Oldgods Stories

Well here I am at the end of my journey I made great friends, collected amazing treasures, made enemies and bring the old gods back to the world and you maybe wondering what I mean well let me tell you a story of a iseakai human turned dragon.

It's Olympus. Everything you'd imagine it to be, always dark and stormy, bright neon lights of businesses lighting up the streets, dirty and grimy. But to many on the outside Olympus is the place to be, where all the rich and famous live. Hekate moved back with her mom after her dad's death. Persephone still at the top of class. It's Olympus.

Sonny finds themself in a sticky situation. Drugged and almost used as a human sacrifice they are caught up in a cosmic struggle that may just decide the fate of all of the citizens of New York. They must find their way past cultists, Eldritch monsters and, eventually, The Great Speaker itself to unlock the secrets of The Cult of the Mouth.

When the Old Gods take interest in the great game of Westeros, how the ripples will affect the Planetos? How it will affect the only Great house which follows the Old Gods? Will Winter come for their enemies or for them?

Harry Madman faces terrifying dreams, a strange little town, and people hiding an unfathomable secret. Yellow tongues of flame follow him everywhere, and reality grows more frightening with every step.

She was running. The forest around her seemed to reach out and shove her forward. The pine needles made the ground slick and her ankle twisted painfully beneath her as she cleared a tangle of roots. The slap of her feet on the ground was the only evidence she was making any progress- everything here looked the same. She could have been getting closer to the safety of her home, or she might have been heading deeper into the woods. A snarl sounded behind her and if it was possible, she would have run faster. As it was, she already felt like she was on the verge of collapse. Pain shot through her whole leg as she ran and ran, and the slavering growls grew closer and closer behind her. Soon enough, she would have to stop and be devoured. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Nara Swann's mother is mauled to death by a wildcat, she takes up her estranged father's offer to come live with him in rural Georgia. Moving across the country was hard, but discovering that monsters are real and that her father hunts them is even harder. Her new home is teeming with supernatural creatures, from an eccentric coven of witches to an aristocratic family of vampires. When both human and supernatural members of the town alike begin disappearing and turning up dead, the truce which keeps the peace between the different communities is threatened. Nara finds herself thrown into a magical murder investigation and with the town teetering on the verge of a supernatural civil war, she will do everything it takes to protect her new home.

Description: I aim to write a fantasy book where the main character is not a teenager or just after her teenage years but a 40-year-old woman who brings a different perspective to the fantasy scene. With more life experience, she sees more, understands more, knows that her time is precious, and will only get involved after carefully weighing the pros and cons. She's seen things and done things and is unimpressed by childish drama. She respects herself and demands respect from others, but she will otherwise teach them a lesson in the most subtle way possible. I find that fairies and dragons have been overused in the fantasy genre and would love to change this by lacing my story with new characters inspired by Romanian folklore - such as "iele" (beautiful maidens known to sing and dance crazy dances at night, who can poison wells, abduct or render mute people that see them), "Muma Padurii" (literal translation "The momma in the forest" - a witch/spirit of the forest that calls strangers to her by calling their name in different voices of their loved ones, only to lure them into her lair), as well as deities from the Dacian mythology. The main character starts off by thinking that life cannot offer her any more surprises. Nevertheless, she will have to embark on a journey that will force her to interact with many of these characters and change her sense of reality. Lastly, I would want the book to tell my readers that their lives don't end when they turn 30, 40, 60 or 80, no matter where life took them by that point. We all have a mark to leave and magic in us. The next adventure is just around the corner. Logline: At the age when one drank enough nectar and poison, when they've seen and done it all, every day is brought on by pure inertia, only to bring you closer to your imminent demise, and the last thing you expect is to embark on a fantastic journey filled with magic and creatures long forgotten.

A group of norm-bending priests find themselves leading the most nefarious cult on Azeroth. All led by the strangest of combinations, a female Kaldorei who goes by the name Shin'dal. Her religious faith is devoted to something much more sinister than demons and the undead; her heart lies with the whispers of the Old Gods. Shin'dal story begins with a historical exile which leads to a rude awakening many did not expect.

A 7 stanza poem about the Jutish 'invasion' of Britain

A man wakes up in a dark cavern. He has no idea why he's here or what is this place. All he knows is that this place is not sane nor, this dark feeling, not on earth.

Three rivers shape the land. They have always done so. Wars rise and fall, kings change, fortresses burn. But water remembers everything. When the rivers grow silent and the current slows, someone must listen. Someone must stand between the past and what is yet to come. This is a story about land forged by water, about blood spilled on its banks, and about a Keeper who hears what time itself tries to forget.

A companion archive from The Solah Saga. The Faceless One is a disputed folklore collection preserved within the Solan Royal Archive, where many of the surviving tales, records, myths, and restricted histories of Solah are kept. Long before Wander's Lost, before Solah's laws hardened into doctrine, people across the realm told stories of something that came near death. Not a monster. Not a killer. Not a god that begged for worship. Just a tall, silent figure in a dark ceremonial cloak, without a face, appearing when the ending was already too close to stop. The Crown calls it folklore. A rural death myth. A pattern born from grief, plague, war, Flux exposure, and frightened villages trying to give shape to something no one can escape. But the records do not stay clean. Burial customs repeat in villages that never traded with each other. Bells turn west. Black leaves appear in sealed rooms. Dying people describe the same forest without ever leaving home. And again and again, the Faceless One does not threaten, punish, or chase. It just... arrives. The research was collected by a mysterious figure whose name has been removed from the archive. No scraping, solvent, or ordinary censorship explains the absence. The record simply refuses to give the name back. Could this be the same unknown researcher whose name was struck from Orm Ormsby's work on the Flux? Or is the Crown hiding something older than Orm, older than Solah's laws, and far closer to death than anyone in the archive wants to admit? The Faceless One is an in-world Royal Archive collection of disputed records, rural testimonies, funeral customs, and forbidden accounts concerning Solah's oldest death myth. This is not required reading for Wander's Lost, but it reveals a darker, older part of Solah's history and the kind of truth the Crown prefers to preserve only as myth.

"the gods be damned..." he chuckled to himself, his smile stretched thin. "i cannot believe my own eyes... Helheim not want you, Revna Skyegren?" she tried to grin against the sun, despite it all. how she was alive, she had no idea. no one did. +++ I do not own any of characters from the Vinland Saga series. I do not own any of the images/gifs attached in this story. The only character I own is the main character - Revna Skyegren. She is my OC. I hope you enjoy! :)

When Adam is saved from monsters by a strange man in a coat he is shown a secret world, a world full of gods and monsters, angels and demons, a world at war. He is given an ultimatum, head to another dimension and gain power, or never be safe again. Guided by a soldier, a lunatic in a magic hat, and a spider (by adoption) he is taken to meet the Laughing One, a strange creature who seeks to teach him to reach his potential. But beset by the emotionless Legate, the violent Ursas, the mysterious Kings Man and their army of monsters, and without even a clear idea of what's going on how can he hope to survive in this strange new world? And even if he does reach the end of his path, will he recognise himself in the Laughing Man he is becoming?

This is a story of six children all supernaturally connected to each other, and The Old Ones that threaten to destroy everyone and everything.

A war-torn kingdom where magic is outlawed, and old gods still whisper through the roots of the forest.

Written as a prompt-fill on tumblr!! It's also expanded from what I've posted on tumblr, because I just couldn't stop writing this xP Prompt: "Shh, it's alright," the villain said. "You're doing beautifully and I'm so proud of you. But that's enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It's not your fault." The ancient and powerful villain may have had a calm and gentle face as he spoke, but he was furious, not at the hero, but the gods for continually sending kids and teenagers to fight their battles.