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. 🔥

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?

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 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.

If Solmara's tale was dawn, this one is the thunder that follows." Xyraen - Siren Queen, daughter of terror and beauty, mistress of emotion itself. Born from the storm between Aphrodite's vanity and Ares' wrath, abandoned to the Underworld, and raised by Deimos, she learned that love and fear share the same heartbeat. She is the Empathic Tempest - her feelings command the sea, her grief births thunder, and her fury cracks the heavens. Gods desired her, mortals worshiped her, and even Death himself could not ignore her. But every love she touches drowns. Every vow she makes becomes a curse. This is not a romance. It's the anatomy of obsession - a mirror of beauty fractured by betrayal, and the story of a woman who refused to be anyone's reflection ever again. Break the mirror, darling. Let's see what bleeds out. (Prologue has a list of possible trigger warnings, as ⚠️ This story contains mature emotional themes, psychological manipulation, and mythic depictions of violence. Reader discretion advised.)

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.

After a storm pulls her under, Thaleia wakes marked by something ancient. The sea whispers. The dead rise. And a melody calls her to a forgotten tomb beneath the waves-where a god waits to be freed. Stranger Things meets The Little Mermaid in this dark, mythic tale of power, secrets, and the price of being chosen.

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'...

A Multiplatform Mythpunk Universe inspired by a rising global subculture IRL

Once upon a time, is how the old lie goes. For truth is light as leaves in the current, and time it ever flows. A mythpunk take on the old fable. A little town, a quiet village, where an inventor's daughter dreams of tomorrow's promise, devouring the literature of the French Enlightenment. Where a damaged soldier learns the greatest struggle could be to refuse to fight. And a prince cursed ponders surrender. This tale as old as time, this song as old as rhyme, has some darker notes to play.

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.

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!

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!

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. ---

The Quantum Hourglass: Theoretical Rants from a Fractured Dimension is not your typical science book, self-help guide, or spiritual manifesto - it's a cosmic rollercoaster of raw thoughts, accidental breakthroughs, and poetic breakdowns disguised as "theories." Penned from the corner of a She shed and the edge of reason, author Davi Dawn Combs breaks open the hourglass to pour stardust on everything from DNA recursion and consciousness collapse to why gravity might just be trolling us. This is a collection of wild late-night ideas, existential giggles, and sobering truths - a multiverse of thoughts stitched together by someone who's seen too much and still dares to wonder more.

These are the keys that turned the lock. Not doors in space, but in perception. Not rebellion, but recognition. They do not lead outward. They lead inward.

What if the universe didn't crack-it chose to? Caelan Vire never wanted to be a danger to reality. But when a Fold rupture exposes him to something buried deep within the Spiral's mythic current, he becomes a variable the Concord can't predict-and they don't forgive anomalies. Captured. Bound. Watched. But not forgotten. Elenne Seryth, a Concord anchor with secrets stitched into her soul, is tasked with guiding Caelan... or erasing him if he breaks. Together with a cynical clausekeeper and a soldier who speaks to the dead, Caelan is sent into Chronemire, a world where time blurs and identity fractures. But something is waiting in the Fold. And it knows his name.