names of fable stories

Ebony had never been very… normal. Neither was his upbringing, but it didn’t stop him from living a somewhat normal life. His younger school years had quite some disruptions but all else went as per normal. Left alone after he turned 15 and was deemed old and capable enough to care for himself. He went on graduating high school and entering a university with no issue. Ebony never faced any problem in life. He didn’t lack money. He could see his entire future pan out for him and he was sure it was going to go as expected. Graduate, get a stable job, build up a family, live to a ripe old age together with his partner. Boring. Not that he didn’t want any of that and the building of a family might prove difficult seeing how he had been single for all 20 years of his life. There was little he looked forward to in life. His daily routine of training had been moulded into him from as far back as he could remember and has become a habit and a hobby. Reading was one outlet for his boredom, fantasy, swords and magic, a world unlike his own where perhaps his training would have some use. One moment he was on the way back from a job interview for a part time job, the next moment he found himself in a forest. Freezing... Snowing in the middle of Summer? Not important. Appearing in a forest out of nowhere? Not important. A metre tall and twice as long ripped ass boar in sight? Cool. Charging right towards him? Not so cool.

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

The world of Noax is not a planet; it is the corpse of a dead god floating in a sea of Grey Fog. For eons, civilizations have risen and fallen, trapped in a terrifying cycle. In every era, humanity seeks power by binding "Aspects"—living concepts like Fire, War, or Time—to their flesh. But power comes with a price: to bind a concept, one must lose their humanity. History is a graveyard of nine apocalypses. Now, the Tenth Era has begun.

Dans un monde déchiré par la fusion ancienne entre l’univers humain et le royaume féérique, les cendres de la guerre, du rejet et de l’injustice continuent d’alimenter les rêves brisés de ceux qu’on a toujours laissés de côté. Elle, c’est une jeune Fée née sans ailes, méprisée de tous, vivant dans les Basfonds de Sylvania, dernier bastion d’une monarchie aussi brillante que pourrie de l’intérieur. Lui, c’est un humain errant, survivant d’un massacre oublié, porteur d’un pouvoir dévastateur et d’un nom effacé, que l’on surnomme avec crainte… le Héros. Leurs routes se croisent dans un royaume où les couronnes se disputent par le sang, où les dieux se sont tus, et où les cicatrices de l’Histoire hurlent sous la surface. Entre complots royaux, rivalités tribales, assassinats politiques et tournois meurtriers, ils devront apprendre à survivre, à se haïr, à s’entraider… et peut-être à réécrire les règles d’un monde qui ne leur a jamais laissé de place. Mais alors que des forces anciennes s’éveillent, que la frontière entre rêve et cauchemar se brouille, la légende du premier Héros et de la première Fée pourrait renaître… ou s’éteindre à jamais.

To break the gods, he must become worse than them. Raen Valor was once a nameless orphan, a shadow in the alleys of a dying empire. Now, reborn by the will of a forgotten Demon God, he walks a path of blood, betrayal, and stolen power. In a world where true power lies in Names—the sacred truths that define reality—Raen becomes a Thronedead, a forbidden being who devours the Names of gods, rewriting the laws of existence itself. But every name taken eats away at his soul. Every god slain brings him closer to madness, and the throne he seeks to destroy whispers temptations of its own. Alongside Lyra, a girl bound by forbidden magic and a haunting past, Raen ventures into cursed lands, unearths buried truths, and confronts horrors born from divine lies. Together, they will challenge the very foundation of the world. But can a man who devours identity remember who he truly is? Brutal. Philosophical. Unforgettable. Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names is a dark fantasy epic that weaves psychological depth, unique worldbuilding, and a power system unlike any you’ve seen before. ___________________________________ Join the Discord for updates, character art, announcements, and more: https://discord.gg/J9VsU5d7

The lone survivor of a terrible tragedy, sixteen-year-old Ashling Shields is living like she’s already dead. But when a chance encounter with an irresistibly wicked teen rock star goes awry, she’s pulled into a world of fallen angels and seductive vampires. A world of dark pleasures, enchantments and secrets deep in the midnight forest. Ashling must unravel the mystery of her past before the dark force hunting her catches up. It's a second chance to follow her dreams... if her nightmares don't kill her first.

Time crumbles all things. Kingdoms, dreams, faces - all are lost to the slow erosion of eternity. He does not seek glory, vengeance, or salvation. He endures, because he must. Across forgotten ages and dying worlds, a solitary figure walks - silent, patient, bearing witness to the endless fall of existence. Fatefall Fable is a story of solitude, decay, and the silent price of immortality: to remain when nothing else does.

The modern world of magic has moved on. Magic of old no longer allowed in the new age. Deemed too barbaric for the contemporary world, magic skills and formulae have taken the country of Idraver by storm and with their arrival, heralding in a new age of magic. Decades later, a young man named Keldon, born without the ability to use skills, begins to experience strange dreams, and with them came the return of an ancient magic. Given an impossible task, what do his newfound powers mean? Or is their return merely a signal for the beginning of the final end.

To be superior since the day you were born? A blessing or a curse? It's heartbreaking not to know. The story of a superior BEING First of all, this world is based on our real world. In other words, this world is not entirely modern. Everything that happens in this world is only to make the universe more detailed. I will remain faithful to real history and cultures as much as I can, but I will also change things for the sake of the story. I ask that you read with this in mind.

In a world where power decides everything, every person is born with a rank that determines their fate. Hero. Genius. Or trash. When he woke up in that brutal world, the system marked him as something worse than weak. An extra.But what no one knows… is that even the most insignificant character can destroy the story.