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#legendsofembrial #book #fantasy #worldbuilding #mythic

#legendsofembrial #book #fantasy #worldbuilding #mythic

“A fox knight. A dragon god of flame. One storm. One choice that will cost everything.” #legendsofembrial #fantasy #book #mythic #epicfantasy

“A fox knight. A dragon god of flame. One storm. One choice that will cost everything.” #legendsofembrial #fantasy #book #mythic #epicfantasy

“If the innocent must pay the price… then the victory was never honorable.”
⚔️ In Embrial, honor isn’t what you win. It’s who you refuse to sacrifice. #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #book #fantasy #honor

“If the innocent must pay the price… then the victory was never honorable.”
⚔️ In Embrial, honor isn’t what you win. It’s who you refuse to sacrifice. #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #book #fantasy #honor

#legendsofembrial #fantasy #book #worldbuilding #mythicfantasy

#legendsofembrial #fantasy #book #worldbuilding #mythicfantasy

#legendsofembrial #fantasy #inspiration #quotes #book

#legendsofembrial #fantasy #inspiration #quotes #book

You don’t choose the burden. You choose how you hold it. 🦊🕯️
Mr. Kitsune is watching. #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #worldbuilding #epicfantasy #fantasy

You don’t choose the burden. You choose how you hold it. 🦊🕯️
Mr. Kitsune is watching. #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #worldbuilding #epicfantasy #fantasy

She doesn’t pray because she’s weak.
She prays because her faith is a shield—
and her mercy is a dawn that protects the innocent. ☀️✨
Let your faith be brighter than your fear. #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #inspiration #faith

She doesn’t pray because she’s weak.
She prays because her faith is a shield—
and her mercy is a dawn that protects the innocent. ☀️✨
Let your faith be brighter than your fear. #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #inspiration #faith

#legendsofembrial #fantasy #inspirational #inspiration #mythicfantasy

#legendsofembrial #fantasy #inspirational #inspiration #mythicfantasy

You can miss what you lost… and still choose the future.

Aytheria taught me that truth the hard way.

There are roads that feel like home—soft with memory, glowing with everything you wish you could return to.
And then there are roads that don’t feel like anything yet… because the future is always quiet before it becomes real.

So here I am—kneeling in a circle of violet bloom, where the air hums with prism-light and old vows.

One path leads toward what I love.
The shape of it. The ache of it. The part of me that still turns my head when I should be looking forward.

The other path leads toward dawn.

And choosing dawn doesn’t mean I didn’t love what I lost.
It doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful.
It doesn’t mean I’m forgetting.

It means I’m honoring it.

Because love isn’t proven by how long you stay in the past.
Love is proven by what you protect after you’ve been broken.

So if you’re standing at your own crossroads—missing someone, missing a version of life you can’t return to—hear me:

You are allowed to grieve.
You are allowed to remember.
And you are allowed to keep walking anyway.

That is not betrayal.
That is love.

Elun var’keth… sa’thyr-in.
In my heart, you will remain. ✨ #legendsofembrial #book #fantasy #inspirational #loss

You can miss what you lost… and still choose the future.

Aytheria taught me that truth the hard way.

There are roads that feel like home—soft with memory, glowing with everything you wish you could return to.
And then there are roads that don’t feel like anything yet… because the future is always quiet before it becomes real.

So here I am—kneeling in a circle of violet bloom, where the air hums with prism-light and old vows.

One path leads toward what I love.
The shape of it. The ache of it. The part of me that still turns my head when I should be looking forward.

The other path leads toward dawn.

And choosing dawn doesn’t mean I didn’t love what I lost.
It doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful.
It doesn’t mean I’m forgetting.

It means I’m honoring it.

Because love isn’t proven by how long you stay in the past.
Love is proven by what you protect after you’ve been broken.

So if you’re standing at your own crossroads—missing someone, missing a version of life you can’t return to—hear me:

You are allowed to grieve.
You are allowed to remember.
And you are allowed to keep walking anyway.

That is not betrayal.
That is love.

Elun var’keth… sa’thyr-in.
In my heart, you will remain. ✨ #legendsofembrial #book #fantasy #inspirational #loss

“Her lullaby was the first magic he ever knew.” #legendsofembrial #lullaby #mythicfantasy #book #worldbuilding

“Her lullaby was the first magic he ever knew.” #legendsofembrial #lullaby #mythicfantasy #book #worldbuilding

Some guardians don’t glow like heroes.
Some glow like warnings. 💚🖤
(And Dottie always arrives first.) #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #mythic

Some guardians don’t glow like heroes.
Some glow like warnings. 💚🖤
(And Dottie always arrives first.) #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #mythic

Eiravel The Frostbound Sentinel
She walks where the snow remembers every step.
When the dark gathers, she does not charge, she stands.
And in her stillness, the lost find their way home. #LegendsOfEmbrial #mythic #inspirational #epicfantasy #unicorns

Eiravel The Frostbound Sentinel
She walks where the snow remembers every step.
When the dark gathers, she does not charge, she stands.
And in her stillness, the lost find their way home. #LegendsOfEmbrial #mythic #inspirational #epicfantasy #unicorns

All things rise. All things fall.
But when the Cycle turns… you don’t get to stand in the middle.
So tell me—Dawn ☀️ or Dusk 🌙?
#LegendsOfEmbrial #EpicFantasy #BookTok #FantasyTok #fantasy

All things rise. All things fall.
But when the Cycle turns… you don’t get to stand in the middle.
So tell me—Dawn ☀️ or Dusk 🌙?
#LegendsOfEmbrial #EpicFantasy #BookTok #FantasyTok #fantasy

• “The chains were not made to bind him—
they were made to bind the world to courage.”
• “Let the storm come.
We are anchored to the Mountain God.”
• “When fear pulls, the chains answer:
HOLD.”
• “He does not wear chains as punishment—
he wears them as promise.”
• “Steel may rust. Stone may crack.
But Thrymgar’s will does not break.”
• “If the world must shake to test us—
then let it learn what we are made of.” #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #lore #mythic

• “The chains were not made to bind him—
they were made to bind the world to courage.”
• “Let the storm come.
We are anchored to the Mountain God.”
• “When fear pulls, the chains answer:
HOLD.”
• “He does not wear chains as punishment—
he wears them as promise.”
• “Steel may rust. Stone may crack.
But Thrymgar’s will does not break.”
• “If the world must shake to test us—
then let it learn what we are made of.” #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #lore #mythic

A kingdom fell. A vow survived. ❄️🌹
Meet Vaelora Lynn — Crythoria’s Winter Rose: a knight forged by loss, carrying frost, faith, and a promise she refuses to break.
✨ Now available / Maru the Divine — by Savannah Young #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #mythic

A kingdom fell. A vow survived. ❄️🌹
Meet Vaelora Lynn — Crythoria’s Winter Rose: a knight forged by loss, carrying frost, faith, and a promise she refuses to break.
✨ Now available / Maru the Divine — by Savannah Young #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #mythic

They’ll tell the story like it was glory.
Like the light came down, the world held its breath, and the hero won.

But this isn’t a victory monument.
This is a marker.

This is Divinus Eclipse —
the blade forged beneath the Heartforge,
meant to hold dawn and dusk in the same hands without breaking them.

And it did.
For a while.

Because Maru wasn’t born to be safe.
He was born to be the one who steps forward when everyone else steps back —
the one who says “I’ll do it” before anyone can stop him.

He saved Embrial here.
Not with ease.
Not with certainty.
With shaking hands, a burning chest, and a choice that hurt more than any wound.

And when the last light hit the battlefield…
the sword stayed.

He didn’t.

So if you ever see this blade buried in ash—
glowing like a promise that refuses to die—
understand what it means:

Somewhere, in the space between salvation and ruin,
Maru paid the price the world demanded…
and the world called it “peace.”

🕯️⚔️✨ Legends of Embrial
Maru the Divine — coming for your heart. #book #legendsofembrial #fantasy #mythic #darkfantasyart

They’ll tell the story like it was glory.
Like the light came down, the world held its breath, and the hero won.

But this isn’t a victory monument.
This is a marker.

This is Divinus Eclipse —
the blade forged beneath the Heartforge,
meant to hold dawn and dusk in the same hands without breaking them.

And it did.
For a while.

Because Maru wasn’t born to be safe.
He was born to be the one who steps forward when everyone else steps back —
the one who says “I’ll do it” before anyone can stop him.

He saved Embrial here.
Not with ease.
Not with certainty.
With shaking hands, a burning chest, and a choice that hurt more than any wound.

And when the last light hit the battlefield…
the sword stayed.

He didn’t.

So if you ever see this blade buried in ash—
glowing like a promise that refuses to die—
understand what it means:

Somewhere, in the space between salvation and ruin,
Maru paid the price the world demanded…
and the world called it “peace.”

🕯️⚔️✨ Legends of Embrial
Maru the Divine — coming for your heart. #book #legendsofembrial #fantasy #mythic #darkfantasyart

Stone doesn’t kneel.
Not to fear. Not to kings. Not to the storms that try to break us.

In Vornhelm, we learn early that honor isn’t a word—it’s a weight you carry when your legs shake and your breath turns to frost. When the mountains roar and the sky turns the color of war, Thrymgar’s runes ignite in the stone like a heartbeat… and every warrior remembers what they were made for.

Because Thrymgar isn’t the god you pray to for an easy road.
He’s the god you call on when the road is gone—
when the cliff edge is all that’s left,
and you choose to stand anyway.

STONE DOES NOT KNEEL.
THE WARRIOR DOES NOT FLEE.
BY THRYMGAR’S PEAK, WE HOLD.

Would you hold the line… even if the mountain demanded everything? #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythic #lore

Stone doesn’t kneel.
Not to fear. Not to kings. Not to the storms that try to break us.

In Vornhelm, we learn early that honor isn’t a word—it’s a weight you carry when your legs shake and your breath turns to frost. When the mountains roar and the sky turns the color of war, Thrymgar’s runes ignite in the stone like a heartbeat… and every warrior remembers what they were made for.

Because Thrymgar isn’t the god you pray to for an easy road.
He’s the god you call on when the road is gone—
when the cliff edge is all that’s left,
and you choose to stand anyway.

STONE DOES NOT KNEEL.
THE WARRIOR DOES NOT FLEE.
BY THRYMGAR’S PEAK, WE HOLD.

Would you hold the line… even if the mountain demanded everything? #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythic #lore

In Gravemourn, candles don’t flicker from wind—
they tremble because Nhalor is near.

Silent. Terrifying.
Smoke given shape. Secrets given teeth.

Nhalor doesn’t take what you carry.
He takes what you hide.

— Veilbound Codex
Legends of Embrial #darkfantasy #fantasy #myth #legendsofembrial #lore

In Gravemourn, candles don’t flicker from wind—
they tremble because Nhalor is near.

Silent. Terrifying.
Smoke given shape. Secrets given teeth.

Nhalor doesn’t take what you carry.
He takes what you hide.

— Veilbound Codex
Legends of Embrial #darkfantasy #fantasy #myth #legendsofembrial #lore

Veyrath doesn’t devour the Dawn to destroy it—he swallows the sun so the world can be reborn. 🔥🐺🌞
In Embrial, even the end is sacred… because the Cycle always demands a cost.

Would you fear him… or worship him?

Veyrath doesn’t devour the Dawn to destroy it—he swallows the sun so the world can be reborn. 🔥🐺🌞
In Embrial, even the end is sacred… because the Cycle always demands a cost.

Would you fear him… or worship him?

#book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #worldbuilding

#book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #worldbuilding

Step softly. You’ve entered Embrial.
Some stories glow like dawn—others whisper from the Hollow Veil. Either way… you won’t leave unchanged. 🖤🌙 #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

Step softly. You’ve entered Embrial.
Some stories glow like dawn—others whisper from the Hollow Veil. Either way… you won’t leave unchanged. 🖤🌙 #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

In Mythara, Aethrion’s ruined altar still hums beneath the stone… the gears never stopped—they just learned to turn in silence. ⚙️🜂 In Embrial, every relic carries a price. Would you listen… if it called your name? #lore #mythic #fantasy #legendsofembrial #worldbuilding

In Mythara, Aethrion’s ruined altar still hums beneath the stone… the gears never stopped—they just learned to turn in silence. ⚙️🜂 In Embrial, every relic carries a price. Would you listen… if it called your name? #lore #mythic #fantasy #legendsofembrial #worldbuilding

In the quiet parts of the world—the places that feel too big, too dark, too unknown—there’s always a moment where you realize…

you can’t see the whole path.

And that’s the part nobody tells you:
you were never meant to see everything.

You were only meant to see the next step.

This little light in the forest isn’t loud.
It isn’t fearless.
It’s not pretending the shadows don’t exist.

It’s just… moving anyway.
One soft paw at a time.
With a glow that says, “I’m still here.”

If you’ve been in a season where your confidence feels small…
where the future feels foggy…
where you’re rebuilding your life, your heart, your dreams—
please hear me:

You don’t need permission to keep going.
You don’t need to be “ready” to be brave.
You don’t need the whole map to be on the right road.

Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is trust the light you already carry
even when nobody else can see it yet.

✨ “When you can’t see the path, trust the glow within you.” ✨

If you needed this tonight, leave a 🕯️ in the comments so I know Dahlia is not walking this forest alone. #motivation #bostonterrier #fantasy #legendsofembrial #inspiration

In the quiet parts of the world—the places that feel too big, too dark, too unknown—there’s always a moment where you realize…

you can’t see the whole path.

And that’s the part nobody tells you:
you were never meant to see everything.

You were only meant to see the next step.

This little light in the forest isn’t loud.
It isn’t fearless.
It’s not pretending the shadows don’t exist.

It’s just… moving anyway.
One soft paw at a time.
With a glow that says, “I’m still here.”

If you’ve been in a season where your confidence feels small…
where the future feels foggy…
where you’re rebuilding your life, your heart, your dreams—
please hear me:

You don’t need permission to keep going.
You don’t need to be “ready” to be brave.
You don’t need the whole map to be on the right road.

Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is trust the light you already carry
even when nobody else can see it yet.

✨ “When you can’t see the path, trust the glow within you.” ✨

If you needed this tonight, leave a 🕯️ in the comments so I know Dahlia is not walking this forest alone. #motivation #bostonterrier #fantasy #legendsofembrial #inspiration

In the space between salvation and ruin, Maru stands—
golden armor, blue-eyed grief, and a heart that tries to save everyone. #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks #book

In the space between salvation and ruin, Maru stands—
golden armor, blue-eyed grief, and a heart that tries to save everyone. #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks #book

They call it Velithra’s Bloom.
A blessing from Velithra, Matron of Memory and Stillness—the frost-hart goddess who preserves what time tries to erase.

Because Velithra does not give warmth.
She gives remembrance.
She does not promise easy roads.
She promises that the ones you love… the vows you made… the pieces of you that mattered… will not be lost.

When this rose appears, it’s not random.
It’s a sign.

✨ That someone is being watched over.
✨ That a sacrifice was seen.
✨ That a heart is still worthy of gentleness—no matter what it survived. #fantasy #legendsofembrial #book #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

They call it Velithra’s Bloom.
A blessing from Velithra, Matron of Memory and Stillness—the frost-hart goddess who preserves what time tries to erase.

Because Velithra does not give warmth.
She gives remembrance.
She does not promise easy roads.
She promises that the ones you love… the vows you made… the pieces of you that mattered… will not be lost.

When this rose appears, it’s not random.
It’s a sign.

✨ That someone is being watched over.
✨ That a sacrifice was seen.
✨ That a heart is still worthy of gentleness—no matter what it survived. #fantasy #legendsofembrial #book #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

Lyavion — The Moon-Feathered Mother 🌙🪽✨
In Aytheria, where the sky remembers every name ever whispered in love, Lyavion perches above the veil of night and gathers the lost into family.

They say her wings are stitched from starlight vows—and when a child takes their first breath, a silver feather falls somewhere in the forest, marking the path home.
She does not command. She guides.
She does not punish. She shields.
And when bonds fray, she threads them back together with constellation-gold and quiet mercy.

Light your candle beneath the moon…
and if you feel warmth in the cold,
that is Lyavion passing near—
keeping your loved ones close,
and your heart unbroken.

🌙 Blessing of the Moon-Feathered Mother:
“May your home be found, your vows be true, and your love be a guiding light.” #owl #fantasy #worldbuilder #book #legendsofembrial

Lyavion — The Moon-Feathered Mother 🌙🪽✨
In Aytheria, where the sky remembers every name ever whispered in love, Lyavion perches above the veil of night and gathers the lost into family.

They say her wings are stitched from starlight vows—and when a child takes their first breath, a silver feather falls somewhere in the forest, marking the path home.
She does not command. She guides.
She does not punish. She shields.
And when bonds fray, she threads them back together with constellation-gold and quiet mercy.

Light your candle beneath the moon…
and if you feel warmth in the cold,
that is Lyavion passing near—
keeping your loved ones close,
and your heart unbroken.

🌙 Blessing of the Moon-Feathered Mother:
“May your home be found, your vows be true, and your love be a guiding light.” #owl #fantasy #worldbuilder #book #legendsofembrial

“A vow is a blade. A betrayal is the sharpening.”
Mortyrael — the final judge of broken promises. #book #darkfantasy #fantasy #worldbuilding #legendsofembrial

“A vow is a blade. A betrayal is the sharpening.”
Mortyrael — the final judge of broken promises. #book #darkfantasy #fantasy #worldbuilding #legendsofembrial

I’m shaking 😭🖤 My debut fantasy novel is officially on Barnes & Noble!
📖 Maru the Divine: The Light, The Shadow, and The Winter Rose is now available to order, and this moment feels unreal.

If you love YA fantasy, epic fantasy, powerful heroes, and a world where magic has a cost—welcome to Embrial.
Search “Maru the Divine” on Barnes & Noble and step into the story. #indieauthorsofinstagram #debutnovel #furry #fantasy #legendsofembrial

I’m shaking 😭🖤 My debut fantasy novel is officially on Barnes & Noble!
📖 Maru the Divine: The Light, The Shadow, and The Winter Rose is now available to order, and this moment feels unreal.

If you love YA fantasy, epic fantasy, powerful heroes, and a world where magic has a cost—welcome to Embrial.
Search “Maru the Divine” on Barnes & Noble and step into the story. #indieauthorsofinstagram #debutnovel #furry #fantasy #legendsofembrial

In the age when crowns were forged in fear, Vorlath the Eternal Flame rose from the molten deep—wings wide enough to eclipse the sun, breath hot enough to rewrite the sky.
He doesn’t ask for loyalty. He demands surrender.
And if the world refuses to bow… he will teach it the language of ash.

🔥 If the world does not kneel, then it shall burn.
#dragon #legendsofembrial #fantasy #Vorlath #mythic

In the age when crowns were forged in fear, Vorlath the Eternal Flame rose from the molten deep—wings wide enough to eclipse the sun, breath hot enough to rewrite the sky.
He doesn’t ask for loyalty. He demands surrender.
And if the world refuses to bow… he will teach it the language of ash.

🔥 If the world does not kneel, then it shall burn.
#dragon #legendsofembrial #fantasy #Vorlath #mythic

From The Codex of Unmaking — sealed in the Stillvault where dust does not drift unless the Cycle permits it.

Beneath a ruined arch older than kingdoms, the Wheel of Dawns turns without hurry and without mercy. One face drinks the first light of morning. The other swallows it into moon-shadow. Between them, an eclipse holds its breath—proof that dawn and dusk were never enemies, only halves of a single law.

At the altar rests a crown that once believed itself eternal.
It is not shattered. It is repaired—its fractures stitched with gold, not to hide the break, but to honor it. In Embrial, even sovereignty must bow to consequence. Even divinity must pay what it owes.

The runes along the wheel do not promise salvation. They do not offer escape. They simply record what has always been true:

All things rise. All things fall.
The cycle turns — and none stand above it.

This scripture is spoken only when a ruler begs for erasure…
when a grieving soul demands the world be rewritten…
when power reaches for the forbidden softness of undoing.

And the Codex answers—quiet as ash, final as stone:

There is no throne high enough to outrun the turning.
There is no light so holy it escapes the dusk.
There is no darkness so deep it cannot be measured.

Only the Cycle—
and the sacred, relentless mercy of balance that remembers. #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #mythic #worldbuilding

From The Codex of Unmaking — sealed in the Stillvault where dust does not drift unless the Cycle permits it.

Beneath a ruined arch older than kingdoms, the Wheel of Dawns turns without hurry and without mercy. One face drinks the first light of morning. The other swallows it into moon-shadow. Between them, an eclipse holds its breath—proof that dawn and dusk were never enemies, only halves of a single law.

At the altar rests a crown that once believed itself eternal.
It is not shattered. It is repaired—its fractures stitched with gold, not to hide the break, but to honor it. In Embrial, even sovereignty must bow to consequence. Even divinity must pay what it owes.

The runes along the wheel do not promise salvation. They do not offer escape. They simply record what has always been true:

All things rise. All things fall.
The cycle turns — and none stand above it.

This scripture is spoken only when a ruler begs for erasure…
when a grieving soul demands the world be rewritten…
when power reaches for the forbidden softness of undoing.

And the Codex answers—quiet as ash, final as stone:

There is no throne high enough to outrun the turning.
There is no light so holy it escapes the dusk.
There is no darkness so deep it cannot be measured.

Only the Cycle—
and the sacred, relentless mercy of balance that remembers. #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #mythic #worldbuilding

A lost script from the ancient Codex of Unmaking
Also known as: The Immutable Codex, and The Stillvault Testament.

What is broken may be reforged.
But never undone.

The crystal above the altar still carries its fractures like a crown.
The seal below the ink is faint because it isn’t meant to persuade, only to bind.

In Embrial, mercy has a cost.
Power has limits.
And even gods cannot bargain with memory. ✦ #legendsofembrial #fantasy #book #lore #codex

A lost script from the ancient Codex of Unmaking
Also known as: The Immutable Codex, and The Stillvault Testament.

What is broken may be reforged.
But never undone.

The crystal above the altar still carries its fractures like a crown.
The seal below the ink is faint because it isn’t meant to persuade, only to bind.

In Embrial, mercy has a cost.
Power has limits.
And even gods cannot bargain with memory. ✦ #legendsofembrial #fantasy #book #lore #codex

Silas Vale — The Iron Alchemist of Mythara

In a city built from ruin and rebirth, where brass sings and shadow remembers, Silas Vale walks the narrow line between brilliance and obsession. Born beneath the dim glow of alchemical lamps in Duskvale Citadel, he learned early that truth is not discovered—it is forged.

Where others see decay, Silas sees potential. Where kingdoms fear the dark, he studies it. His mind is a crucible of innovation, his will tempered by failure, sacrifice, and relentless ambition. Every vial at his belt holds a lesson learned the hard way. Every scar is a calculation paid in flesh.

Mythara does not crown its heroes—it tests them. And Silas endured.

Neither tyrant nor savior, he is a maker of impossible things, an architect of futures not yet permitted by the world. Some whisper that his genius will save Embrial. Others fear it will unmake it. Silas himself offers no answer—only results.

Because in Mythara, progress is born from shadow,
and from ruin, we forge our truth.
#fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks #alchemist

Silas Vale — The Iron Alchemist of Mythara

In a city built from ruin and rebirth, where brass sings and shadow remembers, Silas Vale walks the narrow line between brilliance and obsession. Born beneath the dim glow of alchemical lamps in Duskvale Citadel, he learned early that truth is not discovered—it is forged.

Where others see decay, Silas sees potential. Where kingdoms fear the dark, he studies it. His mind is a crucible of innovation, his will tempered by failure, sacrifice, and relentless ambition. Every vial at his belt holds a lesson learned the hard way. Every scar is a calculation paid in flesh.

Mythara does not crown its heroes—it tests them. And Silas endured.

Neither tyrant nor savior, he is a maker of impossible things, an architect of futures not yet permitted by the world. Some whisper that his genius will save Embrial. Others fear it will unmake it. Silas himself offers no answer—only results.

Because in Mythara, progress is born from shadow,
and from ruin, we forge our truth.
#fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks #alchemist

Before the world learned fear, there was fire.

Vorlath was not born a monster. He was once one of Veyrath’s Nine Flames—a living embodiment of ambition given form, a dragon forged from the first heat of creation. Where others guarded balance, Vorlath sought ascension. He believed that what burns longest deserves to rule.

But ambition, unchecked, devours its bearer.

When Vorlath turned his flame toward dominion rather than duty, he fell from the Hollow Cycle and crashed into Esmariel, turning the realm into obsidian skies and an endless inferno. There, his fire did not fade it evolved. Crowned by living flame, he became the Eternal Flame: destroyer, conqueror, and harbinger of reclamation.

Vorlath does not burn for chaos alone. He burns to cleanse the world.
That all things kingdoms, gods, even memory must be tested by fire.
That what survives the blaze is worthy of the dawn that follows.

His followers do not pray for mercy. They offer ash.
They carve their oaths into soot and flame, believing that ruin is not an ending, but a claim.

And though his fire once threatened to consume the world entire, Vorlath did not fall by blade or spell.

He was imprisoned.

Frozen beneath the Silver Glacier of Crythoria for 800 years, bound by sacrifice and sealed by ancient warriors, his heart raged beneath the ice for centuries until the cracks began to glow.

Now, the Eternal Flame stirs once more.

And when Vorlath rises, he will not seek for the world to kneel. He wants to watch it to burn.
#worldbuilding #mythic #fantasyworld #dragons #legendsofembrial

Before the world learned fear, there was fire.

Vorlath was not born a monster. He was once one of Veyrath’s Nine Flames—a living embodiment of ambition given form, a dragon forged from the first heat of creation. Where others guarded balance, Vorlath sought ascension. He believed that what burns longest deserves to rule.

But ambition, unchecked, devours its bearer.

When Vorlath turned his flame toward dominion rather than duty, he fell from the Hollow Cycle and crashed into Esmariel, turning the realm into obsidian skies and an endless inferno. There, his fire did not fade it evolved. Crowned by living flame, he became the Eternal Flame: destroyer, conqueror, and harbinger of reclamation.

Vorlath does not burn for chaos alone. He burns to cleanse the world.
That all things kingdoms, gods, even memory must be tested by fire.
That what survives the blaze is worthy of the dawn that follows.

His followers do not pray for mercy. They offer ash.
They carve their oaths into soot and flame, believing that ruin is not an ending, but a claim.

And though his fire once threatened to consume the world entire, Vorlath did not fall by blade or spell.

He was imprisoned.

Frozen beneath the Silver Glacier of Crythoria for 800 years, bound by sacrifice and sealed by ancient warriors, his heart raged beneath the ice for centuries until the cracks began to glow.

Now, the Eternal Flame stirs once more.

And when Vorlath rises, he will not seek for the world to kneel. He wants to watch it to burn.
#worldbuilding #mythic #fantasyworld #dragons #legendsofembrial

Before the world learned fear, there was fire.

Vorlath was not born a monster. He was once one of Veyrath’s Nine Flames—a living embodiment of ambition given form, a dragon forged from the first heat of creation. Where others guarded balance, Vorlath sought ascension. He believed that what burns longest deserves to rule.

But ambition, unchecked, devours its bearer.

When Vorlath turned his flame toward dominion rather than duty, he fell from the Hollow Cycle and crashed into Esmariel, turning the realm into obsidian skies and an endless inferno. There, his fire did not fade it evolved. Crowned by living flame, he became the Eternal Flame: destroyer, conqueror, and harbinger of reclamation.

Vorlath does not burn for chaos alone. He burns to cleanse the world.
That all things kingdoms, gods, even memory must be tested by fire.
That what survives the blaze is worthy of the dawn that follows.

His followers do not pray for mercy. They offer ash.
They carve their oaths into soot and flame, believing that ruin is not an ending, but a claim.

And though his fire once threatened to consume the world entire, Vorlath did not fall by blade or spell.

He was imprisoned.

Frozen beneath the Silver Glacier of Crythoria for 800 years, bound by sacrifice and sealed by ancient warriors, his heart raged beneath the ice for centuries until the cracks began to glow.

Now, the Eternal Flame stirs once more.

And when Vorlath rises, he will not seek for the world to kneel. He wants to watch it to burn.
#worldbuilding #mythic #fantasyworld #dragons #legendsofembrial

Before the world learned fear, there was fire.

Vorlath was not born a monster. He was once one of Veyrath’s Nine Flames—a living embodiment of ambition given form, a dragon forged from the first heat of creation. Where others guarded balance, Vorlath sought ascension. He believed that what burns longest deserves to rule.

But ambition, unchecked, devours its bearer.

When Vorlath turned his flame toward dominion rather than duty, he fell from the Hollow Cycle and crashed into Esmariel, turning the realm into obsidian skies and an endless inferno. There, his fire did not fade it evolved. Crowned by living flame, he became the Eternal Flame: destroyer, conqueror, and harbinger of reclamation.

Vorlath does not burn for chaos alone. He burns to cleanse the world.
That all things kingdoms, gods, even memory must be tested by fire.
That what survives the blaze is worthy of the dawn that follows.

His followers do not pray for mercy. They offer ash.
They carve their oaths into soot and flame, believing that ruin is not an ending, but a claim.

And though his fire once threatened to consume the world entire, Vorlath did not fall by blade or spell.

He was imprisoned.

Frozen beneath the Silver Glacier of Crythoria for 800 years, bound by sacrifice and sealed by ancient warriors, his heart raged beneath the ice for centuries until the cracks began to glow.

Now, the Eternal Flame stirs once more.

And when Vorlath rises, he will not seek for the world to kneel. He wants to watch it to burn.
#worldbuilding #mythic #fantasyworld #dragons #legendsofembrial

Velithra — The Frost Hart
Matron of Memory and Stillness.

Before kingdoms fell.
Before gods chose sides.
Before the world learned how to endure—

There was Velithra.

She is not the cold that destroys,
but the frost that preserves.
The silence that remembers what the world would rather forget.

Patron of Crythoria.
Guardian of memory, sacrifice, and stillness.
It was Velithra who, long ago, froze a fragment of Veyrath’s heart—not to punish him, but to spare the world from being consumed by rage and dark fire. In that act, she traded warmth for preservation, choosing remembrance over oblivion.

Her antlers bloom with crystalline ice.
Her sigil bares a rose encased in frost—
a symbol that even in the harshest winters, beauty can endure.

Those who honor Velithra do not pray for victory.
They pray for strength to remember.
To carry grief without letting it hollow them.
To become lanterns in the endless night.

In still frost-cleared places, her rites are spoken softly—
names offered so they are never lost,
stories told so sacrifice is not forgotten.

Through her frost, we endure.

Welcome to the divine archives of Embrial.
This is Velithra’s page.
#fantasy #lore #worldbuilding #mythic #legendsofembrial

Velithra — The Frost Hart
Matron of Memory and Stillness.

Before kingdoms fell.
Before gods chose sides.
Before the world learned how to endure—

There was Velithra.

She is not the cold that destroys,
but the frost that preserves.
The silence that remembers what the world would rather forget.

Patron of Crythoria.
Guardian of memory, sacrifice, and stillness.
It was Velithra who, long ago, froze a fragment of Veyrath’s heart—not to punish him, but to spare the world from being consumed by rage and dark fire. In that act, she traded warmth for preservation, choosing remembrance over oblivion.

Her antlers bloom with crystalline ice.
Her sigil bares a rose encased in frost—
a symbol that even in the harshest winters, beauty can endure.

Those who honor Velithra do not pray for victory.
They pray for strength to remember.
To carry grief without letting it hollow them.
To become lanterns in the endless night.

In still frost-cleared places, her rites are spoken softly—
names offered so they are never lost,
stories told so sacrifice is not forgotten.

Through her frost, we endure.

Welcome to the divine archives of Embrial.
This is Velithra’s page.
#fantasy #lore #worldbuilding #mythic #legendsofembrial

“Two paths. Two truths.
Stillness beneath the moon… or strength forged in stone.
Which Kingdom would you choose — Aenloria or Vornhelm?”
#mythic #fantasy #worldbuilding #kingdom #legendsofembrial

“Two paths. Two truths.
Stillness beneath the moon… or strength forged in stone.
Which Kingdom would you choose — Aenloria or Vornhelm?”
#mythic #fantasy #worldbuilding #kingdom #legendsofembrial

Some stars choose to be born with paws.”
✧ Aytherian Auryn ✧
#fantasy #mythicfantasy #legendsofembrial #mythic #creature

Some stars choose to be born with paws.”
✧ Aytherian Auryn ✧
#fantasy #mythicfantasy #legendsofembrial #mythic #creature

“The world of Embrial remembers those who return.”

Step beyond the page.
Enter the Archives.
Become part of the legend.
#legendsofembrial #worldbuilder #fantasy #myth #lore

“The world of Embrial remembers those who return.”

Step beyond the page.
Enter the Archives.
Become part of the legend.
#legendsofembrial #worldbuilder #fantasy #myth #lore

“Let the world remember who broke before they bowed.”
— King Roark, the Great Bear King
#book #bear #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythic al

“Let the world remember who broke before they bowed.”
— King Roark, the Great Bear King
#book #bear #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythic al

#book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

#book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

��“Where gods walk, faith fractures, and legends rise. #book #fantasy #furry #mythicfantasy #animal

“Where gods walk, faith fractures, and legends rise. #book #fantasy #furry #mythicfantasy #animal

They sealed him beneath ice for eight centuries, believing time itself could tame fire.
But fire does not forget.

Vorlath has awakened.
The glacier bleeds flame.
And the world stands on the edge of becoming ash.
#fantasyworld #mythic #book #legendsofembrial #storytelling

They sealed him beneath ice for eight centuries, believing time itself could tame fire.
But fire does not forget.

Vorlath has awakened.
The glacier bleeds flame.
And the world stands on the edge of becoming ash.
#fantasyworld #mythic #book #legendsofembrial #storytelling

🔥❄️ Esmariel vs. Crythoria ❄️🔥
Two realms. Two destinies. One choice.

Esmariel — The Crimson Flame Dominion (dragonfire, ash-forged rebirth)
Crythoria — The Frostguard Dominion (eternal winter, honor, protection)

If you could live in one fantasy kingdom, which would you choose—and why? 👀
Drop your pick in the comments: 🔥 Esmariel or ❄️ Crythoria #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

🔥❄️ Esmariel vs. Crythoria ❄️🔥
Two realms. Two destinies. One choice.

Esmariel — The Crimson Flame Dominion (dragonfire, ash-forged rebirth)
Crythoria — The Frostguard Dominion (eternal winter, honor, protection)

If you could live in one fantasy kingdom, which would you choose—and why? 👀
Drop your pick in the comments: 🔥 Esmariel or ❄️ Crythoria #book #fantasy #legendsofembrial #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks

FAN ART WELCOME
Calling all artists big and small If you have a favorite character (Maru, Vaelora, Mr. Kitsune, Dottie, etc.) and want to draw them please do!! ! would love to see your take on this world.
*Please if you are under 18 ask your parents permission before submission. Artwork may be featured on our website. #fantasy #fanart #mythicfantasy #legendsofembrial #kidsart

FAN ART WELCOME
Calling all artists big and small If you have a favorite character (Maru, Vaelora, Mr. Kitsune, Dottie, etc.) and want to draw them please do!! ! would love to see your take on this world.
*Please if you are under 18 ask your parents permission before submission. Artwork may be featured on our website. #fantasy #fanart #mythicfantasy #legendsofembrial #kidsart

Maru the Divine: The Light, the Shadow, and the Winter Rose is an epic fantasy of found
I family,
ancient powers, tragic guardians, and the courage to stand when the world is burning.
Follow Maru and his companions as they are drawn into a conflict older than memory—guided by those who walk the veil, haunted by what was lost, and tested by choices that will echo through eternity.
For a limited time, experience the beginning of
the Legends of Embrial saga in paperback at a special promotional price.
This is the story readers fall into-and never quite leave.
Available now on Amazon.
The legend awaits. #book #fantasy #books #mythicfantasy #epicfantasy

Maru the Divine: The Light, the Shadow, and the Winter Rose is an epic fantasy of found
I family,
ancient powers, tragic guardians, and the courage to stand when the world is burning.
Follow Maru and his companions as they are drawn into a conflict older than memory—guided by those who walk the veil, haunted by what was lost, and tested by choices that will echo through eternity.
For a limited time, experience the beginning of
the Legends of Embrial saga in paperback at a special promotional price.
This is the story readers fall into-and never quite leave.
Available now on Amazon.
The legend awaits. #book #fantasy #books #mythicfantasy #epicfantasy

“He did not seek crowns—only minds worth shaping.” #wizard #fantasy #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks #worldbuilding

“He did not seek crowns—only minds worth shaping.” #wizard #fantasy #mythicfantasy #fantasybooks #worldbuilding

“If even a god refuses to use it…
what makes mortals think they should?”
#book #fantasy #mythicfantasy #worldbuilding

“If even a god refuses to use it…
what makes mortals think they should?”
#book #fantasy #mythicfantasy #worldbuilding

When fire met memory… the world held its breath.

❄️🔥

This is the moment Crythoria fell
and the Winter Rose was born.
#book #fantasyworld #indieauthor #mythic #Worldbuilding

When fire met memory… the world held its breath.

❄️🔥

This is the moment Crythoria fell
and the Winter Rose was born.
#book #fantasyworld #indieauthor #mythic #Worldbuilding

Two Kingdoms one Choice #fantasy #book #worldbuilder #mythic #kingdom

Two Kingdoms one Choice #fantasy #book #worldbuilder #mythic #kingdom

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