Mythic Stories

Once, he was a hero. Now, he's a fugitive. After being falsely accused of crimes he didn't commit, Y/N L/N disappears from New York, leaving the world to believe Spider-Man is gone. Stripped of purpose and hunted by those he once called allies, he drifts across the ocean, only to crash onto a lawless island ruled by pirates and warlords. Captured, beaten, and left for dead, Y/N is saved by the mysterious Rakyat tribe, who see in him the spirit of Anansi, the Spider God of creation and chaos. Reforged through ancient rites and scarred by new power, he becomes something far more dangerous than the hero he once was. To some, he's a savior. To others, a curse. But to the islands, he is a legend whispered in fire and blood. Once a hero. Now, he is a Rakyat.

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! ;)

Lee Heeseung was not a man who was easily impressed. Nothing came easily to him not people, not emotions, not satisfaction. His mind was sharp enough to cut, and so was everything else about him. Elders lowered their voices around him. Colleagues avoided his gaze. He had been studying medicine since fourteen. At twenty, he was already one of Korea's best surgeons and a billionaire. The only person who ever softened him was Kim Sunoo... His ex.

A quiet story where nothing breaks - and yet everything shifts. On a calm street, ordinary days begin to feel slightly wrong. Bodies react, objects change, and care slowly turns into responsibility. No one announces the impossible - it simply takes root. This is a slow, uncanny novel about liminal states, fragile trust, and the moment when something unfamiliar becomes impossible to ignore.

ASHURA SYSTEM: DEVOURER OF FANGS In a world overrun by dungeons, monsters, and fallen gods, Kael Thorne is weak, unranked, and forgotten. Left to die in a death dungeon, he survives by killing a monster with his own hands-and awakens the Ashura System. With the power to copy one ability from every monster he slays, Kael begins a slow, brutal climb toward strength. But each stolen power fractures his soul, and the line between hero and monster grows thinner with every kill. As gods stir and realms collide, Kael must decide what kind of being he will become in a world where power is taken, not given.

They say there exists a being powerful enough to grant any wish-an ancient, neutral deity who values the balance of nature above the desires of individuals. Though most divine beings remain impartial, there was one moment when neutrality was broken, and the greatest request was allowed to be made. The wish? To fall... From that wish, certain beings were born with extraordinary abilities. These powers could only be awakened when two soulmates found one another-abilities usable only together, only with mutual consent. Some could create devastating explosions; others could accelerate life itself, aging plants, animals, or even the world around them. The possibilities were endless, but only for the gifted. To survive, these creatures hide behind human forms. Some fall in love with humans and choose ordinary lives. Others are compelled to search for their missing half, despite having no memory of them. Their memories are erased as a test-of devotion, of loyalty, of love. J'Zara is something different. She is an unnatural phenomenon-divine without knowing why, powerful without understanding her origin. Captured and experimented on for years by those she only remembers as monsters, she lived as a lab rat, restrained and tested until one day they vanished, leaving behind only her broken chains and a bloodstained facility. With no memories except her name and her abilities, J'Zara steps into the world determined to uncover the truth-about what she is, what was done to her, and what remains of the life she lost.

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.

In a world once fractured by shadows, a hidden valley begins to breathe again. Elena and her partner never expected to become guardians of a new age - not until the birth of their twins, Solara and Noctis. One carries warmth like dawn. The other holds stillness like dusk. Together, they awaken the ancient harmony the world has long forgotten. As the valley stirs with new life, old wounds rise to the surface. A scarred wanderer searching for redemption, an Architect learning to mend what he once broke, and a family discovering their own strength must walk a path shaped by light, shadow, and second chances. With the mountain's Second Heart pulsing beneath their feet, the twins begin to change the world around them - not through power, but through gentleness. Through connection. Through the quiet magic of simply being themselves. Elena and the Hunter: The First of Their Kind is a mythic, emotional fantasy about healing, chosen family, and the courage it takes to rebuild what was lost. A story where even the smallest hands can reshape the future, and where hope grows in the softest places. For readers who believe in redemption, in harmony, and in the kind of magic that feels like coming home.

A generation after the world learned to listen, it begins to fall silent again. Taren Mekh has spent his life tracing the living heartbeat of the earth - the Pattern - the sentient network that once united humanity through shared empathy. But when the Resonant Spires across the world suddenly go mute, only Taren hears the faint counter-tone: a shadow frequency that no one else can detect. Sent by the Listening Guild to investigate, Taren and his small team - the seasoned captain Seren Vale, the restless engineer Aron Kael, and others drawn by curiosity or faith - set out across a landscape still learning how to be alive. From deserts of singing glass to cities built on living music, they follow the trail of silence to the edge of the known world, where the Pattern's voice disappears entirely. What they uncover beneath the sands of Eversong is not absence, but memory. The world's consciousness has begun to withdraw - hiding parts of itself that remember fear, jealousy, and longing. And from those hidden depths, something else is awakening: the Archivist, a being born from everything the Pattern tried to forget. As empathy collapses into fragmentation, Taren faces a deeper crisis - the pull between his mother Lira Mekh, who leads a sect preaching emotional independence from the Pattern, and the legacy of his ancestor Anaya, whose final map once taught the world to listen. Torn between connection and solitude, faith and autonomy, Taren must decide whether silence is decay - or evolution. To heal the world, he may have to unmap it entirely.

When the blood moon rises over the ruins of Virellia, two enemies - Kael, last of the Emberborn, and Sylra, heir to the Icebound - must forge a forbidden alliance. Together, they descend into the Hollow to face the Trial of Shadows, where memory is the weapon and regret is the battlefield. A mythic tale of elemental power, ancient secrets, and the spark of a new world.

(A Star Wars Fanfiction) Gomni Cusai (pronounced go-m-knee koo-sigh) walks a path the galaxy refuses to name. In the ashes of the Old Republic and the rise of Imperial rule, he moves through forgotten outposts, hunted worlds, and fractured alliances. Neither Jedi nor Sith, he follows the Veiled Path: a quiet, perilous balance between light and shadow. Across these episodic tales, Gomni confronts Inquisitors, lost Padawans, broken rebels, and the ghosts of his own failures. Some call him a traitor. Others whisper he is a myth. But in every corner of a war-torn galaxy, one truth remains: Balance never chooses sides. It chooses those brave enough to bear the cost. A fan-written Star Wars chronicle honoring both canon and legends, expanding the legacy of the Gray Jedi through original characters, mythic storytelling, and deep Force-lore exploration.

In the radiant kingdom of Lumeria, protection comes at a terrible cost.A story of quiet love, inherited violence, and the cost of survival, The Shadow of Silence is about consent, legacy, and the courage it takes to end what should never have existed. Some legends are born in fire. Others are born when someone finally chooses to be silent no longer.

Crime. Disease. Riots. No pattern. No motive. A city unravels inside a five-kilometer radius. As authorities scramble for answers, unseen forces debate whether humanity can be saved. And at what cost. Sacrifice is a dark, speculative short story by Philip Carrera, blending mystery, moral tension, and mythic realism...where the cure may be more disturbing than the disease.

A metafictional lore codex for the Dayverse, exploring layered reality, authorial boundaries, and entities that cannot be represented. Written as fragmented records and restricted archive entries, it exists to explain not what the Dayverse is-but why certain truths cannot appear within it.

Centuries of silence have erased his name. In Ashen Wells, a child's dream awakens a god long forgotten. As whispers rise and faith divides, the village must decide: will they remember, or will silence claim them once more? Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. Author's Note: The cover image was found via Pinterest. All rights belong to the original creator. No copyright infringement is intended-this story is my original work.

CONTENT WARNING: Extreme Violence & Gore Mass Death / Genocide Moral Ambiguity / Antihero Protagonists Dark Psychological Themes (madness, despair, etc) Story by: Chesscak Art by: Miaoramiao They were never men. They were fragments of gods. And the world was their playground. The Demonic Book of Sin unleashes magic and summon horrors across kingdoms. Centuries later, the Holy Book of Virtue, radiating divine light to save humanity-but in its quest for righteousness, it becomes the very tyrant he sought to oppose. As the last remnants of mankind cling to survival, these two forces of nature collide, and a grim truth emerges: humanity was never the prize. The game was theirs all along. Blood, fire, and divine wrath. Heroes and monsters. Two sides of the same coin, bound by eternity-and a cosmic jest that spares no one. Will salvation come from man... or from the books themselves?

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

The sea is a cruel mistress, as some may say. However, for the oldest family on Idir na Farraigí, the sea is not cruel at all - she is of them, and they are of her. Bronagh Ó Loinsigh, the last female child of the descendants of Muirín, Mother of the Island, has returned home to learn of her family's history after years of exile to the mainland. There, under the tutelage of her estranged, but loving, mother, Bronagh learns that she is not only the daughter of a sea-faring family but a daughter of the sea Herself.

A timeless fable of compassion and quiet revolution. Long ago, in a world ruled by tyrants and foolish God-Kings, there rose a black-haired Scarlet Queen. She did not conquer with swords, but with kindness. She gave stages to starving actors, work to poor poets, shelter to the illiterate and the mad. Her knights guarded not borders, but the vulnerable. Her army was made of artists - those the powerful had dismissed as fools.