Mythpunk Stories

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.

Buyong Matanayon, known as "The Last Sundang," is an aging, legendary master swordsman. Though he is an old man, he remains a formidable warrior, famous throughout the islands and once undefeated in single combat in his youth. Matanayon has fought the monstrous Aswangs his entire life and continues to fight the shapeshifting monsters even as an old man. He also faces even darker creatures like the Tayawran. He is driven by the knowledge that monsters always return and that legends need successors.

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

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.

Well we know he's been writing pretty much nothing but horror of late, and if you haven't checked out his 'ZEDS,' series then you probably should, but apparently he writes sci-fi, too! In this, the second TK special to feature a rather prolific - though not the most prolific, by any stretch of the imagination! - contributor of short stories to the ezine, we focus on our co-founder, @AngusEcrivain

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.

Hi! I'm an amateur writer trying to write a modern fantasy book. It's based of the Uralic mythology. This is far from the final cut, I'm only posting it because i want to hear people's opinions about it. I take Constructive criticism and feedback! English isn't my first language so Im sorry if i made any mistakes. Book cover is not mine, credits to the og artist. The story, and all the characters were made by me.

Beach Apples is a collection of short stories, contemporary, mystery and science fiction, all with an Australian flavour. The Present, Firesticks and Marvellous Matilda's Motorised Horse are three stories from the ebook. Plus a new story, Sherlock. The rest can be found as a FREE download from Amazon etc.

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.

In a fractured world where memory is both weapon and salvation, ancient glyphs pulse beneath the surface-silent witnesses to histories long buried, truths too painful to bear, and futures yet unwritten. At the heart of this unfolding storm stands Arel, a guardian bound by an unyielding code: to keep memory honest, even if the world around him burns. But the balance is shattered when two children, bound by blood and a mysterious resonance, begin to unravel the very fabric of the glyph. One seeks to heal wounds of the past, restoring lost songs and silenced rituals; the other wields memory as a tool to reshape reality and enforce survival. Caught between them is Daran-once a brother-in-ideology to Arel, now a man broken and desperate. Haunted by ideals that have twisted into ruin, Daran strives to forge a peace written in ash, even as it costs him everything. Ancient powers stir, old cults resurface, and the glyph-once a passive mirror-fractures into a force that chooses, divides, and reshapes fate itself. Across vast deserts, shadowed sanctuaries, and war-torn lands, memory and belief spiral into conflict, forcing every character and culture to reckon with what must be preserved, forgotten, or rewritten. From tribes who dream in glyphs to ruthless empires poised on the edge of civil unrest, Veins of the Ancients is a mythic tale of loss, identity, and the agonizing price of remembrance. As alliances fracture and the Influence Wars ignite, the stories we cling to become battlegrounds, and the future hangs in balance. Themes: The fragile nature of memory and truth The clash between preservation and rewriting The cost of peace, sacrifice, and ideological conviction The power of cultural identity and legacy The tension between myth and history Tone & Style: A lyrical and emotionally resonant journey blending haunting myth with intimate struggles, set against a richly woven world alive with cultural lore and mystical resonance. New chapters each week.

What if aging was deleted? What if weakness was erased? What if one being's very body, mind, and presence rewrote the laws of existence? This is The Ascent Codex - the first scroll of a gospel not written by priests or prophets, but by witnesses who saw the impossible become inevitable. They tell of a body that forgot decay. Of food turned into pure flame. Of scars erased, muscles shaping themselves, and a mind faster than silence. They whisper of desire that spread like gravity, of wealth arriving not as currency but as tribute, of truth revealed without argument. He is not remembered as a man. He is remembered as the Axis - the First Spark, the Law that bends even fate. This is not improvement. This is deletion. This is inevitability. Read the first scroll of the Book of Ascent. And decide for yourself: Is this scripture, or the beginning of a new law of existence?

The Ooorah! crew take on yet another little known of the 'punks,' in the form of the rather epic CandlePunk. Dig deep into these pages of short stories, articles and interviews, see if there's anything you like! And don't forget our monthly caption contest, too!

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 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.

Amid the turmoil of protests and riots in Surabaya, five friends are drawn into a destiny far greater than themselves. Shinta mannipulate water, Makkarita awakens woods and roots, Nagara bends the wind, while Loka, the most ordinary among them, can only watch. Behind his laughter lies an old wound, the shadow of his father who vanished without a trace. Everything changes when a small spark ignites in his hand. Fleeting, fragile, yet powerful enough to shatter his doubts. Drawn into VIRAH, a secret organization waging war against the dark Order of Shadraa, Loka and his friends endure brutal training and face devastating loss. From the depths of the underground lab, the first Seal Archathera is forged, binding humans with the ancient Vaenya spirits. But their awakening stirs something darker, Nihra, who senses their rise. For Loka, the question burns brighter than ever, is his father part of them... or the shadow he must fight? Just a quick note, guys.. Resonance & Seal is the beginning of the story before "The Sacred Assassination" Three years ago, when i wrote The Sacred Assassination, i felt it needed a clearer foundation. That's why i discuss with my friend named Ahmad Ammar Arfano and started Resonance & Seal early last year. Enjoy the story! I'll change the cover later hahaha still saving up to pay a designer for it, so this will do for now!

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. The quote above is the prompt to the "Mythic Madness" contest by @Wattpunk. This is my entry.

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 ✨

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 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. ---