Mythicpoetry Stories

In the deep heart of the earth, a lone seeker digs; not for gold or silver, but for what cannot be priced: the hidden light of the soul. Through years of silence, prayer, and perseverance, he discovers that faith is the pick that never dulls, and that the truest treasure is not beneath the mountain, but within it. A poetic tale of endurance, revelation, and divine encounter.

Just poems that hold some character...

I decided to be a bit vulnerable today

In the cursed region of Evia, where forests bleed and villages pray to gods that never answer, there lies a town forever marked by tragedy: Vaneka. For generations, supernatural creatures -lunar vampires, mud witches, werewolves, and ancient horrors- have ravaged its fields, consumed its prayers, and drained its history of hope. But now, someone walks among the bones. A woman. A hunter. A curse made flesh. Damira Jerovic, also called Damara, Damar, Damaris, Damra... She is Vaneka's final answer. Skin pale as porcelain. Eyes red as cursed embers. Hair as black as a falling shadow. And a rifle loaded with redemption. They call her the Vampireya, but she is neither saint nor monster- Damira is the blade that cuts the impossible. Surrounded by a forest teeming with enemies -the Malkian, the cosmic entity Zoryax, and the obsessive werewolf Valmor Luarcão- and a village that fears her more than it fears its own executioners, Damira becomes myth, weapon, and ruin. This book contains elegies, poetic visions, dark tales, and the testament of a woman who does not fight for glory... but because no one else will. A gothic horror story of cursed love, impossible redemption, and obsessions that leave no survivors. A cross soaked in blood. A scream Vaneka never dared to voice.