Myth Stories

In a modern Seoul governed by competing pantheons, a reckless young demigod Kim Minjeong must survive divine politics, angry gods, and the consequences of proving that immortality doesn't come with good judgment.

"I died for her. And now I've come back to a world that forgot." Xue Zhen was a Recessive Alpha-believed to have triggered his Dominant trait late. Still, he was groomed as the heir of the Xue family empire, feared by rivals, and unmatched in the boardroom. But none of that mattered in the end. Because when the secret turned on Xue Ning-the adopted beta no one expected to survive-he stood in the crossfire. And died. Now he's back. Forged in silence. Reborn in secret. And no one remembers the life he lost... except him. She doesn't know she was the reason he became what others only whispered about in myth. She doesn't know she tethered him-soul to soul, breath to breath. Not even death could sever it. But Xue Zhen remembers. Every betrayal. Every death. And most of all- Her scent. - 💥 Omegaverse. Family Politics. Rebirth. Scandal. 💔 Secret identities, gland removals, and impossible love. 🧬 Legendary bloodlines. Bitter cousins. Military startups. 💋 A slowburn obsession between a dominant alpha and the omega who triggered it. The House of Xue has never been more chaotic. Or dangerous. 🌸 Reborn lover. Bitter regrets. An omega who once begged to die... and the alpha who refuses to lose her again. - ⚠️ Content Warning: Psychological trauma, family betrayal, mature themes, possessive dynamics, past-life death, and scenes of emotional manipulation. 📜 Read the extras. Fear the butler. Choose your favorite cousin. Trust no one.

Hey you all! I hope you are having a great September so far! This story is a fanfic version of the Chronicles of Narnia and TLOTR. The plot line, characters and settings are original just inspired by C. S. Lewis' writings. Judith Pane is just an ordinary girl in an ordinary country of America. Struggling from the Great Depression, Judith and her family move into her grandparents' mansion. Her grandfather opened their house up to strangers who struggled with poverty or lack of food. Judith was bored and lonely until one day she and a boy named, Duke Brown found an old oak treasure chest filled with two old books, a wrinkled map, a magnifying glass and a copper band (like the one you wear on your finger) stored in a glass container, in her grandparents' attic. Join their shared adventures, and dive right into this story that was inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia and The Lord of the Rings. I will publish a chapter or two per week until completion. Thank you :))

This story is about a myth creature that occupies the body of a scarecrow and protects nature from the fearful ignorance of careless settlers... The creature in this story is known as the skahbooshoh... this one is named Hopponno. ...it is an ancient creature who had been summoned by a native American clown in response to broken treaties. It now roams the once bountiful fields of Ohio, wielding the fears and concerns of others as the source of its power... In this particular story... ... a group of friends go to check on a family cabin after the local plumber fails to respond to a rusty pipe replacement... ...GPS suggests the travelers cut through the cornfield to save gas despite several warnings not to. Unfortunately, the three friends wind up provoking the ancient spirit by disrespecting the land and unknowingly violating ancient treaties. The story follows these three friends to a cabin as they face their fears and find out what they're made of while squaring off with the Skabooshoh Scarecrow.

This dark fantasy weaves together Eastern and Western dragon legends into one haunting world. Dragons hide their scales and wings beneath human skin, forced to blend into a society built to reject them. A ragtag crew of wounded, lonely outcasts forms the Bards' Coven: traumatized kids, lost dreamers, and souls crushed by endless loneliness. Their quiet longing for freedom gets stamped out by cold, rigid authority. Every kind of wall cuts people apart-status, race, age, fear, and endless mutual distrust. Some spend their lives building walls to lock others out; some risk everything to tear them down. Two species trapped in manufactured conflict mirror the fractured divides of our own world. Between the ordered cruelty of institutions and the messy, tender freedom of ordinary hearts lies a single unanswerable question. What truly separates exile from freedom?

🔥┈⚔️┈┈•☆ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫.. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 '𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲'. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝..? 🔥┈⚔️┈┈•☆ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 '𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬'! 𝐈𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞!

It is about breaking myths

Some stories are forgotten. Some become myths. Some change the people who find them. Echoverse is a living collection of stories, worlds, memories, and imagined realities created around themes of mythology, fantasy, identity, travel, and hidden universes. Each season explores a different theme. Each chapter opens a new door. And every reader can become part of the story. Write your own version. Share your world. Leave an echo behind. Because stories never truly disappear.

This is a fictional story about a guy named: Kyoruu Akaashi <3 Kyoruu doesn't take things seriously, but he's a pretty chill, hot.. Sexy-🌹 AYOO WHO SAID THAT?? TOTALLY NOT ME!😅 -Scyro Anyways... - Kyoruu is a PhD student who doesn't take things seriously. He studies mythology.. Urban legends. Until one day he stumbles apon a scary, spooky~~ building, or smthn like that ig?😱 He lights some candles near a summoning ritual.. And that's how he accidentally summons a very, spooky, scary, entity, ghost~! And heh.. Heh, it's me ofc ;) It was love.. At first sight..... Hey dont judge me😒 I can see u behind this screen, you dumbos 🤨 Stawp making that weird face when I mention his very, very beautiful face. Okay, sorry I'll countinue: After he summons me, he founds out that other entities are alive, and real (I totally said it) He gives me a name, and comes up with something very hawt- It is 'Scyro' That is my name. Very smug, and hawt right? After that. We explore, adventure into other abandoned places, in search of other entities, and ghosts, that he studies, and whats to find.

A covenant was given. A people were divided. And the choice still remains. Long ago, one people stood united- until betrayal an pride spilt them in two. One followed the path set before them and was led into life. The other refused- and remained where they had chosen. From that moment, a covenant was established, one that would echo through generations. Now, that covenant is being challenged by king Yohuicani. Atzel, the god of war and justice, walks among men, striving to remain faithful to Boquilla in every command, every decision, and every battle. For strength alone is not enough-only obedience sustains what has been given. But far from him, the weight of that same covenant fall upon Rayelina, queen of Chalchihuec, stands at the edge of war as king Yohuicani presses against her borders. With little support and with time slipping through her hands, she is forced to make a choice-to act, or to wait. So she does what few rulers would do. She fasts. She humbles herself. And she seeks Boquilla above all else. And in her surrender- she is led to call upon Atzel As the nations begin to stir and hearts drift once more from the truth, both must stand firm in the roles they have been given. For the greatest danger is not what comes from beyond the borders- But the lies within the hearts of men

Was it the right choice.. to exist? Will He regret it? or Will He be grateful? But if He didn't exist, He wouldn't even know what 'choice' is.. He wouldn't feel regret nor knowing the feeling of gratefulness.. there wouldn't be Him either.. Did He choose existence? Or Did existence choose Him? Why does He know things He should not? Why do some people see nothing reflected in His eyes? Found by a small church on a stormy night, the nameless boy begins His journey through a world of kingdoms, faith, myth, and hidden mystery while searching for the truth of His own existence. Because buried beneath His human form lies a mystery older than memory itself. And the deeper He searches for who He was... the more terrifying the answer becomes.. After all.. the greatest question is not who He was. It is what He is.

"Monsters" is a chilling anthology of short horror stories that delve into the darkness lurking just beyond the veil of reality. From eerie urban legends to psychological nightmares, each tale explores a different kind of terror-some born from the supernatural, others from the depths of the human mind. Whether it's ancient creatures stalking the night or the twisted fears that fester within, this collection will leave you questioning what truly makes a monster.

Reborn in the world of High School DxD, Roy is ready to conquer all with his Copy system. But he soon discovers that his greatest challenge isn't the devils or fallen angels, but the powerful and gorgeous girls inexplicably drawn to him. And with his ability that allows him to replicate the ability of those he touches, he will master everything.... [Do you wish to replicate this ability?] Roy: Yup, why not?

Fate works in mysterious ways-especially when the Ghost King gets involved. Sent on a routine soul-reaping assignment, Nico di Angelo stumbles onto the ruined Potter cottage in Godric's Hollow. The wizarding world thinks baby Harry survived through a miracle. They have no idea a demigod just interfered.

'It's been years, Needle. So many years... Years ever since I entrusted my promise to you... Have you forgotten? Did you forget that I exist? You were there when I died, weren't you? My life is in your hands, and you've left me behind for so long... Remember me... Please...' A contestant recorded in the 'Florilegium Annals: Recording The Strange' that wasn't within the freed and hasn't been seen in decades... No wonder BFDIA 24 and 25 felt so weird. As Yoyle-city grows more vibrant yet abandoned, Needle decides to go back to the Yoyle Needy to meet up with FreeSmart once again, until the sudden idea of bringing in a gift popped up in her mind. Scavaging through a pile of old stuff from season two, she notices a mysterious glowing orb at the center of it all, looking like it's creating lives of... butterflies? Weird. Guess it's time for another adventure! Bringing back the final four of Battle For Dream Island Again, it's time for them to discover a myth which states an existing "fifth placer" of BFDIA, trapped within a biome of records, legends, and missing history... It all comes down to Needle's discovery. A journey that reveals someone as unknown to the object universe, but someone that seems too familiar to ignore... N̴ͮ̄̽͂e̷͖̩̹̳̭v͈͎̣̜̊̊ͅe̒r͉̖ͤ̓̆̍ t̳͖͋̐̐͂r̴u̴̼ͥͣ͌̆̿s̵̳̯̠̜̮͋̾͂̄̈t̴͎̖ͩ t̶̖̊͛̉h̙̝͚͔e̤ȉ͍͙̟͉ͨ̋͗r͉̫̥̬͑̌͊̑̈ͅ h͙͍͈͕̿̀͋̒a͖̯̍̽͑pp̸̱̳̏̌͆̃i̧͓̬͖͑͐̀n̵̝̭̠̣ͫ͆̏ͦë̷̟̺̏̽̿s̮̰̥s͈̻̤.̵̥͉͓ "The Florilegium says there's a fifth placer? Then why doesn't reality say so?" "Because... I guess reality didn't think of her as existent..." "Wait, 'HER'?! THE MYTH'S A GIRL?!" *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺ ~ AU Notes ~ ༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Takes place in an Alternate Universe where a character had never existed in BFDIA 24 onwards) (BFB and TPOT do not occur)

In 1883, a thirteen-year-old boy discovers that God has left a weapon behind: Nehashtan, the Rod of God. It has raised the dead. It has called down storms. It has healed the broken and punished those who would misuse it. It has been passed down through the ages from Moses to Merlin, and now it has fallen into the hands of Gregory Mayhew's Uncle Anton, a former circus performer who has gone from stage magician to traveling miracle salesman. Mr. Miracle's Exodus is a 70,903-word weird-western novel: Death Valley Days meets The Twilight Zone, with the epic Western sweep of Lonesome Dove and the unsettling theological speculation of Michael Moorcock's Behold the Man. When Anton accepts a million-dollar contract to produce a river in Death Valley, thirteen-year-old Greg joins him along with his older brother, Brett, on an expedition across the American West. But the Rod is no ordinary instrument. It has a will of its own, and Greg gradually discovers that its history reaches back far beyond the American frontier to the prophets of the Bible and perhaps even further - Creation itself. The deeper Greg gets into the mystery, the more frightening the truth becomes. The Rod does not simply grant miracles. It judges the people who wield it. Told through the recollections of an elderly Gregory Mayhew in 1949, Mr. Miracle's Exodus is a story of faith, family, resurrection, and the dangerous consequences of putting the power of the divine into human hands.

Goofy Gang decides to go on a vacation to the cottage in the middle of the forest to relax for a while. Although there are myths about the place, on the internet, there are no ratings. They ignore it, though and still go to check it out. But the longer, they're here... The weirder... The scarier... The creepier things start to happen...

What if you died a nobody and woke up as a tree? Dendron died a nobody. He quit jobs, avoided conflict, and spent his days doing the bare minimum. When a truck ends his unremarkable existence, he expects nothing but oblivion. Instead, he wakes up as a tree: rooted, immobile, and monumentally alone. In a forest teeming with monsters, cultivators, and beast tribes, Dendron discovers he's been given a second chance, and a LitRPG system to go with it. He can absorb soul cores, grow spiritual fruit, and even parasitize other creatures to build a network of avatars. But being surrounded isn't the same as being understood. He is a reincarnator in a world that doesn't know his past. And something put him here on purpose. Whatever put him here has plans for him, and they may be far more terrifying than being a tree. "A truck hit me five minutes ago, and now I'm a fucking tree?" A LitRPG cultivation fantasy about growth, loneliness, and the quiet horror of becoming something you never planned to be. If you enjoy slow-burn mysteries, hidden organizations, ancient beings, layered worldbuilding, and gradually uncovering the true nature of a world, you may find something to enjoy here. Author's note: This novel is also officially published by me on Royalroad under the username Bryrawr.

In the halls of Asgard, thrones gleamed with gold, but shadows clung to the one who dared sit upon them. Loki, son of no one, prince of lies, wore the crown not as a triumph but as a chain. Eirlys had known him longer than most-had known him before the mask of trickster, before the hunger for power consumed him. Where others saw only deceit, she had seen the boy beneath, fragile and fierce, aching to be enough. And when Loki wrestled with the weight of a kingdom that felt less like glory and more like drowning, Eirlys stood at his side, torn between reaching for the man she remembered and watching him vanish into a fate he could not escape. A story of crowns and cracks, of gods who bled and mortals who refused to forget - where even gods were not beyond breaking, and kindness was the cruelest mercy of all. Part 1 of my Loki x OC series - the Marvel universe and its plot do not belong to me, just my lovely addition!

A play on Journey To the West, throughout the story you follow the Chinese god Erlang Shen also known as Yang Jian as he finds himself in the realm of the Norse gods. He must try and survive, and figure out how he ended up in such a place. Let him take you on a treacherous journey full of trials and tribulations, filled with splendor, adventures, and misadventures with the other gods. This story is both dark fantasy, and science fiction. (Just a disclaimer warning this story contains bad language, violence, and mild sex scenes but nothing too explicit.) This version is also being properly proof read and edited, the other version was only a draft. This novel is currently a work in progress and has three more chapters to write)