Истории Mythologies

Sometimes you just might have to die to live again. ***** When art historian Reine Baldwin meets Gabe Moran, a charming journalist, she has no idea their blossoming love will shatter her comfortable life. But a series of clues lead Reine to discover that she's not alone in knowing that she was born centuries ago and-worse yet-there are many things she apparently doesn't even remember. Reine has to face a forgotten past and a forgotten ex-husband (the handsome billionaire Max Baldovini), who-like her-is immortal and cannot truly die. Should she trade her ordinary life with Gabe for the love of Max, a man who's worshipped her for half a millennium? The choice should be easy, until Reine starts to remember things that Max is desperate to make her forget. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Laetitia Burnwick was a villain. Not because she dared to look the devil in the eyes, but because she dared to love him. She chose him. But the laurel wreath had never been on her head. Haedes Wargreaves loved someone else. She tried to destroy their love, only to regret it at the last second and die for it. Now, she is reborn. She knows about her fate and she wants to give up Haedes. Even though she still loves him. Even though it kills her. However, the opposite of fate is not choice. It's oblivion. And Haedes doesn't remember a thing. 𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 NEW UPLOADS on Tuesdays and Thursdays, at 7 PM, EST

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION. If you'd like to access both this Books Edition & the Original Edition of Entwined, please see the other version on my profile. *** Sometimes love gets a bit twisted. Avery Montgomery doesn't even know if she wants a soul mate. As a member of the Hellenicus-a race founded in antiquity and descended directly from the Greek gods-Avery's attending her first Gathering where she'll gain the ability to entwine her thoughts with her destined soul mate and be tied to them forever. But all is not as it seems at the Royal Court. There are severe and strange looks from the elders, whisperings from the ancient Dodona tree, and encounters with spirits who seem to know Avery better than she knows herself. Throughout these whirlwind events at Court, Avery finds herself torn between her feelings for the wise and protective Vladimir and the passionate, fun-loving Adrian. Unwilling to surrender her independence or to betray her heart, Avery must decide once and for all if she'll give in to her desires and risk the wrath of the Gods. Because who are you if your destiny lies with another person?

[This story is now FREE] Florette moves to Versailles, only to discover a group of Fae are destroying France. Allying with the battled-scarred Destan, she has to save the kingdom. ***** Florette, a painter's apprentice, is finally welcomed to the palace of Versailles. Ready to work, she notices that several of the courtiers are too beautiful to be human. Soon a battle-scarred warrior, Destan, tells her the truth: a faction of Fae have left the faerie and are slowly destroying the French monarchy. Determined that France must not fall, Florette is forced to use her skill to smuggle messages about the Fae inside her own paintings. Can she trust the rugged warrior at her side? And can Florette save France from creatures beyond mortal control?

There is no night in the Everburning City. There can never be. ***** For four hundred years the Everburning City has withstood the advance of the life-strangling fog known as the Gloam. Its walls have held back five invasions, but on the eve of the sixth, the city's inhabitants know things have changed. Golems are coming out of the mist, and the bodies of the dead are rising at the Gloam's bidding. The city's last and most desperate line of defence comes in the form of the Crafters, individuals who can channel the power of fire, though they risk their sanity each time they do. The brightest of these valiant heroes are Tabitha a'Loria and her apprentice Gerald Reath. Risking their lives, they mount their airships, determined to save the last bastion of humanity - the Everburning City. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

A pacifist with a war god trapped in her bones must decide between stirring her demons or watching her allies and enemies unite against her. ***** When Queen Nomvula finds herself threatened by a reckless prince, she's cornered into navigating a battle that will devastate the region, and her clan, should it escalate. Worse, someone knows about her deadly secret, and where its bloody trail eventually ends. Staying ahead of her enemies means risking her land, her values, and even her children, all while keeping the war god inside her from takings matters into its own hands.

I suddenly died while reading greek mythology. I know! I know! It's so cliche! I am very aware of that fact! But you're correct, I got reincarnated inside of Greek mythology. I became a forest nymph with very ordinary powers and an ordinary nymph-like face. I spend my days playing with the other nymphs or enjoying my time flattering Artemis and listening to Hera's issue with his Horny husband, Zeus. Not until the abduction happened and I met Hephaestus, the God of Craftsmanship. And one day, he suddenly knocked on my door with a very beautiful ring in his hand. He has a shy look on his face which made me a little flustered. He wants me to be his wife? But how about Aphrodite? Never mind, I accepted his ring by the way.

After discovering she's a descendant of Hades, Avery must find a way to escape those hunting her and ultimately choose between her two opposing soulmates. ***** Once Avery Stavros kissed her best friend's older brother Vladimir, she knew there was no turning back. But as the only living Stavros left, she needs to make a careful decision between him and Adrian despite being able to read both of their minds - something that should only be possible between her and her one soulmate. Love or life? Which one is more important? Loving someone or saving your own life? When the Greek gods and goddesses start meddling with the life of humans, everything's doomed to crash and burn. What will Avery do to protect the one - or ones - she loves? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] [[ Wattpad Picks: Saturn Needs Sequels]] [[ Paid Stories 2018-2022]]

Murderer. Gambler. Thief. Seductress. Liar. A woman made of masks. King. Warrior. Brahmin. Son. Friend. A man born of legacy. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦. They should've destroyed each other. And yet, here he was. Freshly anointed. A kingdom in his hands. A crown on his head. ...and a snake in his dungeons. They'd warned him: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘙𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. Unfortunately, Ashwathama was 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 at following instructions. Their story didn't start with love. It started with lies. With wounds. With a game no one was supposed to win. And a few millenia down the line, through the ache of memories and the weight of years, he stops to think, 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡? "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲." "𝐍𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝐭𝐨." She was just trying to survive He was just trying to rule Somehow they ended up inside each other 🫶 DISCLAIMER: this isn't meant to hurt anyone's religious sentiments in any way. everyone's beliefs deserve respect, and if u feel something is hurtful, lemme know.

Athena and Ares were arguing once again about what's more important in a battle, strength or strategy with Hermes caught in the middle. All of a sudden, a being descends from the skies to Mount Olympus and offers them a form of entertainment to debate on... and you guessed it! The web series, DEATH BATTLE! They are going to watch every episode! With of course other gods who get interested and come to watch certain episodes~. Watch the Greek Gods of legend and myth react to worlds and technology they could only imagiine!

"What does it mean to be a Titan? As a Titan, you are a part of the City - in a way no Warlock or Hunter could understand. The dream of the City rests upon our shoulders." That's what Zavala always said to us Titans, that Hunters or Warlocks wouldn't understand what we do for the Last City. When the Red Legion attacked, I finally understood those words. I was supposed to die on those front lines, alongside my Titan brothers and sisters. But here I am another planet system away carrying the last fragment for our survival. Now my crew and I are stranded on a new planet, our light at the lowest it's ever been, and no way to contact our home. A world where creatures of Darkness roam about and "Huntsmen" protect the innocent. A world without The Light. My name is Prometheus, He who carries The Flames of Humanity Prologue: ✅ Volume 1: ✅ Volume 2: ✅ Volume 3: ❌ [All Rights go to Their Respective Owners; BUNGIE-Destiny | ROOSTERTEETH - RWBY]

In Texas, there's a kid... dyslexic and hyperactive for how shy he is... his name is Y/N, son of Andrea Galanis... and his father... he never met him, in fact, Y/N is not sure if Andrea is even his mother, but he chooses to believe she is... but his life is about to change for the worst... or the best. Annabeth Chase x Male Reader I do now own Percy Jackson or any of the characters, they belong to Rick Riordan, I only own my own character.

If he had known the trouble Perseus Jackson would get his daughter into, he probably would have vaporized him on the spot. As it happens, Hermes was forced to read about all the trouble his daughter was about to get into and all the adventures (some of them he couldn't even blame Percy for) that caused her to become the most famous of all his children, Makya Williams, the Queen of Thieves.

The moons remember what the world has forgotten. Hidden among mortals by her mother, Herinity, Avyanna has always lived in the quiet shadow of her gifted sister, Delilah. She was never meant to awaken, but when it comes, what should have been her long-delayed awakening becomes something far older, far more dangerous - a power whispered about only in the oldest lunar myths: the Lost Moonstone. Now hunted by prophecy and dreams of a kingdom lost beneath fractured moons, Avyanna must navigate a world where truth and illusion blur, and every secret her mother kept begins to unravel. As war stirs beyond the veils of Galariah, ancient forces awaken - including the exiled god who calls her "daughter." The High Council fractures, her sister succumbs to shadow whispers, and reality itself begins to bend under her emotions. As the moons align and the veil between realms shatters, Avyanna must decide whether she will be the Balance reborn or the ruin her blood was destined to bring. Because when the violet moon rises, salvation and destruction will share the same face. Power born of moons always demands sacrifice. And Avyanna is beginning to fear the price is her soul. Family. Love. Friendship. Betrayal. Loss. Only fate is in control now.

Set in the chaos of Camp Half-Blood, this story follows two girls from opposite sides of love and war as they learn that sometimes the heart doesn't choose what's easy... it chooses what's true. An ares girl falling in love with an aphrodite girl

Betrayed by the Gremory and stripped of his Red Dragon soul, Issei Hyoudou was discarded as a "worthless pawn." Instead of dying, he fell into the Ivory Dimension, a realm of pure logic where he spent a decade mastering the blueprints of existence. Returning as The Architect, he no longer relies on a Sacred Gear, but on the ability to dismantle and rewrite reality itself. Using the Ten Rings of Solomon, he treats the wars of gods and devils as flawed equations in need of a cold, analytical fix. Alongside a harem of goddesses and ancient dragons, he builds a sovereign sanctuary that floats above the reaches of the Three Factions. From the ruins of his old life, he rises to forge a new cosmic era where the heart is the ultimate variable.

✨𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨✨ . . . . Anvi Rajvansh had it all - power, brains, beauty, skills that broke the charts, and a life running at 5G speed. At twenty-five, she was a global business empress, a Michelin-level chef, a polyglot queen, a hacker who could make world governments sweat, and an actress who caused box offices to bow. She was flawless. Unmatched. Unbothered. Except... she was single. Not by choice, but because no man could match her wavelength. And then she died - going out like a legend - while saving a child. But destiny wasn't done with her. She awakens in a parallel world, inside a romance novel she once skimmed and hated. A trash plot. A cringe love story. And worst of all? She is not the heroine. She is the villainess. A side character made to look clingy, jealous, unwanted - a punching bag for the fake heiress who stole her identity, her family, and even her fiancé. But this is not the same Anvi. This Anvi comes armed with genius, grace, and god-tier abilities. This Anvi won't be anyone's background character. This Anvi will rewrite fate itself. And somewhere in the shadows, watching her every move, stands Abhimaan Singh Rathore - the richest man in this world, a royal king of Rajasthan, a storm wrapped in velvet... and the novel's original villain. But the moment he sees the new Anvi, something inside him snaps. He becomes obsessed. Protective. Possessive. And fate starts shifting around them like a loyal soldier. With one reborn goddess and one dangerously devoted king on the board, this world is about to get flipped upside down. . . . . . 🌸💕🌸

The Pseudo-Holy Grail War of Snowfield is About to Begin! Moran, who has transmigrated into the Type-Moon universe, is determined to clear the game in one life! Waiting online, urgent! Ding! You have successfully activated the Life Simulator! • 【You drove out the foreign Olympian Machine Gods, took the hand of the Earth Mother Goddess, and founded a new nation and mythology.】 • 【You are the Lord of the Millennium Castle, bestowed with the name Brunestud, and the beloved ruler of the land in the eyes of the Crimson Moon.】 • 【You are the Final King of the Age of Gods, single-handedly preventing its decline and ensuring that Divine Age Britain endures to this day.】 Behind this dazzling simulated life, Moran now faces- Arcueid: "Weren't you supposed to pick me up at the Millennium Castle? Why are you here in the Holy Grail War?!" Artoria: "Enough! Come back to Britain with me!" Ereshkigal: "Moran! Who are all these women?!" As his ever-growing circle of admirers closes in, Moran realizes- This might just be the hardest "Kidney Grail War" in history.

Karna-the sun-born child, abandoned at birth. A warrior blessed with unmatched strength, yet cursed by a society that refuses to see beyond his origins. No matter how many battles he wins, the question of his worth follows him everywhere. His life becomes a constant war-against fate, against society, and against the truth he himself does not fully know. All Karna ever wanted was respect. Instead, destiny gives him titles-Angraj, Daanveer, and Duryodhana's Param Mitra-each one binding him tighter to a path that leads toward destruction. And then, amidst all this chaos, Vaani enters his life. Vaani-the moon-child, Chandramaa ki putri. The youngest princess of Chandrakundgarh, a trained warrior bound by duty and bloodline. She becomes Karna's quiet refuge, his stillness in a life that never allows him rest. Their meetings by the river turn into unspoken comfort-Karna comes there every evening to lay down the weight he carries, and even a single glance of Vaani is enough to awaken something dangerous in his heart. Vaani does not fall for Karna out of pity. She sees his strength, his restraint, and the fire he keeps buried beneath years of rejection. Loving him, however, is not simple-because she is a princess, and Karna is a man the world refuses to accept. Vaani's elder sisters, Rashmi and Dhwani, are already tied to fate. Rashmi, the eldest, is determined to marry Ashwatthama, while Dhwani shares a sharp, complicated bond with Duryodhana. As alliances form and relationships unfold, Vaani finds herself standing at the center of a love that threatens to disrupt politics, loyalty, and destiny itself. This is a purely fictional story. Characters like Vaani, Rashmi, and Dhwani do not exist in the original epic. This narrative is a reimagining-crafted to explore a romantic arc for Karna through imagination, emotion, and alternate possibilities.