TRAILER : https://youtu.be/6NPbnNINsyI "I didn't mean to kill him. At least, not the first time." --- Behind the quiet charm of Amelia's flower shop lies a carefully cultivated world-one where beauty masks something far more deliberate. Every bouquet is arranged with precision. Every choice carries meaning. Because in Amelia's world-the flowers always find a way.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐰... Princess Aurora Varili, the runaway royal of Sylvermoon, is on the brink of an extraordinary discovery. After a lifetime away from all the vampires who wronged her, she reaches a crossroads at redemption and revenge. When foreign forces of magic lead her to cursed caverns of legend, she is forced to seek the help of her greatest enemy. Her Brother. The King. Maren Bellamy only ever wanted to be her friend. Their brief and fiery romance was snuffed out by the King long ago, yet Maren's heart still silently smolders. Years spent locked in her captor's icy embrace leave her feeling lost and lonely when he finally decides to release his grip. Desperate for warmth, she becomes terribly easy prey for a woman who craves control. Deep beneath the Eastern Peaks something stirs in the darkness. It emits a steady pulse that only the those truly in tune with the spirits may hear. A warning to some. A beckoning to one. Part 2 of the Sylvermoon series! (Reading Part 1 is not necessary to understand this story but definitely makes things more interesting for the lore lovers!)

The truth is a matter of perspective - and these perspectives are cracked. In this collection of short stories, the voice you hear is rarely the one you should trust. From a prisoner trapped in a cotton-candy hellscape to a killer whose break-ups get messy, these stories explore the jagged line between reality and delusion. Step into the minds of the lost and the monstrous. And remember: the narrator is never who you think they are.

A viral outbreak shakes the foundations of the human race. The world as we know it falters and demands an immediate solution. As the saying goes: the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

WORMS is a dark SciFi-horror short story that will make you squirm. Follow Jamie Leerman as he tries to uncover the source of his psychological struggle. What he discovers is more horrifying than he ever imagined.

A mad scientist named Dr. Elliot summons an ancient goddess of dreams, beauty, and love

'Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud turn forth her silver lining on the night?' - Comus (A Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle, 1634) by John Milton

Mike hasn't spoken to Zach in what felt like years, and when Zach sent him an unprompted and jarring invitation for a camping trip, he was hesitant. Mike's curiosity got the better of him, and he drove to meet up with Zach to see what he has planned. And what is planned is something Mike could never have prepared himself for.

The sea took the town first-its paint, its wood, its future-until only the people remained, clinging like barnacles to a coast that did not want them. Blackwood was the kind of place where boys were raised hard and fast, where fathers ruled with belts and silence, and where every street reeked of fish, salt, and secrets. In the summer of 1983, four boys broke into a condemned café on Fifth and Alder. They brought nothing but warm beer and bad intentions. But when one of them began carving symbols into his own flesh-symbols that seemed to move even after the bleeding stopped-what followed was not rebellion. It was revelation. Dragged to the station, punished by fathers and sheriff alike, the boys swore to forget what they had seen. But some things don't stay forgotten. Whispers seep into dreams. Shadows grow shapes in the fog. And beneath the town-beneath the sea-something vast and ancient waits, patient as tide and stone. Now, decades later, one man-the last of those boys-climbs a lighthouse stair to end his own bloodline. Before he throws himself to the rocks below, he will tell the story of what came to Blackwood, what it took from them, and why some truths are too terrible to survive. Because some things are not meant to be remembered.