Fantasylore Stories

The land does not choose gently. When Maryssa awakens an ancient power believed to be extinct, the world answers before she can understand why. Torn from her home under an unbreakable law, she is taken to a hidden academy where dragon bonds are sacred-and hers is forbidden. When a dragon that should not exist chooses her in full view of the sky, centuries-old pacts fracture, and fear spreads faster than fire. Now marked by the world itself and bound to a secret no one was prepared for, Maryssa must survive a place determined to erase its own mistake before the land demands its due.

Morta, eldest daughter of the Duke of Fate, has a dreadful, thankless job. She splits hairs, cuts seams, and trims tapestries, severing the threads of destiny with a knife sheathed in her throat, quoth the raven inscribed upon the hilt. Cardiac hemorrhaging, acute acidosis, and a loose lateral bypass-she doesn't get to choose how people die, only that they must. Adrift in the wreckage of a white-star ocean liner moments after impact, Morta carries out her grim duty, despised by those she serves. But adoration was never something she craved. Her younger sisters, Decima, the serpentine princess of love, litany, and life, and Nona, the half-blooded heiress of fertility and pain, are her only tether to tenderness. Morta adores them both, though after a botched corneal transplant, she no longer quite sees eye to eye with them. She teases Nona, the halfbreed, who bleeds at a pinprick. But when Nona suffers a devastating injury, Morta faces an impossible question: can a deity die, and if so, will she be the one to cut the cord?

Before the crown was broken, before loyalty was tested, and before the next generation chose who they would become, there was Elyria. This short chronicle tells the history of a kingdom shaped by war, sacrifice, and chosen loyalty. From the Golden Years to the Red Winter, from vanished queens to shattered heirs, this is the story that comes before. Written for those who want to understand the cost of survival before stepping into the tale itself.

Far beyond the forests and reefs of Pandora lies Neyn'kxerì, the White Plain. Hidden beneath its frozen surface is Kelìheyu, a vast spiral city of stone and steam, home to a Na'vi clan few have ever seen. The Volkxa live in undergoing cities of caves and caverns, storing food in frozen vaults and hunting across endless snow. This guide book explores the history, culture, creatures, and survival of Pandora's northernmost clan, beginning with their founding myth, the First Song of the Volkxa, and the legend of the White Walker. A worldbuilding companion for Avatar fans who want to explore the frozen frontier of Pandora.

This story exists because one reader believed in it first. When @StarSkylight1 imagined a world where power awakens through fear, love, and loss-and asked what happens when magic sleeps instead of burns-Eryx Vale answered. Born into a powerful bloodline, his magic vanished after a childhood accident no one could explain. While others rose, he was left behind-quiet, overlooked, and underestimated. Only one person stayed. Only one person ever stood between him and the world. Years later, when darkness comes for her, Eryx learns the truth of what he is. Some power doesn't shout. Some stars don't burn. They wait.

The formation of the Walan universe, its gods, and the explanation of the universe's characteristics.

the Zarian codex is a breakdown and understanding of the races, magic system, gods and goddesses, and more. this isn't necessary to read but helps understand the world of Zaria in the other stories. (sorry for AI cover)

A collection of fantasy stories set in the primordial age of Ulmard, joint together by a shared universe. Features Tales of the Primordial Age, The Crusade of Filadin Mirthonir, The Great Plunder of Sydonia, The Legacy of the Ashen Monks, The Purge of Shaerunaki and many more. Tome of Ancient Aeons serves as a background lore to the full mythology of an upcoming dark-fantasy trilogy. You're a fan of fantasy novels like Lord of the Rings, Eragon, The Witcher, Wheel of Time? Then, Tome of Ancient Aeons is perfectly suited to fuel your passion for reading.

Before kings or cities, there was only hunger, mud... and silence. In this forgotten age, creatures struggled alone against a cold and indifferent world, without gods to listen and without names to remember. But everything changes when an angel-quiet among the stars-sees in a single moment a spark of something greater: the possibility of a world built on trust, memory, and creation. The Golden Genesis is the mythic origin of Terragaia, a land where three divine champions descend to guide mortals out of survival and into civilization. A story of transformation, legacy, and the first steps of humanity toward eternity. Discover where it all began.

Orcs have always been known for being brutes, savage and sanguinary foes. Some have tried to understand them, to justify their ways by claiming that their size and the flood of hormones in their bodies make their frontal lobe less developed. That this explains why they make such perfect infantry. That war is all they can do. But that's a very shortsighted way of seeing them. Every race has its own nature, its own way of surviving. After all, if your greatest strength is brute force-wouldn't you use it? It takes something more to create an intelligent being. I don't consider orcs animals, but I do believe they stand closer to them than to us. Some even question if they have a soul. They clearly have spirituality-but then again, even birds and tigers seem to have some bond with the Creator. Are they capable of good? Or are their "good" acts nothing more than instinct-an evolutionary need to keep peace among themselves long enough to ensure new spawns? Then there are those who sink deeper, the ones who've lost even the crude laws of their kind. The outcasts. The lawless. Their own kin fear them, yet never dare to fight them. Instead, they send them away-anywhere else. Those are the ones I fear. People say, "Beware of the orcs! They are coming!" But not all come for blood. Some just want to talk, to share, to be understood-however clumsy their ways. It's the others-the ones who kill for a whim, for pleasure-those are the ones that truly terrify me 📜📜📜 -Guilliad, Cave on a mountain, 608 A5F (after 5th fracture). -Found among the belongings of a presumed explorer. The body was later recovered near the river below.

For centuries, they have defended the Crown and the Faction in possession of it. For millennia, they have been allowed themselves to be bound to the power of the Crown. For eons, they have guarded their secrets along with those of the ones who ruled. They have been waiting, watching, and building strength. Now, the time has come. The Primordials have never got along well with each other. The Factions were created for a reason and the divisions between them run deeper than the wells of time itself. The Crown is the one thing that has torn them apart more viciously than any other petty squabble. Now, it will be the one thing that must bring them together.

Welcome to Sapthara - a fictional modern country shaped by tradition, hierarchy, and clan identity. This book offers a detailed look into the world where Our Youth is set. (Currently editing)

Katya discovers that magic isn't just fairy tales - it's a part of who she truly is. Her loyal house spirit, Timofey, invites her to a secret gathering of the Domovoi - guardians of homes from all around the world - held in a hidden underground hall during troubled times. There, she meets keepers from distant lands, learns about the ancient Book of House Spirits, and touches her own magic for the first time. When she lays her hand on the Stone of Power, it reveals her gift: two elemental affinities. Her journey as a student begins, watched over by those who protect hearths across the world.

Yggdrasil Burrow is filled with mysteries, from the town's name's sake to the stone stairs that lead to nowhere in the middle of the woods. But the biggest of them all would be the missing children...every few years since the town has been founded children would disappear. No trace. No bodies. No leads. Only missing fliers covering every inch of the town as a grim reminder to never move on from, no more so for Detective Resistance "Ressy" Noles whose own little sister became one the missing years ago. Becoming a cop with determination that consumed her for years she wouldn't stop to find her sister and the other children leading her down a rabbit hole of secrets that would involve her daughter and her new "imaginary" friend... Book cover made by chaemin_xue on Instagram Chapter made by BrinBrin(Ghost)

Short Story about a colisseum

Drakenshard is an ancient land, scarred by the battles of forgotten kings and the timeless presence of dragons. Craggy mountains rise like the spines of slumbering beasts, their peaks veiled in ash and storm. Forests older than any kingdom whisper in tongues long lost, and rivers run red not just from iron-rich earth, but from centuries of blood spilled in pursuit of power. The very soil breathes history, thick with magic and memory. Once ruled by the mighty House Skarn, Drakenshard was a realm of fire and order. The Skarns were dragonlords, bonded to the last true dragons of the old world-not the stunted drakes that now infest the hills, but creatures vast and sentient, their wings blotting out the sun. Their rule was harsh but just, held together by a pact older than any crown: protect the flame, protect the realm. But nothing forged in fire lasts forever. As generations passed, the might of House Skarn waned. Greedy lords and ambitious bannermen whispered treachery behind stone walls. The once-unified realm fractured, and from its shattered pieces, rival houses emerged-each hungering for a taste of dragonfire. Among them, House Thorne, born of rebellion, carved its name in blood and thorns, wielding cunning like a blade. To the north, House Ardwyn rose from icy silence, secretive and stoic, their words cold as the steel they forge. And in the swamps of the east, where mist clings to bone-white trees, House Drakmire brews its secrets in the dark, speaking with things no man dares name.

Ragnar, a young hunter eager to prove himself, ventures into the frozen wilderness to track a monstrous dire wolf that has plagued his village. Following its trail to a cave filled with bones, he faces the creature in a brutal fight for survival.

"The world is dying beautifully. Forests hum lullabies to bones, cities bloom from rot, and laughter echoes through the ruins of forgotten empires. Here, joy is a fragile madness, and wonder comes laced with dread. It's not a story of light or shadow-but of a realm where both dance, inseparable, in every breath the world takes."

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