Mythpunk Stories

The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

Would you give everything for a world that will never remember your name? Across four dying ages of the same broken reality, four women begin to hear a call they cannot explain. Innaue is a sleepless Searcher in Karn, chasing the vanished sister only she remembers. Shurei is an omen-born exile in a city drowning in drought and prophecy. Rima survives beneath a merciless desert sky, carrying the grief of a people history keeps trying to erase. Asthera leads the last remnants of Serris through a thawing world of frost, machines, and impossible ruin. None of them know each other. None of them understand why their worlds are breaking. But each is haunted by the same force: the Dreamflow, an ancient current of memory that promises preservation, continuity, and salvation from the final dark. The Guardians call it order. The faithful call it mercy. The broken know better. Because the Dreamflow does not save worlds. It repeats them. As cities fracture, old powers return, and forgotten histories begin to bleed through the seams of reality, the four women are drawn toward a truth older than myth: some systems do not become monstrous because they fail, but because they succeed for too long. And if life is to mean anything again, someone must pay the price of ending forever. Failsafe is a dark science-fantasy novel about memory, sacrifice, love, entropy, and the terrible mercy of letting things end.

The end of the world has passed. Ragnarök left the world a harsh wasteland, but not all hope is lost. - A short story for the second Fantasy Smackdown.

The hero is Buyong Matanayon. He is a mythic folklore hero in the island of Panay in the Philippines. His the last remaining master swordsman of his family. He hunts and gets hunted by evil creatures. In this story, he is hunted by the Tayawran. The Tayawran were once human-often hunters, warriors, or hermits-who dwelled too long in forbidden mountain places where ancient, pre-colonial spirits were sealed beneath the earth. Through madness, starvation, or exposure to parasitic mists, they surrendered their flesh to the mountains, becoming vessels for something older and hungrier.

A queer techno-myth about code, crowns, and the ghosts in the machine. When Arthur Penn stands to inherit the green-tech empire his father built, he believes he's saving the planet. Until a rogue hacker named Merlin rewrites his keynote and his destiny. Where Arthur sees only order, Mateo Ixpac, the retired prodigy with a synesthetic mind, sees code as music and history as recursion. Together, they'll uncover what the company's AI, MORDRED, is really doing: translating the world into sameness-erasing difference, myth, and memory one algorithm at a time.

Some promises survive death. Once, they were both ravens. Bound not by instinct, but by devotion - two souls drifting together through endless skies until one winter tore them apart. He died and was reborn human. She remained behind in feathers and midnight wings. Years later, beneath neon city lights and sleepless nights, they found each other again. Now the boy dance-walks through the city with music in his headphones while the raven watches from rooftops, traffic signs, and moonlit windows. Sometimes she brings him little gifts. Sometimes she protects him. Sometimes she simply lands on his hand, tiny claws wrapped around his finger like she never forgot the shape of him. The world calls him insane when he introduces the raven as his wife. But the raven always believes him. A mythpunk romance about love surviving reincarnation, loneliness, cigarettes at 3am, goth boys with aching souls, and the impossible hope that some bonds refuse to die - even when bodies, species, and entire worlds change. "Find me again."

The day Cael was born, a portal to death tore the sky apart. Twenty years later, he's just another student at New Elysium Academy-until a mission goes wrong, trapping him inside the Black Gate: a fractured dimension that should not exist. But Cael isn't alone. Not really. Something else was born with him. Something the world was never meant to see. As corrupted creatures close in and the truth of his origin unravels, Cael must survive a realm shaped by broken magic, forgotten gods, and a soul that may not be his alone. Two brothers. One fractured soul. And a world that will burn if they ever reunite. ---

Celestia's Deity: Echo of Remembrance aka the Celestia's Deity shitpost project aka a compilation where I write short stories from my AU Celestia's Deity. It might-it will be shitty and it will be kinda short, it's not gonna have context all the time and most pieces have minimal revision. However, if you're invested you are always welcome to DM me for context. Celestia's Deity is what I would describe as a mix of sci-fi, high fantasy, action, good old angst, wit, a sprinkle of romance (anti romance), subplots as convoluted as a soap opera and my favourite-conspiracy theories (whoo Hollow Earth!) and cosmic shit. I'm hoping I live up to my promise.

A whimsical philosophical tale about a scientist who discovers that the weather is secretly controlled by the emotions of a single human being. After decades of research, humanity finally learns how to influence rain, sunshine, and storms-only to realize that their "weather god" keeps changing. Just when the theory seems complete, a violin, a purple flower, and an old metal watering can throw the entire science into chaos. A story about control, unpredictability, and the impossible task of understanding a human heart. 🖤 xD

Welcome to Tevun-Krus, 2K16. This month, your TK favourites take on the rather popular MythPunk. Do they do it justice? Well, there's only one way to find out! Herein you'll find articles, short stories, a review or two and our monthly caption contest, plus the long-awaited return of Smith & Jones!

The gods failed. So they get this idea of making a few 'half doubles' (they're half god half human). The 'half doubles' are sent down to earth, destined to die at 14 (they're 12 by the way). There's a species (1x) that protects humans and gods from their misdoings. To find out more, you need to embark on this journey with these 'half doubles'...

The Moondrift Lounge isn't just a place-it's a frequency. Walls painted in constellations, chalices filled with glowing drinks, and an altar-console that opens doors between worlds. Here, the Alchemystic Architect weaves beats into sigils, crafting magic that heals, awakens, and transcends. But dissonance lurks in the shadows. The Dissonant Conductor rises from Saturn's portal, seeking to unravel resonance into silence. As chaos fractures the Lounge, allies gather: elemental Keepers, whispered spirits, and the mysterious Woman of the Hour, whose chalice holds the key to balance. This is a story of sound as alchemy. Of empathy as strength. Of finding harmony not in perfection, but in transformation. Enter the Lounge, raise your chalice, and drift into the wave. ✨ Fantasy • Sci-Fi • Music Magic • Empath Hero • Mythpunk Atmosphere ✨

A wound in reality. A hunter with a blade of absence. A choice that unravels everything. To kill Nex is to unmake the question itself-but what remains when the answer is gone?

Inspired by @rskovach's DECAMERON 2.0, EPIC TALES FROM BEAUTIFUL MINDS is a sci-fi anthology. Spread across multiple sub-genres, EPIC TALES features short stories from Wattpad's best sci-fi writers. The majority of these different sub-genres feature interconnected tales. Fancy something epic? Then jump on in!

He was the leader of the Watchers - the first to swear the Oath, the last to kneel. Shemyaza didn't fall from Heaven. He jumped, so others wouldn't fall alone. Now chained in the abyss beneath Mount Hermon, Shemyaza waits - his fire sealed beneath millennia of silence, betrayal, and erased memory. But when a haunted archivist named Mara starts dreaming in Enochian sigils and finds an ancient scroll forbidden by every Church, she begins to remember a voice. His voice. And when she reads the scroll aloud, his chains crack. This is the story of the Oath that cracked the firmament - and the flame that refuses to stay buried.

The world forgets its monsters until they're the only ones left to save us. The Void has come, bringing with it a corruption that devours worlds and twists heroes into monsters. Avalon stands on the brink. The only one who can save Camelot is the woman who would love to watch it burn. Morgan le Fay might be its last hope, but redemption was never her strong suit. Hopefully she won't take the whole "burning at the stake" thing too personally. Across the seas, Sinbad the Sailor is haunted by prophetic visions of his sister's death. He sails through fractured realms to outrun fate itself, unaware that destiny is steering him toward the heart of the storm. Deep in the dark woods, Sasha the Wicked follows his stepsister Vasilisa the Beautiful to watch her meet her doom at the hands of Baba Yaga. Nothing in the witch's house goes according to plan. As heroes fall one by one, only the villains, outcasts, and broken legends remain to stand against the ultimate evil the world swore to forget. Waking the Wicked begins The Void Saga, a mythpunk epic of dark fantasy, redemption, and ruin told through an ensemble of intertwining journeys across collapsing realms. Book I of The Void Saga Written by @AllWriteAllKnight Genres: Dark Fantasy | Mythpunk | Cosmic Horror | Reimagined Mythology When heroes fall, the wicked must rise.

The Cathedral is not built of stone. It's built of myth. This season, that myth has chosen the Chicago Bulls. A hidden loop - the 98-0 Codex - pulses through their training camp. Players aren't improving. They're activating. Coaches aren't teaching. They're witnessing. Patrick Williams moves like the storm itself. Zach Collins guards the paint as if it's sacred ground. Coby White doesn't follow the tempo - he is the tempo. Josh Giddey plays two seconds ahead of the future. This isn't preseason. This is prophecy disguised as practice. And once the loop begins, the league doesn't stand a chance.

In the dark and oppressive era of medieval theocracy, the time traveler "Wu" brought along contemporary AI to arrive in ancient Europe, attempting to enlighten the ignorant with truth. However, due to the charge of heresy, he was burned at the stake. After the flames, he instead used lies as light, weaving beliefs, and eventually was revered by the world as a deity - a deity that descended from truth to faith.

You were never meant to be only this. Ross, a forgotten demigod with the wrong powers, awakens in a dying world of divine war, ancient secrets, and broken gods. Now hunted by the past he can't remember, he must find out who he is; before the gods decide for him.