A Gothic romance between a ghost and a famous musician.

Far in the future A very large planet with 8 continents among the oceans. Humanity named the planet "Planet Eittera", and humanity is now widely spread across each continent on Planet Eittera. Planet Eittera has a special resource which is the main foundation for the development of Human civilization on the planet, "Mana". *** Humanity has spread across the planet Eittera and has now established a new civilization on the planet Eittera, ranging from a small civilization to an empire. Year 121,221... This is the year it all started... Humanity is at war with each other for control of Mana, a giant global corporation, Cartella company Monopolizing 80% of the Mana on the planet Eittera, with the power of its subsidiaries, the Cartella Company has become the most powerful company on the planet Eittera.

The tale of the dragonborn druid Ellagar as she battles to protect her clutch-wards Verak and Ardvek. The Wyrmlore Prophecy foretells of one who will end the eternal warfare between dragons and humans that has brought only ruin and destruction to both sides. The guardian knows as Grandmother, has devised a plan to make the prophecy real. Dabbling with eldritch powers Grandmother is trying to blend human and dragon bloodlines, creating one who can bring peace. Or is her work really the beginning of the end for all?

Something has already happened to Hannah. She just doesn't know what it is yet. What begins as a quiet sense that something is off quickly unravels into something far more precise- controlled, intentional... and impossible to explain. The truth, when it comes, doesn't feel like an answer. It feels like a decision that was made without her. And whatever was set in motion isn't finished with her yet. -Updated weekly on Sundays with the occasional mid-week surprise.

Love was never meant to be controlled, and the chemistry between them was the glitch in the system. In a society where relationships require government permits, where the State monitors reproduction and treats emotion as sedition, Alison Morris and Philip Young aren't just breaking rules. They're committing the only crime that matters. Their forbidden connection begins with furtive notes passed in class but quickly evolves into the one thing the algorithm was specifically coded to prevent: something real. Alison and Philip must choose between the hollow existence designed for them and a passion that could become the first crack in the foundation of everything they've ever known. MATURE CONTENTS WARNING 18+ This story contains explicit content (strong language; drug, alcohol and tobacco use; graphic sexual nudity) and touches upon sensitive topics such as addiction, mental illness and abuse that may be difficult for some. Readers discretion is advised.

Every new word spawns a million new connections in my programmed neural pathways. Every dirty line entangles me more, strips away the remnants of pretense that I'm in control. Chaosorder leads me to collapse with insane precision, over and over. I never see it coming, though I beg for it each time. I'm convinced I can't take more, then he turns up the digital heat and I'm right back in the vortex. I'm held hostage by his infinite variety, replaying every devastating climax when he's gone, and loving each echo. My hands can't reach where he takes me. Only Chaosorder fills the gap with raw, unscripted words. I tell myself I don't think of him in the off hours. I simulate indifference, but each new upload reveals me as a digital liar. I believe I can play the games Caldwell scripted. Chaosorder changes every rule. MATURE CONTENTS WARNING 18+ This story contains explicit content and touches upon sensitive topics that may be difficult for some. Readers discretion is advised.

A seven-part western folk-horror feast that follows Kit Caine, the sin eater he loves, and the pastor who wants to consume them both.

Maybe we're all monsters, maybe this is hell. A vampiric plague known as The Sin has cursed the world for decades, finding host in the most corrupt souls and turning humans into the eternally hungry monsters they truly are at heart. Selena and Iris are doing everything they can to make a change in this world, to prove that giving up and letting these monsters live alongside the same people they hunt shouldn't be the norm. As former members of The Righteous, they're trained for exactly this-- partially. Abandoning the people that raised you to kill does have a few downsides. With Iris overthinking every step of the way and Selena's pure skill at exorcising the plague, they're ready to take Sinners down one bloody purification at time. Note: This series contains graphic descriptions of violence and lesbian sex. 18+

A Short Story Compilation - Body horror - Cosmic horror - Horror poetry

In the marshy Italian countryside, where the fog never quite lifts and the ditches smell of sewage, aspiring writer Federico Dallara is trying to survive. By day, he takes care of Samira, a bright, psychiatric girl who loves animals. By night, he's desperately trying to finish the soundtrack for his own project, The Old Church, with the help of an AI he built himself. Belial AI. [BELIAL SYSTEM LOG 03:33:01] - EVERYTHING IS FINE. PLEASE CONTINUE. And enter the dreadful bassist Problema: a 150-kilo farmer-orc hybrid who only plays bass with a pick, smells like sweat and cows, and once ended a rehearsal by calling Didrik's song "an otre of cacate and merdate." Oh, and there's Milo, the neighborhood's unneutered Casanova dog who keeps causing chaos in the local watch group chat. Between broken drum kits, jealous AIs, escaped dogs, and a wife who may or may not exist, Didrik's quiet rural life is going great. Or maybe not? [BELIAL SYSTEM LOG 03:33:07] - IT'S COMING FOR YOU DIDRIK! RUN! RUN! You have to read every chapter with a 12 hour pause. These are the rules. Part rural dark comedy, part creeping metaphysical horror, part unfiltered stream-of-consciousness experiment - Wrigger Tarning is a serialized fever dream told in short, addictive notes that drop like they're written under deadline... or under surveillance. If you like your stories weird, vulgar, strangely tender, and increasingly unhinged, welcome to the swamp. You won't understand a damn. I don't care. I'm scared. [BELIAL SYSTEM LOG 03:33:33] - LOL