Mythic cerita

History is often an illusion of secrets. Beyond the maps we know lie forgotten kingdoms-lands of ancient power and architecturally impossible cities where myth isn't a memory, it's a heartbeat. When a college student crosses paths with a mysterious stranger, he is pulled from the safety of the lecture hall and thrust into a world where the laws of physics are merely suggestions. Now hunted by an alliance known as The Concordance, he and a band of gifted allies - each wielding dangerous abilities - must fight their way through 'Infernals' to uncover a forgotten prophecy. For it is said that long before their time, two opposing powers clashed in a war erased from history. And now... that war awakens once more. Adventure, danger, and mystery await in a story where myths are real, and the past is never truly gone.

Lost Sky is a YA fantasy about a boy who wakes to a world where the sun has stopped rising. Shadows hunt him, and light is his only refuge. And every flicker of that light pulls him farther from the home he aches to return to. This is a story carved from emotion. Grief and hope, fear and courage, the fragile spark that keeps us moving even when the world goes dark. Sky's journey is tense and eerie, wrapped in a haunting atmosphere that lingers. But it's also warm. Full of laughter, friendship, and the fierce loyalty of Wolf, the dog who refuses to leave his side. Together, they chase a destiny neither of them asked for, discovering strength in the places they least expect. Lost Sky is the kind of book that settles into your bones. It stays with you long after the final page, a reminder that even in the darkest world, light still chooses us. #yafantasy #HopefulFantasy #bookswithheart #quiethope

Meet Kizuki Imagawa-a thirteen-year-old girl who will lead you into a realm where haunting beauty dances with majestic chaos. This is no mere tale woven from imagination; it is a dream I have carefully documented, crafted to let you see and feel every breath of its world. Through Kizuki's eyes, you will journey deep into these pages, walking alongside her until the moment comes when you find yourself stirring awake, wondering if you too have just lived inside this dream.

What if Destiny requires Consent? "When Sky and Earth embrace, so shall be born the final God of the Untamed Wilds, he who is marked by Balance, and who shall overthrow the Nephilim of Va Allae even while crushing the Faeries of Haedel underfoot." - Prophecy of the Wild God Vydahr is a young Angel - a vampiric race of powerful magical beings that live for centuries - who lives with his family in the south-western corner of Naose in a place called the Vale. A place of megafauna and lingering Faerie magic, the Vale is vast and unforgiving to those unprepared for its challenges. Yet young Vydahr - not quite yet 18 at the beginning of this tale - moves through the misty groves and waving meadows as rhythmically as the seasons. In tune with himself and the natural world as he is, Vydahr does not rely on his skills and strength alone. He was raised by a great healer of sternly compassionate demeanor; a soft spoken, fox-clever tinkerer; and a distant warrior-scholar with the curiosity and capacity for mischief of a magpie. With the support of his aunt, uncle, and father as well as a cousin that always seems to find a way to convince Vydahr to participate in varied magical and mundane experiments, the young Angel will go on a journey to discover himself and his place in the world. Will Vydahr's Journey be one of destruction? Of creation? Or perhaps a third path will be revealed along the way... In Wildheart, identity isn't found in isolation, it's forged in the bonds we choose and the ones we're born into. Vydahr's path is anything but paved: marked by prophecy, tested by magic older than empires, and guided by family both bound by blood and found along the way. This is not just another high fantasy draped in rich lore. It's a story that serves a more intimate truth: that belonging gives us the strength to take the first steps toward who we are meant to become. Remember: No man is an island - not even a fledgling god.

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession.

this book isn't really at risk anymore. it's still here. and don't worry, i'm still alive :) Hello! This is my diary of becoming a real fox neko! Warning, this is 100% REAL. I am NOT kidding about this. And plz no hate. I try to update everyday! This book features my life becoming a mythic in a family of humans and a mother who doesn't really approve of this.. and for goodness sake, NO. COMMENTS. ASKING. ME. IF. I. WANT. TO. COLLABORATE. TO. MAKE. My. "STORY". MORE. APPEALING. this isn't a story, sheesh! enough with the trolling! I can't believe I had to mention this! Read on to see more! ;)

I did not choose them. The water did. Beneath a city that does not know it is dying, something ancient has begun to wake. A king walks in chains he cannot see. A sword waits for a hand worthy of its weight. A scabbard remembers an insult - and a promise. The illusion is thinning. The rebellion is breathing. Destiny is no longer patient. They think they are searching for answers. They do not realize... They are the answer. And when the blade finally blooms, Atlantis will remember what it once was. - Lady of the Lake Inara Pendragon Keeper of the Merlin Legacy

There are seven seas in this world and seven keys Robbie must find to unlock a treasure no one has ever claimed. One that no one even agrees exists. Robbie doesn't set sail for gold or glory. He goes because his life feels like a debt he's failing to repay, and the sea is the only place that doesn't ask him why. And maybe, just maybe, whatever treasure awaits at the world's end will help him find where he belongs. Guided by a strange map, Robbie searches the known seas for what might unlock the treasure. Along the way, he gathers an unlikely crew, one that slowly and quietly begins to feel a lot like home.

In the northern forest, there are stories about what stirs beneath the roots. They are told softly, passed between generations, half warning and half prayer. When a colony vanishes in a single night, fire is the easiest answer. Fire explains the smoke. Fire explains the ruin. Fire does not explain why the bodies were wrong or the continuous humming through the trees. This has happened before.

In a world where human virtues manifest as godlike creatures known as Archons, Yukito has trained his entire life to become a Beast Hunter-one of the warriors sworn to protect humanity from these beings, born from emotion, will, and fate itself. When his long-awaited initiation finally arrives, it should mark the beginning of the future he was promised. Instead, it becomes the moment everything begins to fracture. As corrupted Archons descend upon his home and the line between monster and victim begins to blur, Yukito is forced to confront a truth hunters are never taught to question. Joined by his best friend Takumi, a boy burdened by the weight of his family's legacy, and Akari, a girl with a suspicious, hidden past, Yukito's journey becomes more than a battle for survival. It becomes a struggle against destiny itself-and the terrifying question of who you are when the world has already decided for you.

When Molly moves to a quiet town, she wants only one thing - a fresh start. But a chance encounter at a market tears a crack in reality. There is a world that exists parallel to ours. A world where living walls breathe, plants sense fear, and creatures called Lactimols are born only once in a century. Phil remembers only a stolen wallet. Molly remembers more - far too much. And when Alexander appears, it becomes clear: she is no longer just an observer. She is the key. And if the Gruns find her before she understands her power, this town will be the first to disappear.

The world forgot the mermaids. They became legends whispered by tide and bone-stories told to frighten children and comfort the old. But legends do not die. They endure. She is the last deep-ocean mermaid, a living memory of a world that once balanced land, water, and beast. When the old bonds shattered, her kind dissolved themselves into myth to keep the world from breaking entirely. She alone remained-waiting, listening, remembering. Now the beast clans stir. Wolves, ravens, serpents, and leviathans feel the pull of something ancient waking at the shoreline. In this primal world-where humans never existed and survival is law-power is not claimed by force alone. Females choose. Mates endure. Bonds are earned through memory, strength, and recognition. Marked by living tattoos that awaken with each bond, she gathers those who kneel without collapsing and stand without dominance. But as more clans answer the call, the line between protector and conqueror blurs, and the world begins to push back. Because what gathers cannot remain hidden. And nothing primal ever returns quietly.

Margins Were Never Enough is a mythic chronicle of a woman who refused to compress her mind to fit the rooms she entered. Written in the tone of preserved manuscripts, this first chronicle traces the awakening of a voice once measured by narrow margins- and the architecture she built beyond them. Through archives of unsent letters, cathedrals of language, and winds that no longer explain themselves, the narrative explores articulation, discernment, and sovereign becoming. This is not a story of rebellion. It is a study of expansion. For those who have ever been told to shorten themselves, this manuscript offers something rarer than validation: Vastness A new chapter will be unveiled each week.

On Lunar New Year in Brooklyn's Chinatown, firecrackers split the sky and money moves faster than it should. Lin Yue has spent her life learning restraint. As heir to her family's quietly powerful empire, she understands that survival depends not on speed, but on control. But tonight, rival counting rooms burn, credit surges beyond reason, and prosperity begins to feel less like fortune-and more like warning. Then she sees him. Adrian Xu, the strategist who has shaped her decisions for a decade, was supposed to be overseas. Instead, he is waiting in a hidden room above the tea house, surrounded by figures who do not behave like businessmen. They are watching her. And when midnight strikes, Yue will learn that her empire has not been built for expansion. It has been built for impact.

The Fall of the Last Light is a dark mythic poem that tells the story of the final angel who stands between creation and oblivion. Clad in robes of black, white, and burning red, he bears a blade split between radiance and ruin - a sword forged from both salvation and sacrifice. As kingdoms crumble and the heavens fracture, the Last Light descends not to conquer, but to endure. His fall is not weakness - it is a chosen descent. In a world scorched by betrayal and fading faith, he becomes both martyr and myth, wielding a power that divides purity from wrath. This poem explores sacrifice, forgotten heroism, divine loneliness, and the cost of holding light in a world that fears it. It is a tale of celestial tragedy - where the brightest flame must burn itself away to give the darkness one final dawn.

These are not stories of events, but of thresholds. Each piece dwells in the charged spaces where something invisible shifts - at the brink between breath and silence, in the quiet measure between seconds, in the open hand that gives and aches, in the thunder that reminds the blood it belongs to something older than fear. They are meditations on endurance, surrender, defiance, and awe - sculpted reflections on what it means to stand small before vastness and yet remain wholly, fiercely alive. Not narratives of conquest or collapse, but of interior reckonings that echo long after the final line.

There are empires that rise by destiny, and there are empires that rise by hunger. The Dominion of Kaelor rose by hunger. In an age when mountains remembered their shaping and dragons slept beneath ice, King Malveris inherits a starving realm and a whispered prophecy: The Black Sun shall rise, and under its shadow all shall kneel. To save his kingdom, he declares war on the Ashen Wilds. The fire-spirits fall. The balance shatters. And the ancient Drathari awaken. As ambition turns to domination and survival becomes conquest, Malveris must decide how much blood a throne is worth - and whether power can ever be claimed without consequence.

A time of missing children. A city that refuses to admit what it has seen. And a detective whose own vision is starting to fail her. When a nine-year-old boy is found dead on a playground merry-go-round, crowned like a king, Detective Annie Archer knows the murder is not random. It is only the beginning of a ritual that will require her to look much more deeply. But her sight is not always reliable. Sometimes the world shifts when she looks too long. And sometimes patterns emerge where they should not exist.

The Stone chooses kings. It keeps them young. It makes them powerful.

"This is not about power, strength, or fame. It is about the inevitable fall of the human world..." If hands should fall, then stones shall rise. When darkness reigns, so too are those born to guard the light, those who prevail in darkness' height. The whole world is covered in darkness, every single creature walks in wickedness, no light, no sound of a good heart, no moral law, no righteous acts. Yet the stones prevailed, with great strength, able to lead or control the whole world. It is the duty of the so-called "Stone Overseers" to change the world's fate.