Exploring raw and essential aspects of gods and monsters in timeless Slavic myths and folk tales.
Half woman and half bird, she moves between worlds as her song carries both joy and peril. To hear it is to forget all sorrow and all paths home.
As old as the forest itself, Baba Yaga is storm and soil, dread and wisdom, dwelling in a hut on chicken legs, binding the fate of all who seek her.
Hidden deep in the forest, Baba Yaga’s hut is no ordinary dwelling. It creaks, it shifts, it watches — alive, and waiting for those bold enough to approach.
Goddess of the hunt and the wild, she is the untamed heart of the forest. Wolves, deer, and the cunning fox move in her shadow, bound not by fear but by kinship. She is freedom itself — fierce, protective, and unbroken.
Whisperer in the walls and shadow in the night, Kikimora is both servant and saboteur. She unsettles as easily as she aids, with no lock ever keeping her out.
Gaunt and unyielding, Koschei the Deathless hides his soul beyond mortal reach. Neither steel nor time can claim him, a shadow of eternity bound in secret.
The stag of golden antlers is the sun’s warrior and guardian of the harvest. From his mountain abode of light, he drives back serpents and shadows, carrying the promise of renewal with every dawn.
Goddess of summer and harvest, walks among ripe fields and golden skies. She is the bond of kinship and the promise of abundance at season’s end.”
Spirit of the wild, he is the whisper between branches and the shadow on forgotten paths. Trickster of the untamed, bending the forest to his will.
Goddess of care and craft, Mokosh blesses the spindle, the flock, and the harvest. In her hands, humble labor turns into abundance that endures.
Goddess of winter and death, she rules the frost and silence of the year’s end, casting shadows from Nav across the living world.
Spirit of the barn, a black cat with burning eyes, he walks among grain and shadow where fire and harvest meet.
Lord of thunder and storm, strikes with lightning and rules the sky. Feared as destroyer yet revered as protector, his storm brings both dread and life.
A spirit of rivers and lakes, the Rusalka is both alluring and dangerous. A maiden of beauty and sorrow who lures the unwary into her watery depths.
God of foresight, he gazes in all directions, no shadow or secret escaping his sight, holding the knowledge of past battles and the shape of those yet to come.
God of three realms, Triglav embodies the sky above, the land we walk, and the depths below. In his balance lies the fate of all.
Lord of the underworld and keeper of herds, Veles binds shadow and treasure alike, offering power to those who dare seek what lies beneath.
Goddess of renewal, Vesna brings warmth and blossoms, lifting winter’s veil to crown the land with bloom and hope.