Mythicfantasy Stories

Hell was never meant to burn alone. Azrion, the forgotten King of Hell, sits upon his obsidian throne as the fire within him begins to die. His realm is cracking. His children are lost. And his only hope lies in the mortal world-where a single soul shines bright enough to reignite everything. Her name is Nova. She lives a quiet life above, cloaked in silver hair, inked symbols, and an aura of love that doesn't belong in this world. But Nova is not what she seems. Her past was taken. Her power sealed. Her destiny hidden among stars and smoke. When Azrion enters her world, everything unravels. As Lucifer, the fallen Prince of Lies, rises to claim a stolen throne, the Children of Hell must choose between the truth they were denied and the lie they were born into. And in the center of it all, Azrion and Nova must face what they were, what they are, and what they're willing to become-together. This is not a story of conquest. This is a story of flame, memory, and love reborn in the ashes. For fans of dark romance, mythic fantasy, and morally complex love stories that burn hotter than Hell itself.

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.

As a vampire, Anna knows about hunting. What she doesn't know about is high school. Students don't pay attention, her English teacher repeats the same lesson for days on end, and why does she seem to be the only one not bolting for the door when the bell rings? With one friend who's obsessed with vampires and another who's not quite what she seems to be, Anna has to learn the rules of high school fast if she wants to remain undetected. As attacks throughout the city increase, suspicions mount. Anna tries to go unnoticed, but when her newfound friend sets out to prove the attacks are being caused by a vampire, Anna is left to wonder if her dark secret will be discovered. And what will happen to her if it is? ▪️Cover image made with Canva.com▪️

Having a genie is always complicated. Bringing him to school makes everything worse. Nothing ever seems to go Megan's way; she doesn't have that many friends, she's late for everything, and she's barely passing her classes. It seems like she's doing everything she can just to stay in the middle of the pack. So after scraping together all the couch-cushion money she could find, she decides to run away. Sitting at the bus stop late one night, Megan comes across an old bottle someone threw away. With nothing else to do, she decides to take a closer look. When she opens it, a kid her own age appears, ready to grant her whatever she wants. So, she wishes to be popular - what could go wrong? As Megan's life takes a drastic turn for the better, she gets a little cocky. After a failed bet with the genie, she agrees to let him come to school. Before she knows it, he's worming his way into every part of her life: he's in all her classes, friends with her brother, and getting invites to hang out with her friends. But once she starts spending time with him, Megan finds she has a new problem. Despite her best efforts, she's starting to see him as something more than just her personal wish-granter; he's almost a friend. But can she trust him?

Before God, there was her. Everleigh was the first flame - the woman the garden tried to forget. Cast out for defying creation itself, she wandered through centuries of ash and silence, birthing faith, fury, and love in equal measure. Every age she has lived, she's rebuilt what the gods destroyed. Every lifetime, she's lost the one soul she cannot live without. Now, in a world of glass towers and burning skies, the cycle begins again. Christian Hale - orphan, outcast, and haunted by dreams of crucifixion - carries scars that no mortal fire could make. When his anger shatters light and language, he draws the attention of a substitute teacher who knows his face too well. Eve Rowan is no ordinary woman. She is Everleigh, wearing another name, and he is the reborn son she has found and lost across lifetimes. But love is no longer the only war being waged. Adam walks the earth again - wearing a billionaire's smile, gathering disciples, and seeking the child who will unmake him. The old gods stir beneath the storm, and Eve must summon the five elemental wives she once bound to her cause: fire, shadow, wind, soil, and sea. Together, they will stand between the divine and the damned - and decide whether creation deserves to begin again. The Godless War is a haunting, mythic fantasy of rebirth, rebellion, and the love that endures after heaven burns.

When fear became family, the world had to listen. Hadrian Potter was never the frightened boy in the cupboard- he was the child who hated the cage. When Slender-man found him at four years old, he offered not salvation, but a place to belong. Raised in the Mansion of Monsters, Hadrian learns that silence can heal and that ;love can grow in the strangest places. But when Hogwarts call him back, the Wizarding world isn't ready for the boy who walks between life and death-or for the faceless father who wont let him stand alone. A Mythic Crossover of magic, fear, and family. Hadrian of the Hollow Refuge- hero to Silence and Magic both.

A tale from the forgotten chapter of Themyscira. In an age when Themyscira stood unchallenged-radiant, eternal, and guided by the gods-Amazon scout Alcinoe believed her future would be shaped only by honor, sisterhood, and the unbreakable peace of their hidden paradise. But peace can fracture in silence. When unsettling omens ripple through the island and a stranger washes ashore carrying warnings of a rising darkness, Alcinoe finds herself drawn into a widening rift among her own people. As tensions sharpen into division and ancient oaths begin to unravel, she must confront the terrifying truth that even paradise can bleed... and that some battles are fought not by steel, but by the choices of the heart. With Themyscira's fate poised on the edge of myth and memory, Alcinoe is forced to walk a path where loyalty, courage, and sacrifice become the only weapons strong enough to face what comes next. Before history remembered the Amazons-there was the age they tried to forget.

In a world where dreams were once stolen-ripped from the hearts of mortals and scattered like ash upon the wind-hope became a whisper few dared to follow. But from the remnants of that broken age, three descendants emerged, bound by fate and to a legacy that refused to fade. They were called forth by the lingering will of Sylvia-the Dreamkeeper, the Betrayed Flame-to reclaim what was lost and set right what history had buried. Sylira, fierce and unyielding. Noctavius, silent and watchful. Dravien, torn between doubt and duty. They are neither gods nor demigods, yet they bear the sacred marks of the Chosen. Not for glory, not for worship, but for judgment. For the world does not welcome them as heroes. It sees only echoes-reminders of a cataclysm born from Sylvia's rebellion and the fear it left behind. Their journey weaves through shattered lands and fractured realms, where old wounds still bleed and forgotten powers stir beneath the surface. They find unlikely allies among those cast aside-demigods stripped of divinity, mortals burdened with forbidden truth, and seers who remember what the world wants to forget. Each step forward is haunted by the past, yet driven by the hope of something more. But the war has never truly ended. It shifts, festers, grows-no longer just between gods and mortals, but between truth and deception, memory and myth, freedom and fear. The realms themselves fracture beneath the weight of unspoken truths, and whispers of a second sundering echo across the skies. What is a legacy if not a trial? What is redemption if not a choice? As shadows rise and the lines blur between salvation and ruin, the question remains: Will their journey mend the broken dream of the world, or will it unravel the last threads holding it together?

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.

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.

On the night of the Ever Flame festival, Princess Dulcinea of Kalambrar lost everything. Her mother was murdered. Her father's heart turned to stone. And Dulcinea made a vow- one sealed in blood and fire: to destroy the kingdom that took her mother's life. To do so, She must become everything She swore to hate. A Spy amongst her enemies, a bride to their prince and a weapon cloaked in silk and lies. Yet as she walks the halls of her enemies' castle, the Gods she no longer prays to seem to stir again. The stories her mother once told her- of dragons, of fire, of love eternal- whisper back to life in dreams she cannot explain. And between the knight who would burn the world for her and the prince who might save it, Dulcinea's heart begins to fracture. When the line between vengeance and love blurs, She must choose: Her vow. Her heart. Or the truth buried beneath hundreds of years of myth.

In a world where dreams were once stolen-ripped from the hearts of mortals and scattered like ash upon the wind-hope became a whisper few dared to follow. But from the remnants of that broken age, three descendants emerged, bound by fate and to a legacy that refused to fade. They were called forth by the lingering will of Sylvia-the Dreamkeeper, the Betrayed Flame-to reclaim what was lost and set right what history had buried. Sylira, fierce and unyielding. Noctavius, silent and watchful. Dravien, torn between doubt and duty. They are neither gods nor demigods, yet they bear the sacred marks of the Chosen. Not for glory, not for worship, but for judgment. For the world does not welcome them as heroes. It sees only echoes-reminders of a cataclysm born from Sylvia's rebellion and the fear it left behind. Their journey weaves through shattered lands and fractured realms, where old wounds still bleed and forgotten powers stir beneath the surface. They find unlikely allies among those cast aside-demigods stripped of divinity, mortals burdened with forbidden truth, and seers who remember what the world wants to forget. Each step forward is haunted by the past, yet driven by the hope of something more. But the war has never truly ended. It shifts, festers, grows-no longer just between gods and mortals, but between truth and deception, memory and myth, freedom and fear. The realms themselves fracture beneath the weight of unspoken truths, and whispers of a second sundering echo across the skies. What is a legacy if not a trial? What is redemption if not a choice? As shadows rise and the lines blur between salvation and ruin, the question remains: Will their journey mend the broken dream of the world, or will it unravel the last threads holding it together?

Talaris is a world where gods do not rise above people, but live among their fates. Their names resound in songs and curses, in the breath of the wind and in the weight of silence. Here love can turn into punishment, knowledge - into heresy, and faith - into a weapon. Each novella is a separate story about people who seek light and face the shadow. Some find salvation in temples, others - in forbidden teachings, and some dare to challenge the gods themselves. But every step they take has a price, for divine will is always near - in joy, passion, betrayal, and sacrifice. This is a book about myths and mortals, about how faith intertwines their lives. About how darkness keeps the road for the next witness.

I started this story as a break from my main manuscript - but it got away from me. Set in a world where Mesoamerican and Japanese-inspired cultures collide, this tale explores what happens when two civilizations with utterly different ideas of purity, sin, and sacrifice meet. Expect ancient gods, forbidden magic, and a world drenched in blood, beauty, and belief. It began as an experiment, but I'm too hooked to stop. Welcome to Sinborn.

Hidden in the serene valley of Windrun lies a colossal willow tree, its ancient core harboring a remarkable library that holds within its books the entirety of written fiction from the beginning of time. Guarding this treasury are the Keepers, an elven group of librarians who diligently protect and organize humanity's literary creations. However, when a nefarious shadow escapes its confinement, stealing beloved characters from our cherished stories, Lyra, a gifted elf with extraordinary unknown abilities, must embark on a mystical journey shrouded with magic, danger, and mystery. With the new knowledge of her powers and a heavy task on her hands, Lyra must unlock her true abilities to save the realm she loves and the book she loves most. Can she be the one to save them from the darkness that unfolds? Get ready to be captivated by this spellbinding tale of enchantment and adventure. **Completed the 10-chapter JustWriteIt challenge **Featured on @Fantasy High Fantasy reading list

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.

In the shadowed depths of the Elderwood, drifter Harlan Crowe stumbles through a glowing stone arch, igniting a journey beyond time. Armed with a harmonica that hums with ethereal sparks, he witnesses the Eternal Weaver's grand design: a cosmos birthed from chaos, life evolving through eons, and humanity rising with souls kindled by divine breath. As Harlan navigates visions of creation's slow symphony, he encounters a rowdy cast of scarred pilgrims-each debating faith, science, and purpose in a smoky barroom clash of ideas. From the garden's enigma to caverns of doubt, he grapples with suffering, freedom, and redemption, his restless spirit mirroring the Weaver's subtle thread. Facing illness and unrest, Harlan's bluesy tale weaves a gritty yet mystical tapestry-where pulp-noir grit meets mythic grandeur, and the eternal search for meaning burns brighter than the flask that once defined him. "The Weaver's Thread" is a poetic odyssey of evolution, faith, and the human soul.

The Ember-Beard (A Menarra Tale) Brenn wakes in a world he doesn't remember. The wagons of the Menarra tribe are already moving, tents falling, wheels groaning, voices calling him to hurry. He knows their names, their rituals, their fire circles, yet when he reaches for his past, he finds only hollow silence. Even stranger, a beard he never could grow now clings to his jaw, carefully tended, beaded like it has always belonged there. Whispers rise as the tribe prepares for the sacred Flame of Tending Ceremony, a ritual that binds their fire to their future. Brenn is expected to carry an ember into the circle. But each spark he touches shows him flashes of a life that may not be his own. Is he who they believe him to be, or something else entirely? The Ember-Beard is a tale of Becoming, where memory and identity blur, and the choice of who we tend to be matters more than the past we've lost. Step into the firelight of the Inner Realms, and discover whether Brenn will find belonging or be left to wander alone in the dark.

She was never meant to inherit the crown. She was never meant to survive the war. But when her father is slaughtered and her tribe left in ruin, Tawvari rises - not as a girl, not as a grieving daughter... but as a storm. In a kingdom ruled by ancient gods, serpents of gold, and elders who bow only to tradition, she dares to defy it all. Vengeance is her birthright. Power is in her blood. And when the world comes for her throne, she won't just fight back. She'll burn it all. "I am not my father's peace. I am my own war."

Hemera's mother sends her to Earth in search of something important. Something that can't be found in Mount Olympus or Hades. Hemera thinks it a punishment for denying her betrothed Aether, but soon finds that it has nothing to do with him at all.