Истории Mythic

Mara has no memories before the day she woke on the cold stone floors of an Irish castle. Now a servant girl, she survives the cruelty of the royal court with quiet obedience-yet the sea calls to her with a voice she cannot ignore. Water whispers her name. Dreams haunt her. And something inside her is beginning to wake. Across the veil, a fae prince has spent years searching for the mate stolen from him the night of their bonding ceremony. The bond still pulls at him-faint, aching, alive. When he becomes a fae emissary, his first inspection sends him to a mortal kingdom by the sea... and straight into the path of the girl who should have never forgotten him. When their eyes meet, the truth stirs: Mara is not human. She is not lost. She was taken. As memories return and forbidden desire ignites, the prince uncovers a devastating secret-the kingdom that enslaved her has broken ancient treaty laws. And he will burn it to the ground before he lets them keep her. A stolen selkie princess. A fae prince bound by fate. A kingdom built on lies. Their reunion will shatter the mortal and fae realms forever.

Abandoned on her wedding night, Princess Thaleia Alexandroṣ wakes to find her husband missing, and a siege of suitors insisting he is dead. A handsome and mysterious traveler promises to help ward them off. But of course, all favors come at a cost... King Idir of Ilel has never wanted anything but peace and prosperity for his kingdom... until she appears, the priestess with strange eyes and promises of unfathomable power. How far will obsession take him? -You have forgotten, haven't you?-

Marco is thirteen, a kid who trusts facts, field guides, and the dream of becoming a wildlife biologist like his parents. He believes in what can be named, measured, and understood. But the world has stopped behaving. Animals act wrong. Ravens follow him. A girl's pendant glows when she's happy. A castle flickers between ruin and beauty. Magic isn't something Marco wants. It isn't something he believes in. But it's here anyway, mythic, wild, and impossible to ignore. As strange creatures and dangerous pursuers slip into his quiet California town, Marco must decide whether to hold on to the safety of what he knows or step into a reality that is bigger, stranger, and more alive than anything he ever imagined.

In a world carved by crusade, betrayal, and fragile miracles, A Saga of Forsaken Banners follows warriors and wanderers whose lives are bound by blood, violence, and the choices that break them. The story begins in blood and mud: a nineteen‑year‑old routier knight named Asger crawls from the wreckage of a slaughter he was never meant to survive. A boy refuses to abandon him - the first flicker of grace in a life shaped by brutality. From that moment, Asger's path winds through shattered loyalties, unlikely friendships, and the slow, painful work of becoming something other than what the world made him. But far from the battlefield, Jerusalem trembles. King Baldwin IV - brilliant, young, and dying - holds the kingdom together with a will stronger than his failing body. Sibylla stands poised between duty and destiny. And beneath the palace stones, something moves: Templars shifting in silence, informants disappearing, letters diverted, a clasp passed between men like a whispered vow. Into this shadow steps Hemming - Asger's elder brother, a templar shaped by pride, shame, and the belief that glory belongs only to those who seize it. He is the kingdom's blade... and its fracture. Asger seeks purpose. Hemming seeks destiny. Jerusalem stands between them - and it may not survive the brothers who were never meant to meet again...

Ron deleted his demon. Now he must face it again inside Strange Way Park. Not everyone walks out.

War breeds war. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione brought down the Dark Lord, they believed the nightmare had ended. They were wrong. Voldemort's reign left more than ruins in its wake. It left fractures - in families, in loyalties, in magic itself. Some wounds heal. Others fester. And from those wounds, something has begun to rise. Years after the battle of Hogwarts, the trio - and the entire wizarding world - must confront a force born not of ambition, but of consequence. A threat shaped by the very war they thought they had survived. This time, victory may demand more than courage. It may demand the last spell ever cast.

One Symorian. Infinite threads. At the center of reality lies the Loom of Fate, where every thread dictates a destined outcome. But when that balance fractures, the weave begins to unravel-and fate is no longer absolute. What happens when Dylora confronts something beyond even the system she helped create?

​After a mysterious incident, Sherlock found himself in the middle of nowhere. ​With no answers to guide him, he begins a new life in a world of mysteries.​After joining an adventurer's guild led by a scholar, he journeys across unknown lands to recollect the broken shards of his memory. ​What begins as a simple journey soon becomes something that transcends space and time.​As conflicts rise and strange truths begin to surface, the line between fate and something far older starts to blur. ​And when the stars themselves begin to falter-the grass withers and the flowers fall. ​A journey through the stars and the abyss. ​What will remain in a world that forgets everything? ##New chapter every Thursday and Monday##

Story Description "You're still reading? Interesting." - Fourth Wall "Y'all don't even know what you've gotten into. This isn't a story. It's a case file. And the patient? He's been breaking charts for 11 quintillion years." - Fifth Wall NULLIS is not a hero. He is not a villain. He is what happens when Absolute Life and Absolute Death have a child, hand him every power in existence, and then leave him to figure out what "existing" even means. This is a cosmological horror-drama about a god who didn't ask to be one - a being who has committed genocides across megaverses, adopted a human son, lost him, burned armies to ash, and is currently being hunted by a multiversal media corporation that edits his face onto wanted posters. And he's tired. The story follows Nullis across eons, forms, and psychological fractures. One episode he's making star-pancakes for his black-hole daughters. The next he's erasing 600 universes because someone annoyed him. There is no consistent tone. There is only him - a shape-shifting, form-splitting, depression-manifesting absolute who has 37,000+ autonomous aspects living inside his head (literally). Some of them eat people. Some of them just want to play Uno for 40 years. WARNING: Characters will be introduced, traumatized, and occasionally deleted. The narrative will break the fourth wall so often that the fifth wall had to be built. Forms come, forms go, and the death count is best measured in "novemdecillions." If you're looking for a neat, linear superhero story, you are in the wrong multiverse. You have been warned by Fourth Wall. And Fifth Wall. And probably Third Wall if you listen closely.

Before the story begins, there is a world. Before the world, there is a tree whose roots thread through everything. Her name is Ysildras, and from her heart she made MirMarnia. This is one of her stories. Nix is fourteen years old when his magic erupts without warning and tears a wound through time itself. Half Tiorian Lightweaver, half Caelvarae, he is something MirMarnia has never seen before. He stumbles out of a tear in time, wounded and changed, into the company of three friends. But what emerges from that tear in the air is not quite the boy they knew. Something ancient and dangerous has woken in him, something none of them, least of all Nix, are prepared for. What follows will take all four of them further than any map can reach, through sentient rivers and living forests, through ancient cities grown in the canopy of Eldertrees, through temporal mist migrations and labyrinths and the slow, extraordinary discovery of who they actually are to each other. MirMarnia is an epic literary fantasy twenty years in the making. It has its own language, its own cosmology, its own bestiary, and its own calendar, woven through every chapter. ------------------------------------------- (Artworks on my cover and in my content are originals created by me, either in pencil, pastel, watercolour, or in Procreate using oil paint brushes, Eaglehawk brushes, or smudge tools) Following Chapter 8 on 27 April 2026, new chapters will appear every Monday at 6:30pm (UK time).

"I'm the one who got you this far, no?" I swivelled back around to fully face her, taking a couple steps closer. She sprung to her feet and my movement forced her to back up, spine hitting the wall behind her. "Or have you already forgotten that part, temptress?" Her nose wrinkled, displeasure appearing in her expression as she kept her eyes on mine. "I wish you would stop calling me that. It makes me nauseous." I grinned and moved one last final stride toward her. I studied her for a moment, tilting my head as a hint of redness creeped up onto her cheeks. "Do you usually blush when you're nauseous, darling? Or is that just for me?" She is the spark that refuses to die. He is the silence that swallows the world. ________ Esmeralda Rosewood killed her friends. Or at least, that's what everyone else believes. She still remembers the moment the cave trembled beneath her touch instantly when her fingers brushed the ancient scythe, said to belong to the god of death, but most importantly? The silence that followed when she was the only one left standing out of her friends shook her with fears she couldn't explain. Silas Rowan Blackwell is the death god's name mortals whisper in fear. When the earth shifts and the gods awaken after centuries of being dormant in the heavens, Silas turns his attention to the one who touched the scythe. To him, she is not a girl or a princess: she is a threat. One who may destroy the world with power she does not understand... or save it.

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. No placement, but this tale has gotten a 95/100 in the Triquetra Awards Short Story category!

After the Final Conflict, the multiverse was reborn-but not as it once was. Now known as the Omniversal Expanse, reality itself has evolved, shifting into an endless cycle of creation and ascension. However, an anomaly emerges-The Paradox Rift, a realm outside time that defies all known laws of existence. Kei and Teri, once warriors of balance, are now revered as Eternals of the Omniverse, guiding the new realms. But when echoes of an ancient power, The Unwritten One, begin corrupting the Expanse, they are forced into a journey beyond the limits of creation itself. To stop this force, they must unlock the Laws of Infinite Ascension, an ultimate power hidden within the very essence of reality. However, this knowledge comes at a cost-if they succeed, they will transcend beyond all existence, but if they fail, the Omniversal Expanse will collapse into non-being.

This is a story about a boy named Kyle, who was chosen by his Great Grandfather's grimoire, to capture the creatures who escaped a hidden magic island, and bring them back to where they belong.

He's a Vampire King. She's a human with the power to destroy him. From the Fold he comes, invading her human realm in a bloodthirsty quest to find the one who destroyed his realm. She's just trying to live a level above just existing. Born with the unique ability to see fairy tale creatures, she folds in on herself living a life of a quiet librarian's assistant. Not one to stir up trouble, her life drastically changes when she encounters the Vampire King. Both drawn and repelled, she begins to come out of her shell. He thinks he has her fooled but she knows what he is. The fact that they can converse is only the beginning. His sarcastic wit and her biting satirical delivery starts a complicated waltz that elevates her and lowers him until they are on even ground. Then the battle really begins. Love doesn't factor into their dance or does it? Every encounter sees her walls crumbling. Every conversation sees him toppling off his high horse. Will their dance end with the destruction of both realms or will it reveal that all is not as it seems? Time will tell. If they're lucky both realms will not only survive but thrive. If not, there will be war.

This started out as an avian journal, but along the way I realized that I'm actually a fae, so as of chapter 8, that is the focus of my journal. I do however discuss a number of theories earlier on which might be helpful for context later.

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. No man is an island - not even a fledgling god.

In a world where gods are worshipped as saviors... one boy learned the truth. Astra believed in them. Prayed to them. Trusted that they would protect his world. But on the day everything was taken from him... the gods did nothing. No miracle came. No voice answered. Only silence... and destruction. That silence didn't just break him-it created something far more dangerous. Now, in a world where even gods can fall, Astra stands as the one who no longer believes... but destroys. This is not a story of heroes. This is the story of a boy who was betrayed by gods... and became their end.

Coming soon! History will argue with what I am about to say. It prefers its wars clean, its gods infallible, and its monsters simple. This story is none of those things. I did not intend to have a son. Demons do not intend such things. We do not build futures. We endure them. And yet, somewhere between a war I no longer remember and a love I was never meant to feel, the impossible occurred. He was born. Orm. A contradiction wrapped in flesh. Angel and demon braided together with something far more dangerous... humanity. I watched him grow among creatures that should have devoured him, learning their hunger, their cruelty. I expected him to become one of us. He did not. He became something worse. He chose. That is the part no one understands. Not Heaven with all its rules, not Hell with all its appetite. Choice is the one force neither side has ever managed to chain. He chose to fight. He chose to protect. He chose, disastrously, to love. And in doing so, he broke a plan set in motion long before either of us existed. I have lived long enough to see empires rise and fall like careless tides. I have seen angels burn and demons kneel. None of it concerns me anymore. But this does. Because when my son chose love, the universe did something unexpected. It answered.

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