Mythologyretelling Stories

Amidst the chaos of Odysseus's bloody reclamation of his hall, a captive maiden named Amýnō faces her own desperate battle in the shadows. When a cornered suitor attempts a brutal assault, divine fury transforms her domestic tools into weapons of survival, catching the eye of the king himself.

She was never meant to change history. Only to witness it. Carried into the world of the Mahabharata, Gangadatta finds herself living among princes, rivalries, and unspoken rules that decide a person's worth. As skill is weighed against birth and loyalties are forged in unexpected ways, she watches moments unfold that will one day become legend. This is not a retelling of the epic, but a story that moves quietly beside it - through glances, silences, and choices made before fate takes its final shape.

Long before Troy remembered the name of Patroclus, before Achilles, before war and glory, there was a quiet hill overlooking the sea, two weathered stones, and a boy who believed the horizon was never the end of the world. When Patroclus meets Clysonymus, an ordinary afternoon becomes the beginning of a bond that will shape the person he is destined to become. Together they chase distant shores, impossible dreams, and the wonder of a world that always seems larger than yesterday. Yet beneath the innocence of childhood, unseen threads are already weaving a fate neither of them can escape. A reimagining of Greek myth that begins not with heroes on the battlefield, but with two boys learning how to look beyond the horizon.

"The Dark Raven would bring news of spring, the Land warm and the world awakening." That was the lullaby planted deeply into his mind, a distant memory of his mother's voice, before their homeland crumbled to pieces. He heard them chanting the name of a God, but who was there to save them in this time of despair? How would a being so high up lower themself to save lowly lives just like theirs? Never, never. He never believed in the Gods. Warm black feathers, that was the first time he answered. Ravens aren't meant to hug Doves close, one is cursed, one is blessed. One is an Omen, one is Good Luck. Yet Doves are innocent, Ravens are the one to carry sin. If that, I would obscure my love for you, carry your sins, and make sure you are the only pure thing left in this hideous world.

In a world where the stories of magic and myth are ever-shifting, young explorers seek a mysterious and ancient fountain rumored to grant eternal life-but at a devastating cost. Following the sudden disappearance of her father, a young girl is thrust into a harsh orphanage, haunted by the hope of finding his lost parent. On the other side of her world, with a friend at his side, he embarks on a perilous journey beneath the sea's surface, where the dead are restless, and magic isn't the charming fairytale he'd imagined. Meanwhile, ancient spirits and power-hungry forces plot to bend reality to their will, and one dangerous, manipulative entity, Verity, seeks her own freedom and power, uncaring of the lives left in her wake. As darkness creeps closer, secrets unravel, leading to a choice between love and power, humanity and immortality. Will they save each other or be consumed by the Magiks they've dared to challenge?

"You must learn to give up. You must learn to stop fighting. That doesn't mean you're powerless-because the strongest thing you can ever do is to live." Her mother's voice still echoed in the sea foam, long after Hera had chosen love over safety. "Hera, I can't ever promise anything, but I will be your storm. I will be your king. I will be the father of our children. And I hope to be the soul you need for the rest of your life." "Olympus shook, the world applauded... yet something in her broke." "She was marrying the love of her life. And walking alone. Always walking alone." Expect myth, memory, betrayal, and a lot of emotionally repressed immortals trying (and failing) to be okay. It's about Zeus and Hera and why I think they stay together. It is set before the big three vow, but will continue through the story (from before the vow with the prophecy to the end of the Trials of Apollo) 🕊 Updates weekly-ish. 💬I live for your thoughts-comments and messages feed my soul 📍 Probably rewriting a vow scene for the 50th time. 📖 Perfect for readers who love emotionally repressed immortals, god-tier angst, and poetic pain. ⚠️ Expect: divine trauma, memory-drenched flashbacks, soul-rending betrayal, and love that refuses to die-even when it should. (image from pinterest by ana)

The Odyssey, but everyone has Wi-Fi and zero emotional regulation. Troy is over. The groupchats are not. Follow Odysseus, his exhausted crew, and a panel of messy gods as a ten-year journey home unfolds through group chats, pinned messages, deleted texts, and divine side-eye. Monsters get added. Gods subtweet. Men refuse to log off. Faithful to Homer. Unfaithful to silence.

In that first dawn of the world, when rivers yet had voices and the air was thick with the breath of creation, Euthalia-gentlest of the Oceanids-kept to her mossy grottoes and secret springs, coaxing blossoms from stone with her silver jug of enchanted waters.She was beloved by gods and mortals alike, a quiet guardian of renewal who each year led Persephone from the shadowed realm to greet the sunlit earth. Yet now, curiosity and love awaken within her after meeting a mortal man. Torn between wisdom and desire, she must choose whether to follow her mind or her heart-knowing that either path could alter the course of her eternal spring.

During Rama's exile, a secret was buried deeper than history itself. A daughter was born. A prophecy was spoken. And the world was forced to forget. Hidden in a divine Himalayan ice cave, the child of Rama and Sita was placed outside time-never aging, never dying, waiting for the moment the world would need her again. Only one soul was allowed to remember. Lakshmana. Reborn in 2026 as Lakshya Singhania, a cold, logical billionaire CEO, he has spent his entire life haunted by dreams of a crying baby trapped in ice... calling him. When satellites detect an impossible heat signature deep within a forbidden glacier, Lakshya's past life begins to awaken. And so does his promise. Because the child he swore to protect is still waiting. Still a baby. Still alive. But the prophecy never ended. Evil has been reborn. The world is changing. And the forgotten daughter of Ayodhya is about to open her eyes. Some promises survive lifetimes.

Баатруудын эрин үеийн Грек орон. Бүрэг, ичимхий зан төрхтэй залуу ханхүү Патроклус хаан Пелеусын ордонд цөлөгдөн ирнэ. Тэдний зан араншин, гарал үүсэл тэс өөр ч Пелеусын алтан хүү Ахилл тэр гутамшигт ханхүүтэй нөхөрлөнө. Жилүүд өнгөрөх тусам тэд өсөж, залуу эрчүүд болохын хэрээр тэдний холбоо гүнзгийрч, хайр болон хувирна - Ахиллын эх, далайн бурхан Тетисийн дургүйцлийг үл харгалзан. Гэвч нэгэн өдөр Спартын Хеленийг хулгайлсан тухай мэдээ ирнэ. Ахилл хувь тавилангаа биелүүлэхээр холын Трой хотын дайн руу мордох ёстой болно. Найздаа хайртай сэтгэл, түүнийг алдахаас айх айдас хоёрын дунд тэмцэлдсэн Патроклус ч түүнийг даган явна.

What happens when Cerberus leaves the Underworld on a mission to play matchmaker? Poppy Goldburn's life is manageable, predictable, until a stray dog follows her home from work. Between caring for the dog and trying to find his owner, she feels a little overwhelmed. Especially when strange men approach her and the dog, calling him Cerberus, both claiming to be the dog's sole owner. Sorting out lies from the truth is harder than it seems, especially when the strangers seem to have ulterior motives. Of course, things only get more complicated when Poppy ends up in the Underworld, with Hades himself.

𝓗𝔂𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓼 - A beautiful Spartan prince, beloved by mortals and gods alike. Wild-hearted, free-spirited, and unknowingly at the centre of a divine love story destined for tragedy. 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸 - God of the sun, music, and prophecy. Radiant, powerful, and drawn to beauty-until love makes even a god vulnerable. 𝓩𝓮𝓹𝓱𝔂𝓻𝓸𝓼 - The gentle West Wind. Ever-present, quietly devoted, and torn between love and the fear of being forgotten. ┗━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━┛

"Since it looks like I'm fated to death, seems only fair to mess with it..." Before, Ashley Wolfe lived in a cave, loved by her parents. Cared, protected, and nurtured. However, when they died years ago, things slowly started to crumble. Ashley doesn't know what to expect outside of the only home she's ever known. Now, she's packed and ready to go, because the longer she stays, the higher the chance of her wimping out like a coward and dying a slow and painful death. So when she stumbles upon a group of men, they bring her to Arca; an underground civilization with deep tunnels and cavernous rooms. But, when she arrives, the high council forces her to take an evaluation every 20 year old takes to show where they fit into the community. A test that measures your magic, because every survivor that hasn't fell into illness of the pandemic that killed humanity and turned them to mindless monsters, is a descendant of an Olympus god and has their blood running through their veins that makes them able to live longer, immune to illnesses, and able to do lesser magics. When Ashley's results turn to Aegis--High-Elite Gaurd, she's thrown away into a lethal academy where she must survive deadly initiations, vicious recruits, and a super powerful and brutal instructor. In a world of magic and death, betrayal and secrets, war and monsters, can Ashley uncover what's beyond the deep tunnels and what secrets hide in the dark, all while standing on the thin line between life and death? Well, I guess were about to find out... ("Perfect for fans of Fourth Wing and Blood of Hercules, this relentless romantic fantasy features a deadly war academy where survival is the only option.")

In the Aethelgard estate, a gardener with dirt-stained hands tends flowers that remember too much. Then a man in a butler's uniform arrives-carrying sunlight in his skin and a curse that makes gods forget themselves. And the garden begins to grow something neither earth nor sky was ready for. Author's Note A myth retold, where gods are symbols more than bloodlines. Apollo and Antheia are sun and soil-written as counterparts shaped by fate, not human rules. Take it as a forgotten story, remembered differently.

The gods before Olympus were never meant to return... When 16-year-old Ilias unlocks a buried glyph, he awakens a war between forgotten gods and the fate written into his blood. The old pantheon is rising-and he might be the only one who can stop them... or set them free.

They say Persephone was stolen. They say the Underworld was a curse. They say a girl like her should fear the dark. They were wrong. This is not a story of kidnapping. It is a story of choice- of pomegranate seeds that stain forever, and a queen who steps into her throne willingly.

Sometimes a name you pick by chance turns out to be more than just a lucky or unlucky choice. Sometimes it turns out to be older than any dynasty and heavier than any fate. The story you're about to read isn't made up. Every myth, every chronicle, every curse mentioned in it is true. And that truth began long before one dancer typed five letters into a form.

Anatolio - Tales of Apollo Pride built him up. Mercy will break him down. Once revered as the golden god of music and light, Apollo finds himself drowning in vanity, drunk on praise and beauty - until Zeus casts him down in a storm of divine fury. Stripped of power, of name, of warmth, Apollo awakens in the body of a beggar, cursed to suffer among the mortals he once ignored. In a poverty-stricken village, freezing and alone, he meets a woman with nothing - except the strength to shelter a stranger and the heart to ask the gods not for herself, but for her children. Now voiceless, nameless, and unknown, Apollo must walk among humans and learn the weight of compassion, sacrifice, and humility. But as his mortal soul begins to stir... the sun inside him is not so easily snuffed out. 🌓 A tale of divine fall and human grace. Of broken gods and unbroken hearts. 💫 He will rise again. But first, he must kneel.

She wasn't born a siren. She became one the night she buried love and sang instead. A story about a girl with a dangerous voice and the man who keeps finding her in every life she tries to escape. "You sing, like you remember dying." "And you, listen like you wish you could." Laleh's voice is more than beautiful. It's haunted. Ancient. Cursed. And not entirely hers. She doesn't remember where it came from. She doesn't remember him. But he remembers everything. Ashir has watched her die in other lives. Watched her become flame, ruin, myth. Watched her sing gods to sleep and men to their knees. In every life, he's found her. In every life, she forgets. This one, though? This one he can't let go. When Laleh's voice begins to unravel the curse buried in her blood, an older power awakens, jealous, grieving, hungry. And Ashir must choose: Love or memory. Magic or mortality. Power or peace. Because this isn't just about remembering. It's about whether she wants to. And who she'll become if she does. 🖋 What to Expect: Reincarnation + soul-deep obsession Mortal × immortal slow burn Siren mythology + lyrical magic Dreamy prose, haunting voice Sacred love in a doomed cycle