Mythicfantasy Stories

Once a devoted monk, now exiled and nameless, Sanwu walks through the ruins of a world he helped break. Branded The Unbound, haunted by dreams that aren't his own, he alone hears the bells that no longer ring. When a girl with a cursed spirit crosses his path, and a child who whispers to ghosts begins to follow, Sanwu finds himself at the heart of a growing storm. Relic hunters chase echoes of power. A death cult rises in the ashes. And the War God he once released threatens to rise again. To stop it, Sanwu must sacrifice more than his past. He must decide if redemption is worth becoming no one at all. A quiet, spiritual fantasy about memory, guilt, and the weight of names. When the bells call again, will he answer? A Korean-inspired dark fantasy.

She notices what she shouldn't. He notices her anyways. In a quiet coastal village left off most maps, Kage has learned how to live between glances. She bakes bread before dawn, helps run a market stall by midday, and leaves offerings to the Old Gods out of habit rather than belief. She knows the world is larger than mortals are meant to understand, but like everyone else, she has learned that keeping your head down is safer than asking questions. Then the dreams begin. Strange, vivid dreams that leave her restless. Flickers of light she cannot explain. Moments that make her wonder if she is imagining things, or finally noticing what has always been there. When Kage is summoned to a neutral institute watched by powerful forces, she finds herself surrounded by heirs, warriors, and figures who seem certain of what they are meant to become. She is not. Among them is Kaleen, an heir of the sea who keeps his distance and watches her with open distrust. He is disciplined, guarded, and clearly aware of rules she does not yet understand. Where others dismiss her, he notices. Where she questions, he withdraws. Their interactions are restrained, uneasy, shaped by tension rather than trust. But proximity has a way of eroding certainty. As old powers stir and the balance of the world begins to strain, Kage must decide who she is willing to become, and whether the shadows she carries exist to hide her... or to protect something far more dangerous than she ever imagined. © Anne Starks. All rights reserved. Work in progress.

Two endings exist. One saves the world. One rules it. Shadows have always followed Astra. But when the sky fractures and the ground begins to breathe, she learns the truth: She was never haunted by the dark - she was born from it. The Hunger, an ancient cosmic force sealed centuries ago, is waking. And Astra is the last blood-heir of the Nightbearers - the ones who once locked the darkness away with their own souls. As her town collapses into living shadow and the Door of Night begins to open, Astra must choose: Save the world by losing herself or Become the Queen of Shadows and rule what was meant to destroy everything. From forbidden love to godlike corruption, from quiet sacrifice to absolute power, this is a story of: 🖤 Hunger 🖤 Bloodlines 🖤 Siblings torn between light and dark 🖤 And the terrifying cost of choice This is not a story where darkness is defeated. This is a story where darkness chooses a queen.

Flip Sable is twelve, living in Sionisp-a territory where winter forces its people to migrate or die, and the woods are ruled by things no one names out loud. Life is quiet, tense, and fragile, held together by family routines and unspoken fear. When the season turns and the final migration begins, Flip finds themself caught between responsibility and instinct, faith and doubt, childhood and something far less forgiving. As the journey unfolds, strange signs, uneasy encounters, and old beliefs begin to press in. Flip must navigate a world shaped by gods, loss, and survival where watching, listening, and remembering may matter just as much as strength. INSPIRATION: Attack On Titan, Greek mythology, Warrior Cats

Seraxa Nightthorn is the daughter of Hell's king-raised to conquer, born to destroy. Instead, she saves the ones her world would burn. When her defiance draws the attention of Arael, an archangel sworn to erase her kind, heaven and hell collide in ways neither realm prepared for. As ancient laws fracture and war looms on every horizon, Seraxa is forced to choose between the throne she was born to claim and the light she was never meant to touch. This is a story about choice over destiny, mercy over obedience, and what happens when light refuses to let go of the dark.

"Before legends are carved in stone... they are forged in storms, in blood, and in choices no child should ever face." The tale begins on the night the skies themselves broke open-when a celestial-dark storm bled light and shadow over the Solarium Bastion. In its wake, the Order of Luminar discovered an infant wrapped in silver cloth... and a newborn dire wolf pup curled against him, refusing to be moved. That child was Divuad. That wolf was Freya. And destiny had already bound them tighter than soulsteel. Raised within the sacred halls of the Order, young Divuad trains, struggles, and rises through the ranks as strange powers awaken beneath his skin-powers even the Elders whisper about behind closed doors. Freya, once a small silver pup, grows into a fierce guardian, sensing every flicker of the ancient force that stirs within her bonded companion. As shadows creep across Aurelion Crestfall, Divuad faces the horrors no Initiate should ever confront: Lower Abyssal entities stalk the wilds, secrets buried beneath the Solarium itself, and the prophecy that hints he may be the final thread between salvation and oblivion. With Freya at his side-fang, fury, and loyalty incarnate-the boy steps onto a path far larger than his years. This is not merely the story of how a hero is born. It is the story of how the last of an ancient lineage begins to awaken. If you dare follow his footsteps... then open the pages. The storm is only beginning. - Odric Shadowrend Ranger. Chronicler. Watcher of the Riftborne's rise.

Beneath the sacred stones of Minas Tirith, a forgotten seal breaks-and with it, the boundaries between judgment and mercy. When Aragorn awakens Ancalagon the Black, the greatest of Morgoth's dragons, he does not seek conquest. He offers redemption. Faced with divine scrutiny and mortal fear, Aragorn proposes a covenant: not of chains, but of choice. As Eönwë, Herald of the Valar, descends to challenge this act of trust, the fate of Middle-earth trembles. Can a soul forged in fire walk the path of peace? And what price must be paid for hope? This is a tale of transformation, institutional reckoning, and the fragile power of grace. A dragon seeks restoration. A king risks everything. And the stars themselves seem to hold their breath. Themes: Redemption, divine justice, political consequence, emotional realism, mythic fantasy. --- Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fanfiction inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's legendarium. It is a transformative, non-commercial story written with deep respect for the original canon. All characters, settings, and lore from The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion are the property of their respective rights holders. No copyright infringement is intended.

Some doors appear only when you're already being forgotten. Brielle Morgan has lived her whole life with a feeling she can't name - as if something precious was taken from her before she ever had the chance to remember it. When a hidden threshold opens and draws her into Lorewood, a school for fairy students where stories are preserved and names carry power, Brielle discovers she is not like the others. Records blur around her. Memories refuse to hold. And the white streak in her hair marks a story that was never finished. As whispers spread of a forgotten magic and a queen who erases stories instead of writing them, Brielle must uncover the truth about her past - before it disappears forever. Because some stories don't fade. They resist.

The forest forged him into a weapon. Akuma, the Great Serpent, rules by bone and blood. Until a monstrous wolf crosses sacred ground and refuses to kneel. Violence meets violence. An ancient law stirs in the roots of the wild. Enemies by nature. Bound by blood. Lovers only if they dare become it. What the forest binds cannot be broken.

When Sylva stumbles into a sacred forest clearing on the night of an ancient pack rite, her suppressed plant magic awakens with violent clarity. As the land itself intervenes, those present are forced to choose restraint over instinct and witnessing over control. Unclaimed is a standalone mythic vignette about power that cannot be owned, and the quiet strength of being left untouched.

Follow the journey of a Witch, a girl named Naomi, and the consequences of their fortuitous meeting. This is a draft in progress that once completed will be edited and finalised, as such I am more than open to any feedback and thoughts as It progresses. I sincerely hope you enjoy the story!

Vädrion is a vast, ancient world built on the living architecture of roots, magic, and forgotten divinity. At its dawn, three Primordials shaped creation itself Väthar the Protector, Kaelvyr the Creator, and Ruinmar the Destroyer. From their essence rose the Loyal Eight, divine beings who nurtured dawn, moonlight, healing, forests, oceans, craft, fate, and peaceful death. But betrayal shattered the world. The Rebel Gods usurped creation, rewrote history, and plunged mortals into ages of lies. When the long-buried Rootspire finally rose again, prophecy awakened and truth returned. Across continents, kingdoms, bloodlines, and lost races, the Convergence reshaped reality and rebalanced the forces of magic, nature, and mortality. Now restored by the Nameless One's choice, Vädrion enters the Age of Balance an era where Primordials, gods, mortals, and all living things must share the future together. Vädrion is a world of ancient language, living roots, divine history, mythic wars, and new beginnings. It is a setting full of stories yet to be told. This is a worldbuilding concept, not a complete story. Vädrion is an open setting designed for writers, novelists, and TTRPG creators who want to build their own tales within it. Feel free to transform, expand, or reinterpret any part of this world. Let me know if you enjoy it and want more. If you want, I can format this like an introduction page, a preface, or a TTRPG-style overview.

The gods knew Ragnarök was inevitable. What lay uncertain was the new world that would rise from its ashes. In New Midgard, not everyone believed in the old gods. To unbelievers, they were just legend and nothing more. I knew better. It was only centuries later that unbelievers became believers when news of children possessing godly powers reached word to the Empire. Threatened by their abilities, King Starbringer passed a new law which forced others like me to go into hiding. After an encounter with the Empire's Guard, I am told to find the rest of the Twelve before the Empire can. But first, I need to return the Allcron Stone, a safeguard of the gods powers, to it's rightful place in the roots of Yggdrasil. The World Tree. The Empire won't stop searching until they have all Twelve of us. And we know that their mission will be futile without the Allcron Stone. Restoring it is our only hope.

Alternative name: My unique emperor 2 It is 2nd part of my unique emperor . In order to receive love from her father, Mirai tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. She even married the monster, Zhou Keung. But she gradually fell in love with him. Her cousin killed her to save his love, Zhan Peng Peng. Mirai, recalling these things, returns to the past. Four years before her marriage. "Now that I have been given a life again, I will live it freely for myself! I will punish those who hurt me". Although she returns to the past, why did her husband's personality changed? He is a cruel tyrant in this life who can kill anyone who doesn't follow his orders. What is the relationship between them in their past lives? How could the female lead survive this time? I don't own the images.

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.

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.

In a world forgotten by time, two lost souls, Kael and Elowyn, are drawn to an ancient forest where the earth whispers and the winds carry untold power. With no names and no past, they are guided by the forest's magic, awakening a deep, ancient connection that transforms them. As they journey through forgotten ruins and face the mysteries of their fate, they discover that even those lost to the world can become part of something greater-something alive. Together, they must learn to embrace their newfound power and their place in a destiny written in the stars.

The teaser for my upcoming story, Stormbound....

From the Classic of Mountains and Seas springs the wellspring of China's ancient culture-a boundless realm where gods and demons roam without number, where love and hatred burn with unending intensity, where warlords weave their ruthless intrigues, and where heroes of unyielding spirit rise in defiance. Together, these forces clash and converge, illuminating one another, and shaping a vast, primeval world of myth and destiny.

The Moth's Path is a tale of memory, loss, and self-discovery. When Elara was five, her father gave her a silver moth pendant and a lesson she never forgot-moths may seem fragile, but they always find their way through the dark. Years later, standing at the edge of the mysterious Forest of Whispers, those words echo in her mind as she follows a flickering silver moth into the unknown. Haunted by the past and searching for answers, Elara ventures deeper, confronting the silence of the forest, the weight of old wounds, and the presence of a cryptic Guardian. Along the way, she must decide whether she is chasing the truth-or being led toward something greater. As she unravels the mystery surrounding her pendant, her father's legacy, and the truth hidden within the Cavern of Reflection, Elara realizes that her journey was never about reclaiming what was lost. It was about who she would become. A beautifully woven story of resilience, grief, and transformation, The Moth's Path is a journey through light and shadow-where even in the darkest places, something new can take flight.