Fantasylore Stories

This chapter introduces Vael'Tharos, the primordial consciousness of gravity itself-an eternal, unmoving force that predates gods and civilizations. He does not conquer through wrath, but through inevitability, shaping mountains, oceans, and empires with fractional increases of unseen pressure. Watching the rise of cores, kings, and divine limits with detached curiosity, he reveals that all power exists within his field. Yet one anomaly unsettles the stillness-Drogan, who, upon brushing the Third Core, pushes back against the weight. For the first time in ages, gravity leans closer, not in anger, but in interest.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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In the ancient world of Calradia, kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of a single name-Yuti, the first and only bearer of the soul bound to the legendary blade. His conquest birthed the RAGNARÖK era: an age of fire, blood, and unstoppable power. His rage erased nations. His death shattered the world. For a thousand years, the blade remained sealed in stone, whispering the remnants of his fractured spirit. Until now. In the year 2620-an age where drones watch the skies but warriors still fight with steel-a girl named Teya accidentally awakens the ancient sword. When she pulls it free, the world fractures again. The spirit inside the blade speaks. It remembers everything. It remembers her bloodline. Hunted by cults, armies, and political factions, Teya is forced into a war she never chose. The sword offers power-but at a price. She must survive the legacy of Yuti, confront the darkness in her own blood, and decide whether she will repeat the sins of the past... or build the first true peace Calradia has ever known. A story of destiny, vengeance, myth, and rebirth. The past is not dead-it's waiting to be wielded.

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)

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)

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.

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.

Short Story about a colisseum

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.

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.

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.

Every corner of Euvern holds a secret. Some are whispered. Others are buried in blood and darkness. From the unforgiving shores of the Green Sea to the ostentaciuos Palace of Eredin, Tales of Euvern is a collection of standalone dark fantasy stories set across a continent gripped by ancient magic, brutal power struggles, and the quiet defiance of those forgotten by history. Witches burn. Kings bleed. Monsters are made. Follow healers hunted for their gifts, pirate queens who defy empires, princes and highborns haunted by their legacies. For in Euvern, every tale is a reckoning. Perfect for fans of The Witcher, A Song of Ice and Fire