Oldgods Stories

Jon Snow was never a bastard. Revealed as Baelor Stark-Targaryen-the trueborn son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen-his existence fractures the realm. Raised in the honor of the North and carrying the blood of kings, Baelor becomes a symbol no lord can ignore... and no king can tolerate. As Robert Baratheon calls for his death, the North rises to protect him. The Vale begins to shift. Dorne remembers a name long lost to history-Breakspear. But Baelor does not seek a crown.The realm may force one upon him.

In "Rhaenyra The Golden" I promised only one-shots and a break from this fandom, but I am a dirty liar. I swear this happens every single time I start writing House of the Dragon fic. I sit down with one clear idea in mind, fully convinced I know where the story is going, and somehow I end up with two. The same thing happened with "The Rogue Prince Come Again" and "HIMYF - Targaryen Edition", so at this point I really should know better than to fight it. So far, we've wandered through Dorne, Driftmark, the Stepstones, the North, and even Yi Ti. And now-whether I like it or not-we're heading into my least favorite region of all: the Riverlands. I have complaints. Many of them. But the story demanded it, and I've learned that arguing rarely works. This fic is me unapologetically playing cupid, rearranging pieces, and indulging a little too hard in character dynamics. Somewhere along the way, I also circled right back to my Sims tendencies, because apparently I cannot help myself when it comes to orchestrating the chaos that is Westeros. As always, thank you for reading, and for sticking with me as this series continues to grow sideways instead of straight ahead.

So apparently, the Shadow World has rules. That's cute. I'm Ayme Espinoza. Daughter of Poseidon. No angel blood. No heavenly permission slip. No interest in kneeling for a system that wasn't built for me in the first place. And yet their runes burn brighter on my skin than they do on theirs. Demons fall faster when I'm in the room. Magic shifts differently around me. Like it knows what I am. They don't like that. Selene's my cousin. She didn't grow up in the demigod world. She grew up somewhere else - in stone castles and whispered spells and a war most people pretend didn't happen. Now she stands in two worlds at once. The one of gods... and the one of wands. She doesn't have angel blood either. What runs through her veins is older than their angels. Older than their laws. Quiet. Cold. Powerful in a way that doesn't need to shout. She's still learning this world. I'm teaching her how to survive it. Then a hunt goes wrong. Something ancient surfaces - something that doesn't bow to runes or angelic hierarchy. And it doesn't react to them. It reacts to us. Now the watching has started. The measuring. The quiet attempts to decide what we're worth. Here's the thing. You can build walls. You can write laws. You can carve symbols into your skin and call it order. But the sea doesn't kneel. And neither do I. ⚠️ I do not claim ownership over any canon characters, settings, or source material referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators. Ayme Espinoza, Selene Lestrange, and original storyline elements are my original creations. ⚠️

Je den, jako každý jiný. No počkat, není! Dnes se děje něco velmi zvláštního.. Král Stormwindu Varian Wrynn odjíždí vyjednat smlouvu s náčelníkem Hordy a nedal nikomu vědět! Ani svému milovanému synovi! No dokážete si to představit? Princ Anduin, zcela zmaten, se dozví o neočekávaném zmizení jeho otce a rozhodne se neječet jako ostatní, ale naopak jít hledat ztraceného krále. Vezme si proto na adventůru svého věrného a lehce zvrhlého kamaráda (s výhodami) Wrathiona z černé dračí letky a chudáka ztrápeného starého Khadgara, který přemýšlí o životě celé dny. Podaří se jim najít Variana a obnovit diktaturu ve Stormwindu? ----------- Příběh jen parodie a neměl by být brán vážně. Obsahuje humor, vulgarismus, nesmyslné věci, narážky a ofenzivní věty.

A boy of uncharted powers being hunted by Royal guards and bounty hunters and going through a ton of adventures in the process... Read ahead to unravel the story of Edgar

Immerse yourself into Nozthraphell mythos and explore the madness he brought into the fishing vessel Behemoth. Drown yourself in horror that unfold the events of missing ship and crew. Inspired by Cthulu mythos and Lovecraft.

This story describes a different side to Legion. Four young men and women find each other caught in the middle of a dark plot conducted by mysterious shadow strangers. What is their goal? How will the four unsuspecting mortals protect themselves? A great disturbance in the west is also making an appearance as more and more Burning Legion forces assault various towns and landmarks all across Azeroth. What is this world coming to? I don't own the Warcraft universe. This was all thanks to Blizzard Entertainment for making a wonderful game. Only the the characters I have created belong to me. Also, this story does contain content from Legion, so if you would like to remain spoiler free, I'd advise not reading (at least anything after chapter 14).

Upon returning home, Thomas becomes embroiled in the strange customs of his home. Can he trust his childhood friend Mags, or is she in cahoots with the elders of the village?

Claire loves her grandfather even though everyone else in the village is afraid of him and his evening walks. Tonight he wants to show her something. It's something she can't tell her parents or anyone else about. It's something in the big field outside of the village where the old stones stand, the stones no one dares to visit except her grandfather.

A collection of stories and information from an all but forgotten people.

Tells the tale of the beginning of the world and the events that follow later we follow a boy named Karr

In today's society, people are on their phones, laptops, tablets etc. Fueling the new gods, leaving the old gods in the dust. The new gods just want to eliminate the competition before religion starts to get muddled up. They just want to become the only gods. Yet, The old gods are fighting back.

𑇛 　ֹ　﹙open﹚　ׅ 　𝆬　 📼 ❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 & 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝.❞ ➥ in which the gods have fallen from grace. they are forgotten and their own creations want them down , while their old enemies return for vengeance. ഒ 🏹 ׂ⁠ 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 @-emkayy 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙 ! ° ♪ ⠀⠀ֹ

Where I, the a song of ice and fire oracle, write about the lore of Westeros and Essos to assist you with your stories.

These are stories of wanderers, exiles, and ordinary people who cross paths with things they shouldn't see. Some meet forgotten gods. Some find curses in quiet places. Some realize the world is stranger than they believed. If you feel there's an unseen thread that ties myths, hauntings, and human lives together, you'll feel at home here. Short, atmospheric tales of impossible things. Updated weekly.

// CURRENTLY IN THE SLOW PROCESS OF BEING EDITED // ❝there's a fire in her veins, and blood staining her fists. But her mind is wrapped in chains, and sometimes she forgets she exists.❞ ♛ she tastes like heartache. he looks like war. ♛

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?