Myths Of The Realm Novels & Stories

I was about to talk when Grayson tiptoed to his seat, trying his possible best not to get noticed but it was almost impossible for that to happen. "Ok, I guess we should crown another king that will carry out this 'Legacy' for you. For all, I know that kingdom doesn't exist. The castle, the throne, the crown, and the power, none of it exists. It's just a myth and I hope you move on from such thoughts." I stated, dismissing all matters on the Viking Dynasty. "The same way the moon goddess was just a myth? The same way mate bond was just a myth but now you're in a desperate search for your mate?" Lord Ryan Miller asked and his questions made a lot of sense as usual.

Their face was obscured by a silver mask, featureless except for the faint engravings along its surface. Bram gritted his teeth. “Who the hell are you?” The figure tilted their head, as if considering the question. Then, in a voice that echoed unnaturally in the fractured air, they spoke: “You stand in the Hollow Realm.” Myrra inhaled sharply. “No. That’s not possible.” Elior frowned. “What do you mean?” Myrra’s fingers tightened around her staff. “The Hollow Realm is a myth, a place between existence and oblivion. A place where things go when they are… unfinished.”

Soren can’t decide where to look but settles on Arthur as he slowly moves down the ladder. “Misty, we’ve spoken about the portal. You know my stance,” Arthur says while Ryatt picks up the books he let fall to the ground. “You didn’t go to another realm. Our world is large. Crescent Falls and Eastonia share a continent, but there are others. Other kingdoms. Other undiscovered worlds. Other… undiscovered beings.” Misty, also a historian, frowns at Arthur. “We have no proof.” “We have these,” Arthur says, patting the books Ryatt just placed on the table.

The Realm The Realm is made up of various races, beings, and creatures. There are vampires, werewolves, elves, merefolks, humans, magicians, sorcerers, and seemingly extinct dragons, among others. Every race has its territory, ruled by its chosen leaders. Vampires have their own rulers, and so do elves, merefolks, and so on. As a result, moving from one place to the other results in sudden changes in rules, laws, experiences, dangers, and so on. No singular race or person is the supreme ruler of the realm.

"There are many realms in this universe. The human realm, the spirit realm, and the mythic realm. These are the ones well known and studied. You know the human realm, and we both know ghost exist, and we the werewolves just like others myth creatures too! Each of us have our world, these world is know as a realm. And those realm were created with our universe." She paused to stare at Ethan's wide emerald eyes of pure curiosity.

muttered Ryder to himself. It wasn’t strange for Ryder not to know about all this. After all, there was only a handful of Domiensch Masters, which was why very few among them had even heard of there being a realm above the Domiensch Realm. Ryder was among them, and he had assumed that the Domiensch Realm was the highest he could go. Since he didn’t even know about the Deitus realm, there was no way that he’d know about fake primordial spirits being a thing.

he says happily, as I watch him open one of the gigantic double doors to my left. Inside I could see the beautiful lush deep purple rugs, and the fabrics, and amazing furniture some of which I have never seen the likes of anything before. Beautifully carved into wood, you could see the different dogs….or where they wolves perhaps….and mythical creatures, I see a person with wings..? A fairy? Dragons, and mermaids, all of these creatures, are mythical, they don’t exist.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

Aira suddenly spoke from behind me as she looked around. I was shocked and jumped and almost cursed. "Nothing," I said. "You want to follow me to feed the dragons," Aira said with a smiling face. "Dragons?" I asked with a surprised face. "Do they exist, impossible?" Aira was shocked to hear me and chuckled. "Everything is possible in the realm of Black Mist," she said. Then I followed her to the back of the castle. Aira was whistling and some flying dragons came. It stunned me to see it for the first time. Aira took the deer meat and gave it to the dragons.

Or so many thought. By now, most should be completely in tune with the fact that Pandora's box, always comes with a trickle of darkness looming around, and the islands of Nekriyon was definitely fond of the idea. Many a tale had been spun and weaved concerning the northern city. And while everything looked okay, there was always something just off about this place. There were three islands, all separated by a reasonable couple miles of water. And the fact that this was rumored to be the first place “The Ones” landed a couple centuries ago, only added to the beliefs that the myth (or fact) had on the people of Nekriyon. But we're just landing here, let's take a chill pill for a while ayy? No,