Satyr Stories

In the Feywild city of Vaer'Telan, life once moved in harmony with magic-bright festivals, ancient forests, and courts that believed themselves eternal. Rohan, a skilled hunter, and Veyra, a gifted healer, were part of that balance. When they announced the coming birth of their first child, the forest rejoiced with them. But the Feywild remembers what its people try to forget. Every thousand years, something stirs-a force tied not to crowns or gods, but to birth itself. A presence capable of weakening magic, bending the boundaries between realms, and unraveling power that has stood unchallenged for ages. The truth is buried in whispers, known only to a few, never spoken aloud. Until the night Veyra gives birth to twins. Dyo is born beneath a calm sky, unnoticed by fate. Bina follows-and the sun turns black. Frost sweeps the city. Magic falters. For one breathless moment, the world leans toward collapse. Then the sky rights itself, the cold retreats, and silence falls. But the message is unmistakable. The Black Sun has returned. Fear spreads faster than truth. The ruling Fey courts move swiftly, not to understand-but to erase. Rohan and Veyra are forced to flee their home, hunted for a child who does not yet know what she is, and a son who will one day understand far too much. To survive, they make an impossible choice-one that hides Bina from her destiny, fractures their lives, and condemns them to a future of running, secrecy, and sacrifice. Years later, in a quiet town far from the Feywild, Bina grows as a joyful, curious child with no memory of the sun that once went dark for her. Dyo grows beside her, carrying the weight of what was lost, what is hidden, and what may yet come. But magic is thinning. Old enemies are listening. And the Black Sun does not need to be understood to be feared. Destiny is patient. And this time, it is no longer content to wait.

𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 ──★ 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘? 𝗪𝗘'𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 epic love is the best type of love [percy jackson x fem!oc] [ongoing!]

Months after the death of her Mimi and the full onset of Aurelia's regressive mind sickness, Kesi stands as Matriarch and ruler of the Beachwick. Though overworked and deprived of sleep, she leads with a clear will. Her people have accepted her. The Sisterhood moves with all the precision of one of her machines. And in the few quiet moments she can claim, she shares her life with the man she loves. But the work is not finished. Two of the four tasks laid upon her bloodline remain unfulfilled. Xara is still out there, bearing the power of the mask, and while Kesi has come to understand her own magic, it has begun to shift in unsettling ways. Each night brings less rest and more warning, her dreams poisoned by visions of a future she cannot yet prevent. The Sisterhood has survived by honoring its past. Now, under Kesi's rule, it must face what is still to come.

-REWRITTEN VERSION OF MY OLDER FIC- Camp Half-Blood has never felt so small. After loosing many to the battle with Gaea, they feel as if a hole of never ending dread has shadowed them. Brothers and sisters have been lost. Friends and family have been brutally killed. The Oracles have broken down, much like a withered, well-loved machine. No quests, no prophecies; the summer camp feels empty. At this rate, no demigods are being guided to Camp Half-Blood. Satyrs don't seem as cheerful, Nymphs have gone into hiding, and every camper seems to be slightly less enthusiastic than before. That is, until Hope came along, and her personality lived up to her name. -ALL CHARACTERS (with exceptions of OCs) BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN-

"And the touch of a hand lit the fuse of a chain reaction of countermoves to assess the equation of you: checkmate, I couldn't lose." Book 1 Percy Jackson and the Olympians - series 1 Grover Underwood x fem!oc Updates every Saturday

~*He hadn't heard from his father for a few months, which was odd. Even though Poseidon was a Greek god, one of the big three, in fact, he had always reached out to Percy, if only once a month. This long of a stretch without hearing anything was highly unusual, and if Percy was honest, it was starting to worry him.*~ After Percy, Annabeth, and Grover's final fight against Kronos, they think they're in for a peaceful stay at Camp Halfblood. However, when the water starts disappearing, Percy realizes that there must be something wrong with someone who is forever entwined in his life: his father, Poseiden. I acknowledge that I do not own any of these characters, and that they have been imagined by Rick Riordan.

A spicy romance filled with passion, wholesomeness, pain all of the yummy emotions wrapped into one steamy passionate romance where Gabe Ugliano is devastated in his death now that no one there is no one to make him a seven layered dip as good as Sally's can his heartbreak ever be healed?...

Olympia Jackson; a baby born with lightning in her veins ends up in the care of Sally Jackson and is raised alongside her cousin Percy. Along the way she faces monsters, God's, betrayal, love and even herself. Now that the fates have already fucked her over, there's nothing left to do but fulfill the prophecy

In celebration of the success of The Message, I am putting up an ask and dare book, so you can ask Scott, Fritz, Mike, Jeremy, and Vincent. If you want to ask me any questions, I will answer them in this book. The cover is by Rebornica.

What it says on the tin. Poems about what it's like (for me, at least) to be a therian/otherkin. DO NOT TRANSLATE, REPOST, OR COPY ANY OF MY WORK WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE AND CONSENT. READERS, IF YOU SEE SOMEONE DOING THIS, REPORT THEM.

❝ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐒, 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 ❞ or their friendship is stronger than ever but something doesn't add up. what happens when feelings get involve? will they drift, or will they get closer? 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢 the titan's curse + the battle of the labyrinth started: 27 may 24 ended: ongoing x-reader | pjo series | -sagemilkk

Scott is just a regular human being in a little village called Athemea, but works as a delivery person to earn money for his family's well being. On a trip to the kingdom of Ethems, where the king of Greece lives, he goes through the Lost Forest. The Lost Forest is a Greek jungle where most creatures are kept for safety. Most brave warriors who enter the forest, almost never come back, and those who do, gain major scars.

Life has never been easy for Nico. Especially losing the one he cared about to someone else.

While staying with his uncle he learns about the Archway an Interdimensional portal that leads to another world. However when Sam, his uncle, and his friend Mike gets trapped In another world they learn about a war and the prosecution of the many races of the world. Can they stop a war before it becomes genocide and get home?

This story is about an Iris daughter! She tells us about her crazy adventures and love life!

Did you cause a house fire that resulted in your own parent's death? No? Well, he has. Now, the young half-goat boy finds himself living with the village's lonely doctor.

Three very different clans are stricken with fear as their companions and friends are infected with an unknown disease. Three members of the different clans are brought together to try and find the root of the disease, but instead, they discover inevitable doom.

Within the forest, the races flourished and danced once more. Safe from harm and fear. Or at least that's what I think my history professor was droning on about. Honestly, I wasn't paying much attention to him. I was too distracted. By what you might ask? By the Star Satyr sitting in the front row. "You aren't very good at talking to people, huh" "You just noticed?"

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.