A killer is on the loose in Blackridge town,and yet to be found. Mallory, a college student writes her story out of killer's game, soon all fingers will point at her and Mallory cannot be found after the accusations. Is Mallory the killer or she's writing the mystery story to draw the killer out?

A monster. Cursed by the gods and feared by all. Medusa, the famed gorgon which turned those to stone with one look, had lost all hope in her life when she stumbled across that crying baby. She was ready to put the abandoned child out of its misery, but she wasn't ready to get attached. He was cursed too, and she couldn't help but see herself within him. And it was with that she decided to become his mother. Growing up with his mother in a shack in the forest, Nikolas was content with their life; until suddenly everything is thrown out of order when he loses his mother. But he refuses to let go so easily. He'll go anywhere to save his mother; even into the depths of Tartarus itself. This is the legend of Nikolas, the Son of Snakes. Volume 1 - The Son Of Snakes [In Progress] #1 greekmythology - 12/23/2022 #1 greece - 1/12/2023 #1 medusa - 3/27/2023 #1 original - 4/22/2023 #1 mythology - 5/18/2023 #1 fighting - 7/25/2023 #1 legend - 9/12/2023 #1 sliceoflife - 9/15/2023 (A Greek Mythology Harem Story) ***Notice. This story is inspired by Greece Mythology, but due to how much of a mess it can be and creative liberties not everything will be accurate***

{Undying Glory} {The Rise of the lady with the complexion of silver on her tone} "Royalty' what comes to your mind when you hear this word? Comfort, never ending luxurious? But is this luxurious life the complete truth? Cobweb of conspiracies, maze of mysteries and dirty politics are always associated with this mere word. Behind the curtains of palace, each one possess their own smile of sorrow and tears of agony. What happens when the lust for power and greed for the throne empowers the human mind to dig a casket of flesh? Swords tainted with the blood of their own ones. Fake smiles, obsessions, path of thorns, cunning thoughts, greedy heart and a naive shattered soul amidst the darkest secrets of the palace. Nothing seemed difficult until a dark morning. Her delight, smile, the moments of peace came to an end in a day. It wasn't her husband's ashes but the ashes of her smile. Compelled to cry in darkness, it was her transformation from a naive princess to the shadow of the king and heir of one's principles. Unleashing the dark secrets, she reached the final stage. Is it the end or the half of the journey? Approx word count (95,000 - 1,00,000) [COMPLETED]

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been linked to a river. She was born in one place and then gently undulates towards the sea. But have you ever thought about its seabed, the one which gets affected and depleted at the same time? The river might be the physical persona, but look deeper. It's merely a facade. The water is clear, sometimes and sometimes not. But what lies inside is a different story. There lies ashes, fishes, quite many clashes, splashes, and maybe a few wishes. Maybe unfinished, maybe incomplete. The same sediments can throw cold, making the land alluvial. But once internally disrupted, they cause havocs. This is the story of a river towards its story of being a mighty river.

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been likened to a river. She is born in one place, often unnamed, and flows forward-not by choice, but by circumstance. Along her path, she nourishes all she touches. She gives, but is rarely held. In the end, she reaches the ocean-not as a retreat, but as a return. For the ocean has always waited for her-quiet, vast, eternal. Some poets say it is her destiny; others believe it is the love she was always denied-an ardent longing that defines her journey. Cover and Graphic Edits- @me_idnsd

When you promise to be home before midnight, you don't expect a lot of trouble if it turns out to be a few minutes later. What could happen in one minute? A short story inspired by one particular picture, edited from an assignment I once made in high school. 🏅Featured on the reading list 'Microfiction' from the official @ShortStory account.

Ancient Greece, in the time of the gods, monsters, titans, and heroes. Medusa, cursed and doomed to live her existence alone, makes a friend in someone she never expected. But when the Fates intervene, the gorgon finds herself on a journey to save someone she doesn't even know, for a chance at a new life. An adventure across Greece, filled with fantasy, battles, and unlikely romances. If you like this story, please consider supporting my patreon. https://www.patreon.com/AniNovu

An epic fantasy adventure through Hell, with demons and angels, and a couple humans with targets painted on their back. David and Mia didn't want to be a part of this, but their unexpected first deaths land them in the middle of events grand and beyond knowing. Why are they in Hell in the first place? Why don't they have the mark of the Beast, like other souls do? And why does everyone either want them, or want them dead? If you like this story, check out my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/AniNovu

Bunny and the Hare In silken halls where shadows play, A gentle rose was kept away. With ribbons tied and whispers near, The world called out, but she'd not hear. A bunny soft, with jeweled eyes bright, Her comfort guard through every night. A hare of silk, of phantom thread, A gift from ghosts, the lost, the dead. The nobles wept, the nobles swore, To cage the girl forevermore. Her laughter mute, her gaze so rare, The bunny her shield, the hare her snare. Between two beasts she walks alone, One all warmth, the other stone. A fragile heart the dark declare: She is the Bunny. And they- the Hare.

Long before Ragnarok was ever proposed, gods and humans alike whispered prayers to something unnamed. A presence that answered without thunder. A mercy that never demanded worship. (Y/N) existed outside the cycle of judgment, war, and resurrection-an ancient being rumored to rule birth, love, lust, obsession, and endings, though none of those titles were ever confirmed by him. He simply chose. When the gods vote to end humanity, Brunhilde turns to the one figure no pantheon has ever controlled. She does not come as a commander or a schemer, but as someone desperate enough to kneel. What she finds is not a god-king, but a soft-spoken, unsettlingly gentle being who smiles like a fairytale and holds something far worse than divine wrath: the ability to offer rest. As Ragnarok unfolds, fallen warriors do not beg for revival. Gods grow uneasy as souls stop answering their call. Love curdles into obsession, devotion rots into possession, and the arena becomes a place where blood is spilled not just for victory-but for attention. Because the greatest threat to the gods is not a stronger enemy. It is a place where souls are happy enough to never return.