Mythicfantasy Stories

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.

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.

Five years after being declared dead, a powerful sorcerer returns during his own memorial-dragged back into a war older than history and a life that no longer has space for him. Bound to secrets, watched by gods and organizations alike, he survives by keeping distance from everything human. Until one quiet night in a convenience store. She is ordinary in a world of monsters. He is anything but. Yet in the stillness after fire and violence, something fragile begins to grow-something that doesn't demand power, only presence. In a story where cities burn, legends fly, and souls refuse to stay anchored, love becomes the only place where everything finally stops.

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.

"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.

Magic remembers what the world tries to forget. And Thalia was never meant to be remembered at all. In a modern world powered by spell craft and ancient enchantments, Thalia lives as a ghost among the living. People forget her face. Lights flicker when she walks by. Magic glitches around her like it's afraid. She tells herself it's nothing. A flaw. A curse. An inconvenience. Until a single black feather falls at her feet-humming with an ancient heartbeat-and the world around her begins to fracture. Shadows whisper her name. Buildings flicker into ruins. Prophecies contradict themselves. And a stranger watches her from the rooftops with eyes of silver and shadow. He is hunting something. And somehow... it's her. As forgotten realms bleed into the modern world, Thalia is pulled into a web of lies, broken prophecies, and seductive manipulation. Every truth she uncovers costs her a piece of herself. Every power she awakens takes something in return. Every choice she makes shapes the fate of four hidden realms. She was never born to save them. She was born to unmake them.

Hell has eight layers that function. And one that finishes. Born without consent and shaped into necessity, Asmodeus is the Ninth Hell-the final boundary where everything stops. Cold, precise, and dangerously quiet, his realm exists to deny what should never continue. He has always believed this is normal. It isn't. As Asmodeus wanders beyond his domain for the first time, he begins to realize that Hell is not built the same way everywhere-and neither is he. Silence that watches. Growth that doesn't end. A realm that holds instead of concludes. And somewhere between the place where things pause and the place where they consume, the King of Finality lingers longer than intended. Where Things End is a mythic, slow-burn fantasy about duty, restraint, and the terrifying discovery that even the end may want to rest.

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.

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.

They say when a mermaid dies of a broken heart, she dissolves into seafoam. They are wrong. Ariel gave up her voice for love. She endured pain for hope. She believed the surface world would choose her back. Instead, she was forgotten. When the prince she saved marries another, Ariel does not fade into legend. She sinks-into the darkest trenches of the sea, into the remnants of forbidden magic, into a power older and crueler than any fairytale ever dared to tell. What rises from the depths is not a girl in love, but a queen forged from salt and sorrow. As storms haunt the coastline and whispers spread of a phantom presence beneath the waves, the world above begins to learn a terrible truth: the sea remembers every betrayal. This is not a love story. This is a descent. This is the story of how a mermaid became a myth-and a sea witch claimed her reign. A dark, mythic reimagining of The Little Mermaid, where love is not a reward, silence is not weakness, and the ocean always takes what it is owed. Author's Note: Salt and Sorrow is a dark, mythic reimagining inspired by The Little Mermaid. This story explores grief, power, betrayal, and the transformation that follows when love is not returned-and silence is mistaken for weakness. This is not a soft fairytale, nor a romance with a gentle ending. It is a descent. A legend in the making. Reader discretion is advised.

After unraveling the mysteries of Lillianne's past after reincarnation and braving countless complicated adventures and reuniting with her lover, Solenne and Lillianne are finally free to celebrate the Festival of Sun and Moon together in peace. But true to her nature, Lillianne can't help but stumble into a bit of trouble along the way. Still, nothing can stand in the way of their well deserved happily ever after. ------- A short story that is focused of the Happily Ever After for the novel that one day I will hopefully write.

Olympus had no foresight, clouded by the chaos created by their own. As they struggled from within, the Minoans rose to power. You think you know their stories: King Minos, the Minotaur's labyrinth and the legend of Icarus. To you, they are children's tales. The Minoans, also known as the Keiftu, were real, and they were the first people to challenge the Gods. They would fail, but not because of Olympian intervention. The seeds of their undoing rooted deep below the foundation of their capitol city: Knossos. This is the story of how a boy became King, how he built an empire. This is the tale of Olympus and how the Gods' feuds brought doom and despair, turning an empire to rubble.

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.

In the ancient land of Erotani, where beasts roamed and rival clans feuded, a mighty hero named Springthaw the Hawk-Eyed embarks on a dangerous quest to defend his noble family's honor. Summoned by his mother, he learns of a lowborn blacksmith named Baharmon the Red who threatens their standing within the Lynkanae Clan. Faced with a moral dilemma, Springthaw must decide between his sense of justice and the preservation of his family's legacy. As tensions rise and a fateful duel approaches, Springthaw grapples with his duty and the consequences of his choices. Will he sacrifice his own soul for the sake of his family? First part of the Erotanian Classical Novel "Tales and Legends of Springthaw the Hawk-Eyed" dating from the Ninth Age (lasted about 700 - 1100 AE, novel from around 840 AE)

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.

Hlina is a goddess that resides in Asgard, but she's always had an interest in the lives of mortals. All she wants to do is help them and spread kindness just as her father taught her. Gods are not meant to interfere with the lives of mortals, though, and doing so opens her up to punishment handed down straight from the Allfather himself. Stripped of both her power and immortality, Hlina must come to terms with her actions and the consequences that follow.

Two months ago, Megan found a genie. Now, the bottle is gone, her wishes don't work, and her perfect life is collapsing. Her popularity is tanking, she's failing every class, and she's on the brink of getting kicked off the track team. Since she hasn't used all her wishes, Megan knows something is very wrong. When Jake finally shows back up at school, he's not talking to her; he's not even acknowledging she exists. Their relationship was just getting started, and now it might be over before it even began. Megan is spiraling. To save her reputation, her grades, and the guy she might lose forever, she has only one option: she must find who took the bottle and steal it back. She needs to move fast, before the thief uses their own wishes and destroys her chance with Jake forever. But is the culprit a stranger, or worse, one of her own friends?

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.

If you love Hanzo, dragons, slow burn, elemental magic, and women who can break the world by accident - welcome home. A woman falls through a portal and into Hanzo Shimada's exile. She does not speak. She does not bleed like the rest of them. Her voice is a weapon, her song a bridge to a world that may no longer exist. When her magic stirs the dragons in his blood, destiny shifts- and Earth becomes the place she might learn to call home. OC × Hanzo - slow burn, magic, found identity

One soul. Eighteen lives. And in each one, someone is destined to love him-or destroy him. Reborn again and again across centuries of war, a cursed spirit awakens each time with no memory-only fire burning beneath his skin. This isn't reincarnation. It's a sentence. And his name in this life... is Izel. Born under an eclipse in a city of blood and sacrifice, Izel carries a glyph that marks him for greatness-or apocalypse. The gods whisper of war, of prophecy, of a blade that must be drawn. But they didn't expect her. Citlalli has seen his future. In it, he burns the world. She was trained to stop him. To kill him before the glyph consumes his soul. But there's one problem-she's already in love with him. And if she hesitates, the gods will fall. If she obeys, she'll lose the only soul she's ever known-again and again. A dark romance of forbidden love, divine betrayal, and a fire that refuses to die.