Mythics Stories

this book isn't really at risk anymore. it's still here. 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. 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! ;)

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.

✦ COMPLETE ✦ - Book One (no cliffhanger) 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 half-human, half-Ilari, and utterly wingless. A "mudborn princess" - not a title, but a slur. 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, perceptive girl who learns to stand in a world built to erase her. ✦ 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. Official publication only on platforms listed on the author's website. Any mirrored or audio versions found elsewhere are unauthorized.

In a land where prophecy rules, Efilio bears the crescent's weight. Sefina, fire-born and hidden, chooses love over fear and fate. Moon and Venus whisper vows, their union secret, fragile, true. But betrayal darkens the horizon- and dawn departs, leaving night to rue. Both bear the power to shield and save, to fight and win, though scarred by wars. Immortal flames and moonlit courage, yet even celestials are marred by scars.

In a realm where magic leaks from the stone and chaos is a governing principle, a queen rises who was never meant to rule politely. Hayra is small, sharp-toothed, and disastrously clever. Crowned by accident, feared by destiny, and adored by creatures who thrive in disorder, she rules not through conquest-but through audacity, brilliance, and explosions that somehow solve problems. This is not a tale of a perfect monarch. This is the story of a gremlin who took a throne... ...and dared the world to stop her.

The forest forged him into a weapon. Akuma, the Great Serpent, rules by bone and blood. Until a monstrous wolf crosses sacred ground and refuses to kneel. Violence meets violence. An ancient law stirs in the roots of the wild. Enemies by nature. Bound by blood. Lovers only if they dare become it. What the forest binds cannot be broken.

The story follows five elemental spirits born from the first spark of the universe - Echo, Pyra, Solen, Mareth, and Nox - as they awaken in a newborn world shaped by silence, possibility, and cosmic wonder. Each of them represents a force: sound, flame, light, water, and shadow. Their journey is not only to shape the Earth but to understand why it exists and what it means to bring life into being. As they create, they begin to lose pieces of themselves to the life they birth. Trees that remember Pyra's warmth. Rivers that carry Mareth's memories. And finally, a child - the first human - born not from clay or rib, but from the collective dream of the world wondering about itself.

Kyle. A boy worn thin by expectations that were never truly his own - misunderstood, overestimated, and exhausted from spending his life pleasing everyone but himself. After graduation, he escapes his quiet countryside home, hoping that a distant university might offer him the peace he's never had. But the city greets him with something far stranger than loneliness. Inside the house he's meant to live in waits a mysterious girl - serene, unfamiliar, and impossibly otherworldly. She isn't human. She isn't pretending very well to be. And yet, she asks if she can live with him. Reluctant and too softhearted to refuse, Kyle agrees... unknowingly inviting into his life a being who will unravel every illusion he's built to protect himself. Beneath his calm exterior lies a boy scarred by a past that taught him to doubt affection, and to fear what love might demand of him. But to the cosmic girl who now follows him, studies him, and watches him with growing emotion, Kyle's brokenness is something she has never encountered before. Will their strange bond heal the wounds he tried so hard to bury... or will it awaken feelings in both of them that they are neither prepared - nor allowed - to understand?

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.

(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.

They called him weak. They sealed him as a demon. Now, the gods tremble. Caelum Deyarion was raised as a frail noble son in a holy empire that burns heretics and worships cruel gods. But beneath the world, he builds in silence-an empire of shadows, assassins, and believers freed from chains. When priests hunt him, kingdoms turn on each other, and the gods themselves descend to end him, Caelum steps into the fire at last. He does not seek a throne. He seeks to break every chain. And if the gods stand in his way, they will burn.

She mistook control for care. And obsession for protection Aarika Oberoi - was polite because anger scared her. Soft because she had learned that silence hurt less than resistance. She trusted carefully, loved deeply, and carried old fractures beneath her calm - the kind that made her flinch at raised voices and doubt even kindness. Advay malviya- Advay Malviya was calm in a way that felt reassuring. He spoke gently, smiled easily, and knew exactly what to say to make people feel safe. He liked control disguised as care, protection that slowly turned into permission. With him, love felt steady - almost too steady - as if nothing bad could ever happen under his watch. Watch as both these souls meet as destiny chooses them . What will happen ? What will happen what will destiny choose. Fate never asks for permission,it just simply collides

Season 1 Description The Kingdom of Menkhet stands at the height of its golden age when Prince Khani Njambua, heir to Pharaoh Jabar, discovers a destiny far larger-and far more dangerous-than the throne he was born to inherit. Gifted with invincibility, divine wisdom, and fire itself, Khani becomes the burning center of a prophecy whispered across realms. But the mortal world is not the only one watching him. As political tensions rise and ancient forces stir, Khani's closest bonds begin to fracture. His brother-in-arms Musa wrestles with loyalty and fate. The enigmatic warrior Zareth hides a past laced with power and sorrow. And in the shadows, the long-forgotten Queen plots her return, seeking a host strong enough to unleash her wrath upon the living. When alliances collapse and betrayals strike, Khani is drawn into a battle that blurs the line between the mortal and celestial. He must face not only the enemies hunting his gifts-but the truth of who he is becoming. Season 1 is a sweeping saga of destiny, sacrifice, and fire-born power, culminating in a finale where love is tested, kingdoms fall, and a godlike force is unleashed that will change every realm forever.

This is the fourth journal i've made but oh well. Hi, i'm growing wings, oh and, this isn't a book , it's real. also i decided to ditch the "my mythical journey " name bcuz y not it's 1 am and i have work tomorrow help if you can think of a better name for this lmk (for those of you that are new here, i am not consistent at all and usually dissapeae for months on end but i always end up updating again dw this has been happening for like 4 years lmao)

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?

When Kasira, a bound Warden, is forced to escort a prophesied prince toward a sacrificial fate, she must choose between loyalty to a boy who never asked for power - and defying the system that stole her life before she could claim it. Kasira never dreamed of saving the world. She only wanted to survive it. A girl from a razed village, without parents, without options, Kasira was taken to the Sanctum as a child and bound by an oath she was too young to understand, Kasira has spent her life serving in silence. Not as a hero - but as a Warden. A living tether. Her blood is linked to the Chosen One, the prophesied prince who will one day sacrifice himself to seal away an ancient darkness. If the boy dies before he fulfills the prophecy, Kasira dies too. While the unruly Prince Aeris is celebrated as the Flame who will save the realm, Kasira fights behind the scenes - silencing threats, and shielding him from dangers both political and monstrous. The bards sing of Aeris; no one sings of the woman who bleeds for him. Kasira is no stranger to duty. But as she journeys with Aeris toward the place where fate will claim them both, old scars deepen, questions rise, and cracks begin to form in the story she has been forced to serve. Beneath the Hollow Crown is a dark, character-driven fantasy about quiet rebellion, systemic injustice, and what happens when the weapon refuses to be wielded.

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.

A less structured journal of my magical endeavors; containing day-to-day reports on my training, my manifestation, and other details of my concept planning.

a magical hero revamp from the former "Cure Orion"- except we have results already this time

"For there was no need to be ashamed of tears. For tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer." - Viktor Frankl