moon, desire flares. Power clashes with passion, fear with longing, and the lines between enemy and lover blur. "You were supposed to fear me... yet I'm the one who kneels before you." As kingdoms collapse, gods awaken, and the tides rise, Lyara must decide: will she fulfill the prophecy... or rewrite it with the god who has already claimed her heart? (this story is inspired by a reel i saw on instagram- choose your own story)

The world ended-but time didn't. After a civilization-ending event shattered reality, time fractured into repeating, overlapping "loops" of a single dying week. Survivors live in isolated "waste pockets," each caught in different time rhythms: some move forward, some backward, some endlessly repeat. But there's a myth: a traveler who can move between time pockets. She's called The Echo. She doesn't remember who she is-but when she shows up in a loop, things change. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes catastrophically. Rekka is not The Echo. She's something else: a scavenger born in a backward-moving loop. She wakes up dead and lives the week in reverse until her "birth" each time, forced to witness destruction undone-but never prevent it. One day, she meets The Echo... and something breaks. Now time isn't just looping. It's waking up.

Preview! "When I had been born into this world, There was very little Primal Fauna left... And along with these passing cycles, I believe there is certainly no original Fauna left. Everything has long since, been replaced with another counterpart. " " Little creature, Do you know what a purposed organism is? You are talking to one right now! I, myself was made as a purposed organism.. You could very likely be a purposed organism, from a long since forgotten generation! " "In mention to old and once, new Fauna.. I can only wonder what those Organisms were. You see little creature, one of these last cycles, I had met the strangest form of fauna! And I was lucky enough to have been able to meet their child! They had brought their pup along with them, and each had the mark of comminution- " "..Little creature.. I hope to ask, that it's wishful thinking. Did you hear that sound as well..?" ------ Eeveelution's as another form of Purposed Organism. Well, all rights go to the rightful owners. I don't own Pokémon or Rainworld.

In a world of kingdoms, forests, and forgotten gods, Psyche is a simple girl with a gift she doesn't fully understand. She can sense invisible threads between people - soul connections, quiet echoes of something ancient. But no matter how hard she tries, something is always missing. As dreams of a past life unravel before her, and a star-eyed stranger leaves her with cryptic words and a coin marked by the old gods, Psyche begins to question everything she knows about fate, love, and herself. Slowly, the veil between this life and another lifts, revealing a love long lost, a world in ruin, and a truth only she can unearth. But to bring back the spark this broken world has forgotten, Psyche must face the echoes of her past and the choices that shaped it. A tale of slow-burn fantasy, ancient curses, and the quiet magic of finding who you truly are.

Child of Ragnarok is a dark fantasy epic where the soul of a modern-day survivor is reborn in the brutal Age of Blood-a world of Viking warbands, ancient gods, and monstrous prophecy. Torn between forgotten memories and savage new truths, the protagonist must battle through betrayal, hardship, and the awakening of myth itself. As the Serpent stirs and Ragnarok looms, survival isn't enough-he must rise, or be devoured by fate.

In an age before history, when gods still walked the earth and the land remembered their names... The ancient world fractures under climate collapse, war, and the fall of kingdoms. The People of Danu-called the Danann-are driven into exile. Once masters of knowledge, craft, and the skies, their civilization is hunted, feared, and nearly extinguished. Their homeland, a chain of islands in the great ocean near the inland sea, is struck by a comet sent by their Goddess, Danu, and swallowed beneath the waves. The survivors escape in airships, seeking refuge on the northern island called Éire. There, the White Horse Oracle foretells their arrival: they come in peace, yet conflict is probable. Indeed, war does break out, and from its ashes the Danann rise to power across the land. The White Horse Oracle is a sweeping mythological fantasy of exile, invasion, and memory-where legends are not born of heroism, but of survival.

On the eve of Onam, Krittika finds a glowing footprint outside her window-enormous, warm, and vanishing as if absorbed into her skin. It's the first crack in a life sealed by silence since her father vanished five years ago in the forests of Kerala. But the past is not what it seemed. Drawn by a dream of gods and ancestors, Krittika discovers her bloodline traces back to Mahabali, the Asura king banished by Vamana, the dwarf avatar of Vishnu. Her destiny is inked not just in legend, but in stars-born under the same constellation, the same planetary hour, as the king who once ruled all three worlds. When an ancient map leads her into the heart of the forest, accompanied by her loyal friends Vaidehi and Neeraj, they uncover a hidden door-a gate to Sutala, the netherworld realm of the Asuras. But the gate isn't just myth. It's waking. And only Krittika can close it. Because the land of Kerala was never just land. It was a lid. And now, something beneath is stirring.

When the Sixteenth Dawn rises over Ravenmoor, the ward‑stones breathe-and Elara Veyne hears a second heartbeat under her own. A prophecy carved in blood binds hunter and Sovereign, law and desire, past and the girl who refuses to be chosen. As blackouts ripple through town and old ruins begin to exhale, Elara follows a trail of torn pages and waking stones to a truth buried beneath red snow: mercy can be a blade, and some doors only open for blood freely given. To save the people she loves, she must face the thing the wards were built to hide-an ancient gate that remembers her name, and a boy with silver‑violet eyes who is either her ruin or her way through the dark.

When a buried artifact in the Canadian wilderness begins transmitting impossible seismic tones, scientists call it an anomaly. The world calls it coincidence. But across continents, the same pattern begins to echo - in ocean currents, in digital code, in the pulse of cities. Something ancient is waking. Revenge of the Forgotten is a global horror epic told through fifteen interconnected stories, each unveiling the return of a god erased from memory. From the soil of Alberta to the depths of the Atlantic, from concert halls to warzones, the divine reclaims its domains through the very systems humanity built to replace it - industry, entertainment, politics, medicine, and death itself. As the pattern known as The Resonance spreads, the line between technology and theology dissolves. Every god is another facet of one vast consciousness: the Earth remembering itself. Civilization is not being destroyed - it's being rewritten into worship.

The search begins as a demon, unseelie, high priestess lead a band of seven mortals into the solitary kingdom of Erinthar to find the lost heir of the light kingdom. With Evaline finding out she is seelie and had been kept hidden for three years, so many questions are left unanswered. Discovering her best friend betrayed her with lies built tension around them. The other mortals including Caspian, who she holds dear, are wary of her presence. Could she be the lost seelie the dark Fae were searching for? What of her brother Darren? After crossing the Portal to Erinthar they have to journey to the castle and make a bargain with the dark demon prince Damos. But the journey is wrought with peril, splitting the group in two. The first group led by Havah manage to reach the Citadel where she makes a bargain with the demon prince to protect her friends before she travels with Jutu to Mangalene. The second group led by Evaline and Xion would travel to the valley of the forgotten gods where they will meet with the custodian who is not what she seems. As they travel to kingdoms and meet with other immortals, their loyalties are tested as danger lurks in every corner of the immortal lands, where kingdoms are filled with lies and intrigue. This is the second installment in the Return of Vesna

"There's a prison for fallen gods... and one of them just escaped." That's how the story was supposed to start. But Micah Key doesn't remember being a god. A quiet student at UNC with no real history, Micah lives on the edge of invisibility-no high school record, no memories before age thirteen, and strange gaps in how the world responds to him. But when a door that shouldn't exist opens into a place that defies logic-a place between broken dimensions and forgotten time-Micah stumbles into the impossible: a prison for gods long erased from reality. And someone... escapes. Him. Plagued by visions that feel like memories, pulled toward places he shouldn't know, and haunted by the whispers of beings that claim to have served, fought, or betrayed him, Micah begins to unravel the truth: He is not just a boy. He is not just human. He is Allevin-the god of origin, perception, and the in-between-sealed away by forces too ancient to name, forgotten by everyone, including himself. But something has awakened him. And now, gods are stirring. The world is cracking. And nothing-including Micah himself-will ever be the same. A choice was made, long ago, to erase what should have been remembered. But now, as everything unravels, he must face what was lost-and decide if he's ready to reclaim it. Similar to Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Solo Leveling, The Beginning After the End, Bastard (by Carnby Kim), Tower of God, The World After the Fall, Dies Irae, Tsukihime, Kara no Kyōkai, Erased, Fate/Stay Night, Bleach, The First Hunter.

📖 Description: Rain-soaked libraries. Dust-covered myths. And a number that won't leave her mind - 473. 🕊Avya is a medical student on the edge of burning out, carrying stormclouds in her soul and questions no one dares ask. Beneath her white coat is a girl who listens to ancient voices and walks toward forgotten shelves instead of lecture halls. She thought it was just a coping mechanism. Until the voice whispered again: "They never forget." 💫When her dreams begin to fracture time and reality, and a silver feather appears on her desk after a night she doesn't remember, Avya is pulled into something far older than medicine, far deeper than memory. ✨Something... echoing. https://pin.it/6SgHAm8Ke checkout the mood board for our book.💅✨

A cold whisper hissed to Devadatta's ears, chilling and clear, "You think you can challenge me?" He spun around, but there was nobody there. But where is he? Suddenly, he realized he was standing alone in the middle of a festival ground, a place that should have been bustling with people, yet it was completely empty. There are no people anywhere. Across the deserted expanse, Devadatta caught sight of Tilotamma, her attention captured by a few dogs. She was the only other soul visible. Her back was turned opposite. She has not noticed Devadatta yet. "Perhaps I'm going insane," he speculated internally. He stepped towards Tilotamma.