Mortalxgod Stories

This is the tale of the young Tysolaris, a minor God who is revered in the mortal realm yet no so much in Olympus. He was tasked to run minor errands for his father Apollo in the mortal realm, yet decides to have his own fun under the guise of a champion warrior and singer. His view changes the day he meets a young maid of fourteen being married to a cruel leader. How will he save this girl? What could he do to keep her safe? What would his father think of this foolish en devour? He will have to figure it out with limited time as his entire world is thrown a loop.

"All of them were lost, except for me. Because I found you." Tales of the downfall of Olympus, the lost Gods, the rise of Hecate, the heroism of one mortal, and the ever so romantic Apollo. June 27, 2020

I cannot tell you how i ended up loving a God who could care less about me. the only details that remain are what age I fell in love with a greater being. I guess being a being who loves only one person and every other being is like an annoying pest. maybe i could be loved if I expanded my love. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Martin Wyrick had fallen in love with the god of music. the god did not return those feelings at all

Some gods fall by war. Others fall by fate. -When bloom and bone are cast alike, When spring and shadow share the strike, The one who dreams will learn to fall, And stars shall hush their ancient call.- - Fragment from the Verse of the Unknowing Flame She wakes too late. He listens too closely. And fate, once sealed, begins to unravel. Eden, goddess of Spring, rises from slumber to a world out of rhythm. The frost has retreated-but not gently-and something beneath the thaw feels fractured. Prayers carry more fear than faith. The roots whisper of imbalance. Noximius, god of Death, does not sleep. But now, something calls to him. A pull. A hum. A memory he never lived. Their clash was meant to be final. Instead, it ends in a fall. Stripped of divinity and cast into mortal form, Eden and Noximius must navigate a world that no longer recognizes them-and a bond neither dares to speak aloud. But far above, the gods are watching. And deep below, the Cauldron that forged them has begun to awaken. Enemies to lovers. Divine mythology. A slow-burn romance written in ash and bloom. And a prophecy even the stars were told to forget.

In a world overseen by three gods and one goddess, a girl named Victoria becomes a 'Chosen' of one of the gods. But her god's reasons for choosing her are certainly not the usual ones.

Clareesa is not dead. She was pushed into the underworld. She is trapped with him. Arcanus, The Lord Crane, Caretaker of the underworld. At first. Arcanus is annoyed, frustrated that a mortal girl is stuck in his realm. But. She is beautiful. And kind. And intelligent. Perhaps...he could get used to her.

❄️ He was sent to kill a cult. Instead, he met a god who remembered his soul. America is a monster hunter-sharp-tongued priest, five-foot-two, and absolutely not here for your death cult nonsense. But when a trap binds him to a forgotten altar, he comes face-to-face with the god they were trying to summon. Russia isn't just frost and fury. He's ancient. Powerful. And disturbingly interested in America. Blood will freeze. Chains will break. And beneath the snow, something impossible stirs-an echo of a love that should have died long ago. ✨ Enemies-to-something-more meets divine obsession in a dark, romantic, dreamcore fantasy filled with teeth, trauma, and fate.