Ancient World Novels & Stories

Conrod asked, flustered as he got up from his chair and headed to the bar for a shot of whiskey. - Hmm, interesting question man. The great chaos itself will not tell you where the dark ones came from, but in ancient times there were true dark beings. They gave birth to progenitors monstrous in their strength, we call them the most ancient. In your myths and religions they are called gods, angels, demons, and other names. In ancient times, the ancients decided to leave the earthly world, leaving it to people. We can only guess about the reasons for the great departure. But some of the oldest remained on earth. In world history, only in passing you can hear about them. The descendants of the

“Zahir, please tell us who you are and what in the world is going on in this world?” Zahir looked at me, “should I begin from the beginning?” I nodded, placing my leg over the other and crossing my hand across my chest. Hikari gave me a side look and looked at my hands as I looked at his plastered hand. I unfolded my arms. Hikari looked satisfied, and then looked at Zahir. Huh! He tells me to grow up. He is still a kid. I thought, holding back my smile. “About 800 years ago, this world had three major species inhabiting the land and two major species inhabiting the oceans,” Zahir said.

This world was without a name to most, but that was only to most. Since humans were the most plentiful species on the surface of this planet, they were the ‘most’ here. But to those who didn’t occupy the entire land yet had greater talent and skill, this world was the World of the Three Races. It had been named so several millennia ago, before other races were born. Before the humans came to occupy most of this world it was known by that name. And if the Three Races didn’t wish for the humans to occupy this world the humans would have never gained a foothold. These Three Races were also known as the Three Great Races, and they were the Barbarians, Elementals and Ancients.

Eons before the Earth became lush and green—before the rise of forests, oceans, and the dominion of man—the world was a scorched and barren wasteland, ruled by creatures of terrifying legend. In that primordial time, fourteen realms divided the known universe, each governed by deities and demonic entities bound by the ancient laws of balance.

We carefully arranged the ancient texts on the large wooden desk, creating an organized array that beckoned us to explore further. Sitting side by side, our fingers traced the faded pages, feeling the texture of the weathered parchment beneath our touch. The words and symbols etched on the scrolls seemed to come alive, their ancient wisdom calling out to us. As we immersed ourselves in the texts, our minds became a tapestry of thoughts and theories. We debated each revelation, unraveling the intricate web of clues and connections that revealed the secret society's true origins. The scrolls spoke of a forgotten era when the world was governed by powerful beings with extraordinary abilities. T

Hannah said, without a trace of the fear she harboured toward that thought. "It goes back to the legend. About seven hundred years ago, the Athànatoi and men lived together––" "I know this part, I have a book, a book on the Athànatoi, hold on it's in my rucksack." She ran upstairs to get it and in minutes was back, the old brown book in her hand. She handed it to Martha when she got back, who regarded it with curiosity.

The Shadow King reacted immediately. Darkness exploded around his prison. The ancient ruler slammed both hands against the shattered remains of the seal. Cracks raced through the stone. Silver fire erupted everywhere. The reaction alone confirmed the truth. He knew exactly what Darius was talking about. The image continued. "Corruption was discovered beneath the world thousands of years ago." Darius looked toward the glowing map. Toward the countless symbols scattered across the continent. "Ancient civilizations found it first." His voice lowered. "They all disappeared."

I swallowed as I took a deep breath, and gave in. “I like the restorative nature of it,” I confessed. “From the ancient Greeks even to our modern day era, pottery and ceramics have only ever lasted this long and will continue to last because they can be fixed, restored… they can be put back together again.” Craig nodded his head as I continued. “We wouldn’t know half as much about the ancient world as we do now if it wasn’t for the vases lined with stories, or the clay tablets and their inscriptions.” “So you like them because they last?” he asked.

“Someone is that old?!” He nodded, amused by her reaction. "There are very few beings that ancient. Perhaps ten in the entire world. Our Oracle has seen civilizations rise and fall, witnessed the turning of ages. She is the closest connection we have to the gods, especially to Ukrae, the god of powerful beings." Slowly, Emeriel lay back down, her mind reeling. "You speak of her with such respect."

“Millenniums had passed. Everything that happened pre-Phanteon and pre-creation of the realms had become just writings on history books, and these books themselves had been neglected over centuries. Gerard said so himself: teaching this ancient history is a headache. Might as well stick to the well-known one and that is after Phanteon was created and we started using the Sam’rha flower.” I studied his reasoning and yes, hell, it was a headache. Let me be selfish by saying I care nothing about history, about what it was like before Phanteon existed. I knew the different kingdoms, especially my kingdom, already existed before the realms were created; before the corresponding borders, walls, an