Mythologyretelling Stories

This story is about a modern girl named Pooja who wakes up in the body of Draupadi. Before the war, before the swayamvar, before the betrayal. She remembers everything the world has forgotten. But this time, she isn't here to follow fate. She won't be silent. She won't suffer. This time, Draupadi will choose her own path... and burn everything that stands in her way.

She was born a goddess but raised as a mortal. Cara Grey's trip to Athens should have been a relaxing family vacation. Once she meets the gorgeous twins Adronis and Adrian, her life takes an exciting and deadly turn for the worst. There is a war brewing between the Titans and Gods and Cara is the only hope for humanity to survive. If she doesn't accept her destiny, the Titans could win.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"In every lifetime, it's still her." Once, long ago, the world watched a princess defy kings and fate to claim her love - the man whose name echoed across lifetimes: Krishna. But this is not a story of the past. It is whispered that when divine souls walk the earth again, their hearts will remember before their minds ever do. And when they do... the world shifts. In this modern reimagining of an ancient legend, meet Rukmini - sharp, elegant, quietly fierce - and Krishna, a man haunted by secrets, carrying the weight of lifetimes in his silence. Their story is not what you've heard. It's what was forgotten. Whether you're familiar with mythology or walking into their world for the first time, this story welcomes you - as a love story first. While certain moments are gently inspired by their origins, this is a fictional tale - told through the lens of a romance author's heart. Please don't seek accuracy in every turn - seek emotion, depth, and the magic of what could have been. Take this as a romance novel. Feel it. And most of all - enjoy the story. Because some souls? They were never meant to be ordinary.

In the far future, Earth's resources are all but depleted. It's only by chance--or maybe fate--that humanity stumbled upon the asteroid belt Paradisia, and the extraterrestrial element that it contained: one that could build a new future for humanity even after Earth is gone. With the construction of the space station Terra Prima nearly completed, three individuals find themselves on a ship bound for the new world: a pilot searching for answers, a doctor with a secret, and a journalist with nothing to lose.

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, aching intimacy Sacred love in a doomed cycle

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?

In a land where ancient gods slumber, one man's choice will awaken powers beyond imagination. Young man finds himself in a world where myth and reality intertwine as war tears the world apart. Dark forces are rising, and the very essence of existence is at stake. He must navigate a treacherous path, balancing between the worlds of mortals and gods. When whispers of the forgotten become roars of the divine, can humanity survive the awakening?

"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)

Karna had always known the sting of being less than what his spirit longed to be. Denied by Drona, mocked for his birth, he should have walked away alone. Yet that day, two hands reached for his-Duryodhana's, burning with pride and loyalty, and Ashwatthama's, aching to step out of his father's shadow. What began as rejection became brotherhood. Three boys, bound not by blood but by the wounds the world carved into them, chose each other against the tide of tradition. In their laughter, their rage, their quiet promises, they discovered a strength no guru could give: the will to stand, together, even when the heavens themselves decreed otherwise as they started on the journey to make a mark on the strings of destiny themselves. This is not the tale of princes and destiny alone- it is the story of friendship born in defiance, of hearts that refused to break, and of a path where love and loyalty mattered more than fate. A tale where three brothers come together- bound by honor and not by blood- to protect and to stop injustice from spreading and corrupting the ones they love.

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. ┗━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━┛