Hindumythology Stories

The gods once ruled this world. Now, they are nothing more than forgotten names whispered among ruins. Ancient kingdoms wage endless wars. Path choose their bearers. Curses outlive empires, and monsters older than history roam a land abandoned by the divine. Herald awakens with no memories. Armed only with a mysterious staff and haunted by voices only he can hear, he is forced into a world where every answer uncovers an even darker truth. Forgotten prophecies, cursed artifacts, divine powers, and secrets buried since the beginning of the ages all seem to revolve around him. But in a world where even the gods have vanished... Something still watches. As kingdoms crumble, ancient horrors awaken, and the line between salvation and destruction fades, Herald must uncover the truth of his past before history repeats itself once more. Welcome to Mahayuga. Welcome to the world forsaken by gods. The character art and world map are in auxiliary volume 0; you can check them out if you are interested in the characters and the world. I am the original author of Mahayuga: The Last Age of Gods. I will also be publishing this story on Royal Road under the account Salliloms. And lastly, thank you @EcstasyCrown for the cover art.

Percy Jackson thought he was finally free. After years of fighting monsters, battling Titans, and toppling primordial beings, he had earned a break-or at least as much of a break as a demigod could get. But peace was never meant to last. A new prophecy has emerged, one unlike anything before. There is no warning, no precedent, and no clear path forward. Even the gods are silent about it, or don't know anything about it. The last prophecy nearly destroyed the world. This one probably will. To stop it, Percy must travel to lands beyond the reach of Greek and Roman history, where ancient powers long thought forgotten stir once more. Beings older and stronger than the Olympians are waking, and their motives are anything but clear. Some seek destruction. Others seek vengeance. And some... are there to help. Percy will have to unravel history's greatest mysteries, face enemies no one in living memory has faced, and confront the terrifying truth: This time, they might not be enough. --------------------------- I'm pretty disappointed with the new movies that came out on Hindu mythology (good concepts but terrible implementation) so I wrote my own version. Decided to make it a fanfic of Percy Jacksonfor the heck of it. LMK what you guys think. My first fanfic, one that combines both Hindu and Greek cultures. I will try to be as lore-accurate as possible, but I am open to suggestions. Please lmk. Percy isn't some all powerful being or something in this. He has the same powers as his half-blood self. After all, its mortals that end up doing great things, mainly because of our brief lifespans. All rights belong to Rick Riordan.

Just a week after the celestial clash of Naaga Chaturthi and Garuda Panchami, a calm and joyous aura returns to Dholakpur. As the town prepares to celebrate the sacred festival of Varalakshmi Vratham, the women and families come together to invoke the divine blessings of Goddess Lakshmi for wealth, health, and prosperity. However, where divine grace flows, unseen tests and heartwarming lessons of unity, devotion, and friendship are never far behind. Join Bheem, Chutki, Raju, Jaggu, Kalia, and the entire kingdom as they celebrate the auspicious festival of the Divine Mother!

राम केवल अयोध्या के राजा या यासी मंदिर में विराजमान एक नाम नहीं हैं। राम एक विचार हैं-सत्य, धर्म, त्याग, संयम और मर्यादा का। वनवास से लेकर रावण के साथ युद्ध तक, श्रीराम का जीवन हमें सिखाता है कि सच्ची विजय केवल शत्रु को हराने में नहीं, बल्कि अपने भीतर के अहंकार और अधर्म पर विजय पाने में है। लेकिन आज के समय में राम कहाँ हैं? क्या राम केवल अयोध्या में हैं, या हमारे भीतर भी उनका अस्तित्व है? जब किसी मन में सत्य के लिए खड़े होने का साहस, धर्म के लिए त्याग और जीवन में मर्यादा जागती है-वहीं राम का उदय होता है। "राम का अस्तित्व" उसी शाश्वत प्रश्न और उस सत्य की एक काव्यात्मक यात्रा है। Different kind of poem and different themes

The Samudra Manthan story origin explains the birth of Amrit, the Kumbh Mela, and the famous churning of the cosmic ocean.

𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕. He is a shadow, a whisper, a face borrowed from ancient yearning itself. When he falls into the path of a mortal woman, desire begins to stir into something older than memory, deeper than love, and far more dangerous than either of them understand. She sees through his borrowed faces, even when the world around her does not. He, in turn, is drawn to her in a way that feels like fate, as if her heart has called him across lifetimes. But he is a god who was once burned to ashes, and she is only human; fragile, fleeting, and far too easy to lose. As the heavens remain silent, their bond grows into something sacred and doomed. Every glance carries the weight of a curse. Every touch threatens to awaken what was meant to stay buried. And in a world where desire can take form but never truly remain, love may become the most divine tragedy of all. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆.

Meet Yuko Haseneska. She's 16. She's shy. She's timid. And she can see spirits-which might be her greatest gift... or her ultimate downfall. Inspired by the worlds of Naruto, Bleach, Blue Exorcist, Jujutsu Kaisen, and The Twelve Kingdoms, this is a story about gods who were forgotten, monsters who wear human skin, and a girl caught between two worlds. Themes: 🌀 The illusion of safety 🌀 The weight of the past 🌀 The nature of gods and monsters 🌀 Found family 🌀 Loss and trauma 🌀 Predestination vs. choice What to expect: ⚔️ Cosmic horror meets Japanese folklore ⚔️ A shy protagonist who must find her strength ⚔️ Ancient gods, cursed karma, and Bodhi protectors ⚔️ Betrayal, grief, and the bonds that heal Yuko's journey is just beginning. Will she embrace her destiny-or fight it?

Yami was supposed to have a relaxing week after exams. Instead, she died. And now she's stuck with an inexperienced death spirit trying to figure out what to do with nine days of borrowed time before she's gone for real. Didn't know dying was that complicated. w̵̢͇̩͇̪̬̽̓͜͝i̵̡͙̯͚̬͖͒̐͗͗l̷̘̩̗̫̩͋͜ļ̶̳̥̠̇̌ ̶̢̡͙̥͉̱͖̘̏y̶̡̻̜̘̦͆͐̌̄̃̄ö̴̡̳̫̼͇͕͎́̒̕͜u̸̺͉̣̟̪̟̮͌̑̐̓͒͝ ̸̧̫̰͓̲̖̅̾͜͜l̵̳̹̽̆͝ͅi̸̢̛̟̗̜̱͋̈́̈̕v̶̠͓̯̟̖̪̘̱̈́ę̸̢̼̦͇̮͍͛̄̎͘ ̶̧̺͙̣̬̤̫̋ț̴̨̧͎͕̰̟̓̆o̷͉̹̊̾̃̌̇̊͘ ̷̛̖̣̀͂̓͛̄s̵̨͓͇̙̗̜͍͋̑͊̑͒͆́e̴̢̛͇͈̣͒́̂̽͂̅͛ë̸̪́̍̀̆ ̴̡̂̾̌̆͌́t̴̨̺̼̝͌͊͋̕h̷̦͔̟̮̣̼̤̃͝ͅę̵̫̙̽ͅ ̸̳͉̟͍̍̉̒̿̿̎ń̷̗̳̙͕̤̘͆̾̀͜͜e̶͍̩̳̍̍̒̈x̸̡͇͙̿̽ẗ̵̤͙́͛̏͋͌̐̆͘ ̷̛̦̼̖̣͕̟̺̉ḍ̵͈̱̜̤͋̄͂̚̕a̸̩̳̙̯͖̾̒̂͐͘͝y̵̟̭̲̪̹̑ͅ?̶̰͛͛͛̂̅̐̕͜ [Updates every Saturday !!]

Before time learned to move forward, He existed. The preserver, the protector-Vishnu. And when He walked the earth as Krishna, the world called it Leela... but my heart called it home. From Vishnu to Krishna, He has worn many names, many forms... but I have always known Him the same. He was the universe in human form. I was the silence that loved Him across time itself. Not desire. Not worship. Just inevitability.

Annabeth has powers?! It was Annabeths and Percy's last year at camp, they expected everything to be perfect as the wars were over and they were going to college, everything was well until monsters of other pantheons started arriving at camp borders What does this mean? Are the pantheons mixing together? What more surprises do the fates hold for them? Will all the demigods and magicians coming together fix this problem? Are there even more pantheons that the others have yet to meet? What did this mean for the future of the demigods? Will there be harmony among them whilst facing another threat to their peace?or will they fight among themselves, fastening another impending war? And what does Percy's three year old sister Estelle have to do with the ancient magic that's disrupting the world *characters belong to Rick Riordan. Only the plot is mine. Trails of apollo never happened in this book because, well, we need happiness in our lives*

Umm, so this is my first one-shot book, so please comment cause I will take anything. So this is will be some Aru Shah Fanfiction, but my writing is horrible don't say I warned you. This book may contain MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE TREE OF WISHES OR OTHER BOOKS IN THE PANDAVA SERIES. These characters are not mine and belong to the amazing writer Roshani Chokshi. Enjoy!

"She was born of the goddess who ends and begins all things. She grew up not knowing her name. That was the plan and the cruelty." Kaira has no last name, no family, and no explanation for why Triveni Academy - the most prestigious divine institution in the world has sent her a scholarship letter addressed to nobody. She's not divine. She's a commoner, grey lanyard, the girl who reads Sanskrit for fun in a school full of gods' descendants who can summon lightning and bond with ancient animals. She doesn't belong here. Except the restricted archive doors open for her. Except the divine animals won't stop watching her. Except the most powerful student in the Academy - Agastya Rudra, Shiva's bloodline, can't explain why his tiger has been tracking her since day one. When Kaira's power manifests publicly and cannot be classified by any known divine lineage, the question stops being does she belong here and starts being what exactly is she? The answer is older than the Academy. Older than the gods. And it involves a prophecy, an entity sealed beneath the Triveni Sangam for three thousand years, and a mother who left her on temple steps eighteen years ago for reasons Kaira is not ready to forgive. The void is waking. The seals are failing. Every divine student who approaches the breach loses their power. Except her. She's the only one it can't touch. The boy with the silver crescent mark who has been arguing with her about combat technique every morning at six is about to discover why Shiva once lay down in Kali's path. Some things can only be faced by the daughter of darkness herself.

In a desolate world, Yasodha (Yash) finds herself as the last woman standing, her existence a flickering ember in the dying embers of time. With the weight of an unknown child in her arms and the burden of her dwindling days, she grapples with the overwhelming task of nurturing a life that isn't her own, a poignant juxtaposition against her impending mortality. As she teeters on the precipice between caretaking and the ebbing sands of her own existence, a haunting voice penetrates her dreams, a man's enigmatic whisper piercing through the silence of her nights. "It's not the end," echoes through her consciousness, igniting a spark of hope amidst the bleakness. In this collision of her final days and an unexpected voice from the ether, Yasodha embarks on a journey to decipher the cryptic message, unraveling the mysteries of her fate and the child's role in a world hurtling towards oblivion.

my story is Hindu mythological fiction based on relationship of Lord shiv and his wife sati/Parvati..

Discover the ten divine incarnations of Lord Vishnu, the protector and preserver of the universe. Explore each of Vishnu's avatars, sent to restore cosmic balance and uphold dharma (righteousness) in times of turmoil. From the first avatar, Matsya the Fish, to Kalki, the future warrior who will end the current age, each incarnation holds deep spiritual and symbolic significance.

"I am the son of the Sun, yet I lived in the shadows. I wore the gold of gods, yet I bled like a mortal." Vishu has always lived in the shadow of two things: her mother Smita's obsession with the Mahabharata, and the impending silence of Smita's terminal illness. As a world-renowned archaeologist, Smita spent decades chasing a myth-the Kavach (armor) and Kundal (earrings) of Karna, the tragic hero of the Great War. Then, Smita vanishes in the frozen heights of the Himalayas, leaving behind nothing but a brass casket. Inside are not just maps, but a series of handwritten letters and encrypted Shlokas that suggest Karna's divine protection wasn't just a myth-it was a burden passed down through bloodlines. To find her mother, Vishu must assemble her closest circle-the logical Poorti, the intuitive Tanu, the tech-genius Deepali, and the fierce Khushboo. From the ancient ruins of Kannauj to the whispering caves of the Garhwal range, Vishu must solve a 5,000-year-old puzzle. But as the lines between history and her own life blur, she realizes her mother wasn't just searching for an artifact. She was running from a curse. In the search for the Sun's legacy, will Vishu find the truth, or will she be consumed by the same fire that took her mother?

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume ━ Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Before the universe existed, the gods discovered a Void that could not be destroyed. Sealed into a human body, the anomaly is reborn as Navin. In a world of cultivation and gods, he does not seek power. Power seeks him. But when the Void awakens, even the gods may tremble.

The painting of Ahilya the nymph inspired me to write this story. This short story is my take on how Ahilya lived before she became a young lady and what her personality was. I just believe she was more than just an object under a man's gaze. Hope you enjoy the way I played with Hindu myths :)