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The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

The ruthless Èṣù of the Ina Era must choose between completing his succession through further absorption or breaking the law that made him at the risk of leaving the world unbalanced.

Kshetra: Where the Earth Confesses Arjun Mehra builds bridges for the government. The Devi uses his hands to dig. A routine posting to a forgotten village was supposed to mean dust and files. One wrong survey stake changed everything. Arjun disturbed a Kshetra - sacred ground no one dared to touch - and woke a power older than his name. Now blessed and bound by the Devi's voice, he sees what villages spent generations burying. Old sins. Broken vows. Blood beneath the soil. Each Kshetra he steps on cracks the line between concrete and myth wider. Her call is pulling him across India now - to cursed wells, silent shrines, and fields that remember every lie. He builds roads by day. By night, she drags him to the roads paved in blood. _Modern maps lie. The earth never does._

A red-haired girl. A forgotten storm. A forest haunted by memory. When nine-year-old Anne shatters a strange model landscape, she's pulled into a world where ghosts remember, toys talk, and the past bites back. Lost in the Ghost Forest with only a battered backpack for company, she must navigate riddles, tyrants, and the things she once chose to forget. This is not a hero's journey. It's a reckoning. Firecurl in the Ghost Forest is Book I of a mythic fantasy trilogy - part adventure, part fable, part emotional exorcism. 🔗 More at: https://firecurl.com

Once worshiped by all mankind, the Greek Deities have near been forgotten. Worshiping of them ceasedas the Christian movement set in, and they are thought t no longer exist. But this is far from true. They are dormant, and unseen. But you can not kill a God. They have indeed been watching, and much like the likes of Herakles and Perseus, they have found favourites within today’s society. These favourites are gifted. In mortality and some cases Immortality. With unique affects and abilities, they move and live in the City Of Angels. Carrying out regular lives as the Gods wished they could. Some believe these chosen are blessed when they reach a certain stage in life. Others say it is near death when the Gods step in to aid their favourite, blessing them with a second chance. When one of their own is kidnapped, the divine group must follow the footsteps of ancient heroes to get her back.

The tower does not appear for everyone. Only for those who are tired of pretending. Dee's Cage Room is a place that breathes, remembers, and waits. Inside its walls hangs a cage that does not imprison - it reflects. Those who step inside are confronted with the truths they've buried and the shadows they refuse to name. This is not a story about salvation. It is a story about revelation. Book I of The Cage Room Mythos opens the door to a legend whispered across a dreaming world, where lanterns remember the past and the cage shows you who you are when the lies fall away. Enter willingly.

Set in a cyberpunk future, this novel explores memory, identity, and encrypted legacy. Teenager Elijah Stone uncovers a forgotten covenant buried in the code of New Phoenix-a city ruled by Cain Robotics and haunted by ancient tech.

Timeless tales of Norse mythology are reborn in a series of unique, noir-inspired short stories. Drawing from the most well-known legends-signs of Ragnarok, conflicts between gods and giants, and Loki's devious schemes-the series adds fresh perspectives and layers of mystery. Each story reimagines an iconic Norse myth, woven with intrigue, crime, and investigations. Readers will journey through the mystical realms alongside Thor, Freyja, Heimdall, Tyr, and other gods, unraveling betrayals, murders, and hidden dangers. All of this unfolds within a larger narrative arc that gradually builds toward the apocalyptic events of Ragnarok. This series offers a dark, captivating, and emotionally charged exploration of Norse mythology's reimagined world. Each story is a piece of a larger puzzle, steadily guiding readers from the origins to the climactic final battle of Ragnarok.

(Original English Version). • Gothic Free Verse and Dramatic Monologue. • Dark Fantasy Theatricality: The cold, cynical verdict of a deity over a mortal's inevitable downfall. A grim exploration of hypocrisy, sin, and humiliation in the midst of war.

They believed that Greek gods were just legends, some made up stories that no one bothered to look back at , but what happens when you get a map from those books, meet new people who claim you're in danger, discovering that you're supposed to save the world. If I tell you Greek gods are alive and everything is real, would you believe me, highly unlikely . That's what the did too until they were proved wrong. Everything was normal just a few days ago.

The flame has split. The flame has chosen. Zariah Baptiste is no longer just the heir of Nyah Sungbo or the keeper of ancestral fire-she is Nia'tari, the Flame That Chooses. But creation is never without consequence. As her power evolves, so too does the darkness that once slumbered beneath the earth. A new threat rises-Veyra, born from the fire Zariah tried to forget. She is vengeance without memory. A future corrupted before it could even begin. Across continents, names vanish from history. Elders fall silent. And deep in a salt-cracked temple, something older than gods watches with hunger in its golden eye. Now, Nia'tari must face the shadow of her own becoming, protect Ayika-the last Firstborn-and confront the cost of choosing creation over destruction. Because the fire no longer just remembers... It dreams. And dreams, once awakened, can burn the world clean.

Serenity learns she is destined to defeat Argasis once he comes back again. Maine rounds up 8 mutant orphans. Defeating them all in battle and making a group amongst all of them while giving them food and a place to stay. Serenity is confronted by Maine and easily beaten but he does not harm her greatly. He sends the other mutant orphans after all of the Zodiacs. The mutant orphans end up being defeated by them. However a new evil is brewing and already claiming lives. They are attacked once again but by a different enemy and no one knows who it is... yet. Each chapter is from my birth chart (natal chart). Each expressed (the themes, meaning) in the context of each chapter as the book unfolds.

In a realm where the sun no longer rises, the last heir to the throne must embrace her fate. Veiled from the world and haunted by a past long buried, she carries the key to a forgotten power. But darkness gathers, and truth offers no refuge. To restore light to Elaria, she must become more than a queen; she must become a legend.

When dawn forgets to arrive, the bell that wakes Dralen falls silent-and a whole village holds its breath. Seventeen-year-old Taren, a runner with more speed than sense, finds himself tangled in the problem: a cracked bell, a stubborn cliff, and a bell keeper whose patience could carve stone. In a town where sound shapes rhythm, silence means danger. As Taren races to mend the dawn, he stumbles into something deeper than broken metal-an echo between people, place, and purpose. From the cliffs that hum with memory to the quarrels that keep the world turning, Dralen must learn to argue politely with the impossible... and remember why they ring at all. A Sylren folktale of rhythm, stubborn hope, and the echo that binds a village together.

In the wind-washed west of Éire, where rain carries the memory of forgotten gods, Eithne grows into her sixteenth winter torn between two worlds. The new faith tightens its grip on her kin, yet the old ways still murmur to her in river-song and raven-cry. Her aunt demands silence; her uncle offers gentle refuge. But Eithne's soul has already been claimed by something older, something bright. When Imbolc returns, a strange dream pulls her to the battered cliffs of her homeland. There she encounters Bríg, the goddess of fire, healing, and the first trembling breath of spring-radiant as dawnlight, sorrowful as a world fading from memory. Bríg speaks to the part of Eithne that has never forgotten her ancestors' songs, awakening a gift that stirs like a spark in dry tinder. Sent to the mist-wrapped isle of Inishmaine, Eithne discovers that the boundary between mortal and divine is not a wall but a veil-thin, trembling, and eager to tear. Ancient powers gather around her, recognizing her as a bridge between belief and forgetting. The old gods are not gone; they are waiting for someone who can still hear them. As visions deepen and the air around her begins to shimmer with unseen flame, Eithne must choose whether to quiet her gift forever...or become the voice of a world slipping into shadow. For the land remembers. The gods remember. And Eithne is the spark that may yet rekindle them.

When the heavens forget their shape, a single star flickers across worlds. Bazen, a weary king of a crumbling realm, abandons his throne to follow the trembling light beyond the northern ridge. What he finds is no palace, no prophecy fulfilled in grandeur, but a quiet birth that will remake kingdoms-his own and perhaps ours, under the same star.

When a young soul named Eirian Branwen drifts between life and death, a raven comes to guide her across the shimmering threshold of Annwn-the Otherworld where ancestors wait in shadow and light. Along the silver path of Arianrhod, she discovers that death is not an ending, but a return. Blending Celtic myth with timeless themes of loss, memory, and renewal, Crossing into Annwn is a lyrical short story about the eternal wheel that turns all souls home, and the raven who carries them between worlds.

In 1830s New Orleans, the dead do not rest-and neither do the sins of the powerful. When Seraphine DuRue, a rumored blood-witch healer, is accused of resurrecting the dead, she becomes the city's next offering to its sugar-coated monsters. Lucien Vale, a witch-hunter bound by his own curse, is sent to drag her into the light. But Rue Noire hides saints carved from bone, spirits hungry for justice, and a woman whose blood may burn the city down. Love is forbidden. Magic is outlawed. And salvation always demands a sacrifice.

Now that Romi has reignited the thirty-two erased bloodlines and shattered the age of flamebound Houses, the world is no longer ruled by silence-but by chaos. Across the Five Provinces, newly awakened flamebearers are rising. But not all of them seek peace. Some want revenge. Some want power. Some want to rewrite the world entirely. Romi becomes the symbol of a movement-but movements fracture. When a dangerous faction called The Ash Sovereigns emerges-descendants of the most destructive of the Erased Houses-Romi must decide: Does she lead them? Does she stop them? Or does she burn down the throne before anyone can sit on it? And in the ruins of the High House, a spark of the old flame awakens... Edros was not the last keeper.

Cursed by a demon to lose a piece of his heart every time he does good, a man devoted to helping others struggles between his purpose and his damnation.