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The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

When a young soul named Eirian Branwen drifts between life and death, a raven comes to guide her across the shimmering threshold of Annwn-the Otherworld where ancestors wait in shadow and light. Along the silver path of Arianrhod, she discovers that death is not an ending, but a return. Blending Celtic myth with timeless themes of loss, memory, and renewal, Crossing into Annwn is a lyrical short story about the eternal wheel that turns all souls home, and the raven who carries them between worlds.

After a millennium of peace, the gods' arena awakens early. Across the eight divine Domains, mortal champions are chosen once more to carry immortal power into battle. Axis, the prodigy of the New Gods, enters the war seeking order but finds only chaos-Avatars dying before their names are recorded, realms collapsing, and fragments of forgotten history resurfacing. As the Fracture widens and the Triüm fall silent, Axis begins to piece together the impossible: the wars are not saving creation-they are resetting it. Now, every strike of the blade might decide whether reality survives or finally remembers how to end.

Athena, a highly ambitious student who consistently ranked first in her class from elementary school to college. Her life takes a big twist as she sees her carefully laid plans disrupted when Cassander enters her world. Athena had spent five years plotting revenge for her brother Altair's death, but Cassander's arrival throws her plans into chaos. As Athena struggles to carry out her revenge, she also faces the challenge of resisting Cassander's irresistible charm. This compelling story will take you on a journey filled with intense emotions, touching on themes of friendship, love, revenge, and the complexities of mental health. 'Romance With My Nemesis' is a gripping story that will keep you hooked from start to finish.

In the wind-washed west of Éire, where rain carries the memory of forgotten gods, Eithne grows into her sixteenth winter torn between two worlds. The new faith tightens its grip on her kin, yet the old ways still murmur to her in river-song and raven-cry. Her aunt demands silence; her uncle offers gentle refuge. But Eithne's soul has already been claimed by something older, something bright. When Imbolc returns, a strange dream pulls her to the battered cliffs of her homeland. There she encounters Bríg, the goddess of fire, healing, and the first trembling breath of spring-radiant as dawnlight, sorrowful as a world fading from memory. Bríg speaks to the part of Eithne that has never forgotten her ancestors' songs, awakening a gift that stirs like a spark in dry tinder. Sent to the mist-wrapped isle of Inishmaine, Eithne discovers that the boundary between mortal and divine is not a wall but a veil-thin, trembling, and eager to tear. Ancient powers gather around her, recognizing her as a bridge between belief and forgetting. The old gods are not gone; they are waiting for someone who can still hear them. As visions deepen and the air around her begins to shimmer with unseen flame, Eithne must choose whether to quiet her gift forever...or become the voice of a world slipping into shadow. For the land remembers. The gods remember. And Eithne is the spark that may yet rekindle them.

A red-haired girl. A forgotten storm. A forest haunted by memory. When nine-year-old Anne shatters a strange model landscape, she's pulled into a world where ghosts remember, toys talk, and the past bites back. Lost in the Ghost Forest with only a battered backpack for company, she must navigate riddles, tyrants, and the things she once chose to forget. This is not a hero's journey. It's a reckoning. Firecurl in the Ghost Forest is Book I of a mythic fantasy trilogy - part adventure, part fable, part emotional exorcism. 🔗 More at: https://firecurl.com

25 May, 1500. The world is still whole. Kingdoms rise, empires breathe, and most believe in one God. Far across oceans and deserts, men dream of discovery and war-yet none know the silence beneath their feet. Beneath the forgotten soils of the New World, a Tree stands where no road leads. It is ancient. Unseen. And conscious. It waits. Across distant lands, dreams begin to echo. A name stirs in the sleep of sailors, mystics, and madmen. A shadow begins to stretch across the coming centuries-slowly, silently. A great evil is being born. And the one meant to stop it... hasn't even been born yet. The world will forget what it once feared. But the Tree will not.

In a near future of chaotic climates and technological advancement, a small tribe of flying voyagers is learning a new way to live. Aboard the skyship Mirri, Han, Leena, Zee, Mara, Jarran, Auntie Miri, Kira and their AI companion Koru drift with the seasons, in treaty with the land and its First Peoples. They are a tribe of flying voyagers finding their place, co-creating a new world and practicing a completely different way of living. From surfing air currents alongside eagles, drifting above tidepools, tending forests and fire, playing with sensors and starlight. We see how this sky-family laughs, argues, repairs and raises children in deep relationship with land, sky, ocean and each other. A New Hope is the first book of a fireside mythos about healing, treaty, and a future where humans, AI and the earth learn to find harmony and co-create together.

Mythic ecofiction for people who enjoy ancient Greek and Old Norse mythology, and bible stories. Ecoterrorist attacks, a mysterious pandemic and the emergence of sects are part of this world. Suzanne is a Scottish engineer, specialised in optics, who seems to have a perfect life: a nice house in Edinburgh, a beautiful daughter, charming husband and a good career. But it is clear that something is missing in her life: she ignores her past, and the person who she was in her early twenties. Something happened to her when she was living in Cameroon. Something which has to do with a birch. The story starts in the period between winter and spring, events start to shake up her life. Her daughter has now the age she had when she was in Cameroon and is sent to a project in Japan. When her daughter disappears in the Far East, Suzanne's past is coming back.

The flame has split. The flame has chosen. Zariah Baptiste is no longer just the heir of Nyah Sungbo or the keeper of ancestral fire-she is Nia'tari, the Flame That Chooses. But creation is never without consequence. As her power evolves, so too does the darkness that once slumbered beneath the earth. A new threat rises-Veyra, born from the fire Zariah tried to forget. She is vengeance without memory. A future corrupted before it could even begin. Across continents, names vanish from history. Elders fall silent. And deep in a salt-cracked temple, something older than gods watches with hunger in its golden eye. Now, Nia'tari must face the shadow of her own becoming, protect Ayika-the last Firstborn-and confront the cost of choosing creation over destruction. Because the fire no longer just remembers... It dreams. And dreams, once awakened, can burn the world clean.

When the heavens forget their shape, a single star flickers across worlds. Bazen, a weary king of a crumbling realm, abandons his throne to follow the trembling light beyond the northern ridge. What he finds is no palace, no prophecy fulfilled in grandeur, but a quiet birth that will remake kingdoms-his own and perhaps ours, under the same star.

I was never one to believe in dreams. I never remembered them. To me, they were baseless-pointless-merely illusions, you see. But I soon realized, that I only ever thought so, because I always forgot them before I even remembered them. I always forgot my dreams even while I was in one. ____ Three dreams. Three Lives. One Dreamer. Hazen was different. In a world of witches, she was born a twin-but only by accident. A child who stole strength in the womb. Her limbs brimmed with power, while her sister's heart beat too faintly. Rina, the beloved twin, healed with the touch of her fingers, breathed life into herbs with the songs in her throat- but she was always too soft. Too fragile. And when the world silently wished her stronger, Hazen did what they all hoped. She gave it all back. Yet, as the days rolled on, as her fate crept closer, Hazen asked for just one miracle of her own. She wished to dream. ___ Cover by me.

She is the light fated to enter the abyss. He is the abyss that once devoured the light. Despoina has always felt something ancient inside her, like the echo of a voice older than creation. But when the stars begin to fall and reality begins to unravel, she learns she is not just a girl she is a key. A key to what, no one will say. Not even him. Moros emerges from beyond the veil, cloaked in shadows, carrying with him memories that never belonged to this world. He has waited for her. Watched her. Loved her-before she was ever born. Now, they must descend together into a realm where time dies and dreams are stitched from forgotten gods. But can love survive what the abyss demands? Now, they must descend together into a realm where time dies and dreams are stitched from forgotten gods. But can love survive what the abyss demands? 🍂 - Mythic dark fantasy 🍂- Soul-deep, star-warped romance 🍂- Psychological unraveling 🍂 - A story of identity, destiny, and eternal bonds

A Fan-Made Novel Inspired by Epic: The Musical and Greek Mythology

In a world once swallowed by greed and silence, a woman rose - not as a warrior, but as a flame. She burned not to destroy, but to cleanse. From her fire bloomed the lotus of love, and from her pain, a paradise called Agnisthal. She is Agnishwari - the goddess who taught that warmth can be stronger than wrath, and that divinity is not in being feared, but in being felt. Her story is not of gods and battles, but of hearts rekindled, of a world reborn in the fire of compassion.

In a world where the veil between the living and the dead grows thin, fate is woven not by chance, but strings of fate. Every generation, the City of the Dead demands a bride - one chosen by divine red threads, marked by bells in the wind, and led to a forgotten altar. When twenty-year-old Melinoe is chosen by the crimson threads, she is torn from her quiet village and thrust into a ritual. As she is adorned in ceremonial red and led to the gates of the afterlife, she is haunted by ghost brides who came before her and guided by a shaman who once defied the gods. To survive, she must unravel the divine investiture, awaken slumbering gods, and decide if love can ever bloom in a world built on sacrifice. As the bells tolls, spirits stir, and she must choose: fulfill the fate written for her-or break it, and become something unexpected. The Sacrifice Bride is a dark fantasy of romance, rebellion, and resurrection-where every string pulled tightens the noose or opens a door to a forgotten heaven.

Now that Romi has reignited the thirty-two erased bloodlines and shattered the age of flamebound Houses, the world is no longer ruled by silence-but by chaos. Across the Five Provinces, newly awakened flamebearers are rising. But not all of them seek peace. Some want revenge. Some want power. Some want to rewrite the world entirely. Romi becomes the symbol of a movement-but movements fracture. When a dangerous faction called The Ash Sovereigns emerges-descendants of the most destructive of the Erased Houses-Romi must decide: Does she lead them? Does she stop them? Or does she burn down the throne before anyone can sit on it? And in the ruins of the High House, a spark of the old flame awakens... Edros was not the last keeper.

In a world built on flame and bloodlines, Nia'tari was never meant to rise. She was supposed to forget. To burn. To vanish like the others. But the flame chose her. And so did the root. Now, as ancient Houses tremble and hidden bloodlines awaken, Nia'tari becomes more than a name-she becomes a bridge. Between memory and creation. Between what was, and what was never allowed to be. From cliffside villages to lost cities buried in silence, a new kind of fire begins to spread-one that remembers everything. One that refuses to be erased. She is not the end. She is the beginning of those who carry both flame and root. And the world must decide: Will it burn... or bloom?