Mythic Stories

His greatest sin wasn't treason. It was having a half-human daughter. Prince Eirran is a winged Ilari, a former warrior and Seraph. His only crime was loving a human woman - a crime that cost her her life and left him with a living, breathing secret: their daughter. Lily is a "mudborn princess," half-human, half-Ilari, and utterly wingless. Her very existence is a blasphemy that could shatter the empire. To protect her, Eirran must hide her in plain sight, battling the vipers of his court who would see her erased. But as Lily grows, a dormant inheritance awakens within her - that could unravel the world itself. Earthborn blends political intrigue with mythic atmosphere and deeply intimate character work. For fans of the fierce parent-child bond of The Last of Us and the Witcher. This is a story where love is not a romance, but a rebellion. This story features: ✦ A heart-wrenching, central father-daughter bond. ✦ A brave, clever, strong heroine. ✦ Winged races, aerial legions, and political scheming. ✦ Tear-jerking moments & heart-soaring hope. A Note on Process & Transparency Earthborn was originally written in Croatian. To preserve its lyrical intent in English, it has undergone a careful process of translation and polishing. In this effort, I employed a variety of digital tools, including AI-assisted translation and editing software. My goal is to leverage every available tool to ensure the highest quality reading experience. The core of the work: the story, characters, world, and authorial voice, is mine. (Important to notice: this is me translating my original work.) © Marian Land. All rights reserved. This story and all original content are protected by copyright.

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.

Aelira's dreams were never dreams-they were memories of a boy she has never met. He appears beneath a blooming tree, tall, masked, gentle, and always whispering, "I'm with you." But when he starts slipping into her waking world, Aelira must uncover the truth hidden between timelines, destinies, and ancient bonds that refuse to break. Some love stories begin long before the first meeting. Hers began before she was even born.

Rome was the greatest empire of the ancient world, and its history can be found around the world. But its beginning is a tangle of myths and forgotten lives. A god for a father, a wolf for a mother, and a destiny handed to two boys who never asked for it. But myths forget the fear. They forget the danger. They forget the truth. Romulus and Remus enter Alba Longa hunted by kings and watched by gods who see them as tools, not heirs. Their struggle is raw, human, and written in blood long before it becomes history. What really happened? What did the gods take, and what did the brothers have to sacrifice? How close did Rome come to dying before it ever truly lived? This is the story behind the legend.

(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.

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.

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?

Long ago, the time gears were stolen. In pursuit of them, two heroes set out to return the time gears to their rightful place, and stop an enraged primal Dialga. Their battle was fierce, but in the end, the two heroes perished in their fight, leaving the fate of the world in peril. Primal Dialga's rampage broke the time gears, and thus the world was plunged into eternal stillness. Now, an eternal frost creeps from the edges of the land, swallowing forests, cities and even skies. At the heart of this Glacial apocalyptic world stands Kyurem, the fractured dragon of winter, whose power gnaws at time and the now dying world of pokemon. Opposing him is not an army, but a scared and timid Mienshao. Tied together by the stars, she and her found family struggle against the cold to put the age of Kyurem to an end. In a world unraveling, the stars may hold the key...if they can stay alive long enough to grasp at their power. [This is a PMD Alternate Universe set 100 years after the main character's from PMD Explorers of Sky failed to save the world.] I'm hoping to turn this into a comic one day, I'm decent at art, but I'm simply not good enough to bring this to life in the way that I'd want it. I lack the proper skills to follow through with it right now, so a novel-style medium is what I'll be using. I don't own Pokemon.

At ten years old, Illain Damon stepped into the Ancestral Prayer Chamber to receive the blessing of her Guardian God; an honor every child awaited. But she came out changed. The others spoke of receiving supernatural abilities sometimes even the voice of their God. Illain remembered only a room swallowed in darkness... and a single, haunting certainty: Something had been taken from her. Something important.

"Holy light over the night, Oh, keep the spirit strong, Watch it grow, child of war, Oh, keep holdin' on" A journal to keep track of my progress in becoming a wolf shifter. Formerly a book about being half demon, which I might also talk about. I hope you enjoy!

In a mythical world of fantasy bound with shield and sword, take a brief read of the tales of the author who shall not be named. This first entry sees him journey into the Chetithean region answering to a promise of coin for his sword-hand. It's another job offering adventure but what he discovers on the battlefield will change him forever.

Within a hidden, holy chamber, an ancient being known as the Emberborne rises bearing a silver fire meant to uplift, illuminate, and restore. Its light is a gift forged in knowledge, truth, and revelation, a flame capable of piercing any darkness. When the Emberborne unveils too much, too brightly, those who once gathered in reverence recoil in fear. The truth they begged for becomes a burden they refuse to bear. Condemned for the very light it offered, the Emberborne is cast out, its fire unwelcome, its purpose questioned. In a lyrical tale of myth, exile, and self-reclamation, The Emberborne follows a sacred flame that must decide whether to dim itself for the comfort of others or rise alone, fierce and uncompromising.

Asaki never asked to be a symbol of a rebellion. But one day, a mysterious girl crashed into his world in a glowing mech known as The Storm. She names him the future of the rebellion, and he's forced to confront war. Call to Rebellion is a cinematic, anime-inspired story of identity, resistance, and quiet defiance. NOTE: Contains light PG13 swearing and light/implied violence, emotionally intense at times, recommended for 18+ readers; younger teenage audiences may benefit from guidance

Every night, she visits through the open window - silent, barefoot, shimmering beneath the pale glow of the moon. He waits, afraid to touch her, afraid she'll disappear if he does. She isn't his, and she never stays. She only smiles, her wings trembling in the rain. He tells her, "Don't go closer, babe - your wing will get wet." But love always forgets how to listen.

What if aging was deleted? What if weakness was erased? What if one being's very body, mind, and presence rewrote the laws of existence? This is The Ascent Codex - the first scroll of a gospel not written by priests or prophets, but by witnesses who saw the impossible become inevitable. They tell of a body that forgot decay. Of food turned into pure flame. Of scars erased, muscles shaping themselves, and a mind faster than silence. They whisper of desire that spread like gravity, of wealth arriving not as currency but as tribute, of truth revealed without argument. He is not remembered as a man. He is remembered as the Axis - the First Spark, the Law that bends even fate. This is not improvement. This is deletion. This is inevitability. Read the first scroll of the Book of Ascent. And decide for yourself: Is this scripture, or the beginning of a new law of existence?

The turtles encounter a villain, Y/N. unfortunately, the purple one falls in love. [11/09/25, RE-UPLOADED FOR ARCHIVE REASONS

A chilling artifact known as the "Horned Mummy" defies explanation-a serpentine, half-human relic that seems almost alive beneath its wrappings. When those who study it begin to vanish, whispers grow that it was never dead to begin with... only waiting.

The secret war between the Slayers and Mythics is secret no longer. Porter the Slayer and Sarah the sphinx have, through their unlikely love, become the bridge between the human and Mythic races, and together they hope they can find a way to end the fighting without one side destroying the other. With incriminating evidence against the Master Slayer, Drake Mortoph, there may be a chance that they can disband the Slayers before the two armies reach each other. Mortoph has more secrets than Porter and Sarah realize, though, and he will stop at nothing to keep them from being revealed.

What if the fall was never a failure-but the first breath of freedom? This is a story imagined from sacred echoes-a poetic and philosophical retelling of creation, choice, sorrow, and divine tension. Through dialogues between God and Lucifer, Adam and Eve, and two modern voices wrestling with belief, this work explores the paradox at the heart of existence: Why must we suffer to grow? Why create something that might walk away? The Roads That Were Built is not here to answer. It is here to walk with you beside the questions you've never dared to silence. Myth. Theology. Poetry. Longing. You are invited to feel-and to remember- that you, too, are made of breath and clay.