Oldgods storie

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. ⚠️

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).

A bunch of my creations, ideas and feelings. Peices of my soul, 100% original and totally reserved, as these mean a lot to me and contain either my wishes or my past experiences. Please do consider empathy and imagination when reading them s-l-o-w-l-y to understand their meaning. This is an elaborate book about life-cycle and its hills and valleys. I created this over two years, time in which I wrote, polished, reworked, ordered and remastered the works. It is truly honorific to be able to share my feelings, artistic view and love for empathy with you! Every read is a blessing for me and every vote validates my work, so thank you to everyone who gives my mind and heart a shot! My inspiration came from every lesson, person and experience, bad or good, so I dedicate my works to every person in my life and to every reader and dreamer that feels the vibes and vibrates with my essence. If you feel like something is off or not in its most valuable place, hard to understand or maybe wrong, please, consider messaging me! Hope these help some of you or make you feel better by resonating with them!

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.

// 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. ♛

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.

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.

The gods are something that humans have always had, had always looked up to, have always dreamed of. These days they are mostly just part of speculation, aesthetics, and bonding material. Especially for Robin and Leiha. They have known each other since first grade, though only in third grade did they become inseparable. Robin, the introverted artist/writer/musician/scientist, who always thought of a new way to feel (or not), and Leiha, the extroverted socialite/photographer/fashionista/heartbreaker with a penchant for choosing the broken boys to break her heart. And how they find what they are looking for in the future by connecting with the past.

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

𑇛 　ֹ　﹙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 ! ° ♪ ⠀⠀ֹ

Magic, myths and fairy tales have been living secretly side by side amongst humans since the beginning of time. But it was only a matter of time before the humans found out about the other world. The Magical & Paranormal world. Take a look through the eyes of each member of the Infamous Squad 13, one of the first female packs created. As they encounter neighboring packs, Governments genetically enhanced super soldiers called Hunters, The Vaticans, Demons & Dragons.. just to name a few.

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.

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.

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.

First tale the twins birth Second tale the wedding

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?

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.

Jim Napier is a retired naval officer who plans a fishing trip to Platoon Lake with his grandson Reece, an amateur paranormal investigator. After encountering strange events on the way there, Reece begins to research the area and finds that hundreds have gone missing in and around the lake, with the locals attributing the missing cases to the Q'thahkal. Jim is skeptical about the urban legend and decides to continue on with the trip, despite Reece's objections. This decision will soon prove to be a deadly one, as the beast of ancient times reveals itself.

The Newborns and the New Gods, as well as the Groups of Interests, in the SCP Universe. They thought they had succeeded in preventing the Scarlet King's return by separating the King's 7 Spears and the 7 Infinity Stones. But when he meets and makes an alliance with Perpetua, a Super Celestial, all pieces of the completed puzzle are now altered. An addItional card in the deck changes the outcome of fate. Creation now begins to collapse in on itself and be destroyed. Now Alex, Rex, Wanda, Cain, Abel, Seth, Kalibak, Orion, Grayven, Grail, and a few of their other friends will be forced to fight for the sake of the Multiverse, and Creation as a whole, to protect it from both Khahrahk and Perpetua, an Old God both from Darkness and a Super Celestial that betrayed her own kind. Will they succeed...or will they be erased from existence, along with all of creation?

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.