Mythicfantasy Stories

Sybilla has spent thousands of years as the Goddess of Seasons, bound to an immortal existence of unyielding duty, cold perfection, and absolute isolation. She oversees the birth of spring and the death of winter across realms, but she has never felt the warmth of true emotion-until she steps onto the mortal plane and meets Clement Vandervell. Clement is just a humble farmer, living by the rhythm of the soil and the work of his hands. Yet, his simple reverence for life and unshakeable human warmth captivate Sybilla in ways centuries of celestial power never could. In his quiet cottage and sunlit fields, the goddess finds a peace she never knew existed. But the High Pantheon does not tolerate desertion. When divine scouts begin scouring the earth for their missing goddess, unnatural storms and severe droughts threaten to tear Clement's world apart. Sybilla is faced with an impossible choice: return to her throne in the heavens, or defy the gods to protect the mortal man who taught her how to truly live. A bittersweet, soul-stirring romance about love, mortality, and how brevity makes every single second precious

The storm is over. Jo Ann Whitlow is home. The Door is closed. The Road still remembers, but six months after the events of Windswept Hope, the fracture in the sky remains. Invisible to everyone except Jo Ann. As the Keeper of the Road, she begins seeing things no one else can see, new names appearing on the ancient path, impossible dreams, and a watching eye beyond the stars. When people across the world begin forgetting loved ones, entire towns, and even pieces of history itself, Jo Ann discovers something terrifying: The creature they fought was never the true enemy. Beyond the fracture waits an ancient intelligence older than memory, older than the Watchers, older than the Door itself, and it has finally turned its gaze toward Earth.

Thira Veyan entered the Citadel of Seven Oaths to discover why her village had been erased from every imperial map. She never expected the Citadel to remember her. At twenty-two, Thira carries forbidden salt from Iruvai-and six missing months from her own past. During the First Witnessing, the ritual gives her a forbidden ability to hear memories trapped inside objects. The price is immediate: she loses the sound of her mother's voice. Then she finds something impossible. Her own name is already carved beneath the ritual basin. The carving is three years old. Beside it is the name of Nilan Aras, a dangerous guardian who recognized her the moment she arrived. Thira does not remember him. Nilan remembers her. To uncover the truth, Thira must climb the Citadel's Seven Oaths, where every step toward greater power can erase another piece of her past. But the Citadel does not merely preserve memory. It decides what the world is allowed to remember. The Unremembered Oath is Book One of The Memory Throne, a mythic dark-academy romantic progression fantasy filled with forbidden magic, buried history, political secrets, and a slow-burn romance built around a past only one of them remembers.

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She was not born of thunder or war, but of everything in between-where choices hesitate, doors linger half-open, and fate has not yet decided its shape. As the Goddess of the In-Between, she exists in the quiet thresholds of the world, unseen but always present. When Hermes, the ever-moving messenger of the gods, stumbles upon her realm, he finds something he was never meant to cross without consequence: stillness that answers back. Drawn into a connection neither of them fully understands, he begins to blur the line between passage and pause. But in a world ruled by Olympian certainty, even a moment of hesitation can change destiny-and the space between them may be more powerful than either god realizes. Written by Cie🌻.

Before the Heart of Kandrakar chose its Guardian, there was another girl the worlds forgot. Created in secret by Phobos alongside her brother Caleb, Kai was never meant to rule or rebel. She was made to serve-to listen, to watch, to disappear within the walls of Meridian's castle. When Caleb is rescued and a rebellion ignites in his name, Kai is left behind, surviving in silence as hope becomes dangerous. Her escape comes years later at the hands of Trill, a woman who claims to be her mother and offers her a stolen past filled with love, safety, and purpose. But Trill is Nerissa, and her salvation is another kind of cage. Sent to Earth to spy on the W.I.T.C.H. girls, Kai wears borrowed faces and borrowed lies-until the Heart itself responds to her presence. When the Guardians attempt to erase her as an anomaly, something ancient awakens instead. A sixth auramere forms. The Lost Guardian is the story of the one who was never chosen, never counted, and never meant to exist-until the universe corrects its own mistake.

The sea doesn't give gifts. It only returns what history tried to bury. Along the storm-worn shores of Koral, every wolf knows their bloodline, their place, and the ancient laws that have guided the pack for generations. Until the sea returns a child. Found alone on the northern shore, Eve bears crimson hair, emerald eyes, and a scent no wolf recognizes. The elders have no answers. The oldest songs speak in riddles. Forgotten words come naturally to her, awakening memories no one alive should remember. As Eve grows, whispers become fears. Ancient prophecies stir. Buried histories resurface. And Miles, a quiet scholar devoted to Koral's forgotten archives, finds himself drawn into mysteries that challenge everything his people believe about their past-and everything he thought he knew about Eve. Together they uncover a truth powerful enough to divide packs, rewrite history, and awaken a bloodline the world believed lost. Because some bloodlines were never extinct. They were only forgotten. A slow-burn fantasy featuring ancient wolf lore, forgotten languages, political intrigue, found family, hidden history, rich world-building, and a romance that unfolds across years rather than moments.

Vael was made to be a weapon. For sixty-three thousand years, kings pointed him at enemies, empires named him terror, and armies learned that black armor meant death. Human skin alone could kill him, so no one touched him. Then Mira did. Not with bare hands. Not carelessly. She wrapped her fingers, asked permission, and taught an ancient weapon the shape of gentleness. When the empire executes her to regain control of him, Vael does not mourn like a man. He breaks the world like a blade. To return Mira, he must take three crowns: the crown of the body, the crown of memory, and the crown of the soul. But every crown asks a more terrible question. Is love still love if it refuses to let the dead say no? A dark fantasy tragedy about grief, resurrection, consent, and the difference between love and possession.

"She doesn't want to save the world, just survive. But fate has other plans." At the dawn of time, the gods waged war against an abominable force. After nearly succumbing, they managed to imprison the body and spirit of this deity in two identical blades-Suthra and Veyra-forged to contain that which could not be destroyed. Millennials later, when a pair of brothers dare to steal these blades from a forgotten temple, the sealed power awakens. Marked by symbols burning beneath her skin, Elara Dornach discovers that the stolen artifact carries not only power, but also consciousness-and that Chaos now whispers her name. As she struggles to survive and escape an inevitable fate, her twin brother, Cael, believes he has found the calling that will make him a hero. Among hunters, priests, and beings who walk between folklore and reality, the two brothers find themselves entangled in an ancient prophecy-one in which blood and sacrifice are the price to restore balance to what has been corrupted.

The Ancient Panhellenic Games have four games in total: Olympic Games, Pythian Games, Nemean Games, and Isthmian Games. Each game honors a region of mythologies. Explore mythic fantasy in this fun collaboration of myths & legends. Join @mythandlegend and @highfantasy to relive these games once more with our own version! Choose your weapons and take part in these miraculous events with us now, Panhellenic warriors.

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.

He has no name, only a destiny-called the rainbow's child. She is the priestess of the lake, who sees the sorrow waiting for him. Their meeting is tender yet fleeting, like sunlight after rain. A poetic fantasy of forbidden love, fate, and the beauty of what cannot last.

(COMPLETE!!!🔥) This is an emotional YA epic fantasy with powerful female leads, magic, betrayal, sacred beasts, war, grief, love, and morally complex characters. ~ Her fire could save Alphira... or reduce it to ashes. An orphan tween elf with powers she never knew she had - and in her hands lie the future of her homeland and the whole realm. Twelve-year-old Zurah Leteah never asked Fate to become the spark that could save or destroy the polyrealm of Alphira, but when the threat of Azamandar, the dark spirit, is made known in the land of the elves, she should have known her life was about to take a wild turn. ~ "When the evil is eliminated, the fire has served its purpose, so it must die out."

You die in an alley and wake in Yuriath with a voice in your head that catalogs the world. With GodMod you can mold reality with your hands... but every creation demands a price, and some choices ignite wars that don't belong to humans. Power, consent, fate: what are you willing to shape? Roxas is reborn in a living, hostile land, guided by a Console that logs everything: wounds, legends, limits. His unique skill, GodMod, lets him bend matter and symbols, but every use eats at flesh and conscience. Among remembering forests, corrupt cities, and a mask that rules the Pit, he meets Zaltrak'xia, an Huïn born for the canopy, and learns that saving someone can be an ambiguous act. In the woods of OmniArborea, where trees remember your breath, Roxas learns that every creation is a confession, every weapon an ethical choice. He meets Zaltrak'xia, a Huïn marked by chains and flight, and understands that "saving" is never neutral. Further south, through smoke and wagers, the Pit and Lady Banco pull the threads of something that smell like revolution, marked with blood. GODMOD is dark, mythic fantasy with diegetic interfaces: no flashing HUD bars-only a mind archiving what it fears to forget. Quick mini-chapters, rotating voices, visceral action, "living" worldbuilding, and questions about power, consent, responsibility. If reality can be shaped, who decides when to stop?

Time was never meant to be ruled. When the Stones of Time were made, a forgotten god emerged, seeking to claim them and impose a single, eternal age. Now mortals must choose between a flawless eternity and a living, uncertain world.

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession. No placement, but this tale has gotten a 95/100 in the Triquetra Awards Short Story category!

Wingate Carlton wakes beside the Hearth fire and finds a maiden formed from flame kneeling before her. Her name is Nyrielle. She has come to tell the part of the story the songs forget: not the root that held the breaking world together, but the flame that stayed beside him. Long ago, when Elarion tried to take care of everyone else, Nyrielle asked the question no legend wanted to answer: If he is taking care of everyone else, who will take care of him? A mythic fantasy short about love, sacrifice, longing, and the quiet courage of staying.

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.

A mythic fantasy told through scripture and verse, where gods fall, lovers defy heaven, and belief reshapes the world. In Aeloria, where the essence of Light and Void shapes destinies, power awakens in the hearts of mortals, and love once lost seeks to be reclaimed. When a chained shadow rises, and an angel of light dares to hope, the fate of gods and mortals alike hangs in balance-and only those who defy destiny can rewrite the heavens. (Wattpad Cover created with AI)

*Completed* "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, 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.