Some love stories are not gentle. They are violent, devotional, and ruinous. The Wrath Eclipsed Series is a dark mythic fantasy about survival, memory, and the cost of loving something powerful enough to unmake the world. Athena was shaped into a weapon long before she understood what she was becoming-trained to obey, to endure, to disappear. Beneath the conditioning, beneath the silence, something ancient has always been watching. Waiting for her. As forgotten gods rise and bonds fracture under divine pressure, Athena is forced to confront what was stolen from her-and what she was never meant to survive. Love in this world is not redemption. It is sacrifice. It is devotion sharp enough to draw blood. This is a raw, unflinching series where trauma is not aesthetic, power is never free, and gods do not save-they consume. Perfect for readers of The Poppy War, The Bone Witch, Black Sun, and Gideon the Ninth, and for those drawn to mythic fantasy inspired by Sleep Token-where worship, ruin, and love are inseparable.

"They say you've gotta stay hungry, well baby, I'm just about starving tonight." Two lives, separated by distance, entwined again in timing divine. The mask is more than a performance; it is power. It is protection. Wear the mask. Become more. Become their god, their idol. But what is idolatry but dehumanisation disguised as love? To truly be loved, one must remove the mask. To remove the mask is to be human. To remain in the mask is to be a god. Will you still love me without the mask? *[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story deals with some potentially triggering content surrounding mental illness, addiction and sexual assault, as well as other mature sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.]

𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜... 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛. 𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙. 𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒. Between the shimmering stage lights and the dark corners of the mind, dive into the story of Nyx, a singer who paused her career because of unfortunate events, until she crosses paths with the band Sleep Token... ⚠️ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ. ʙᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ/ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ/ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀʏ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ (ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ).

Dark smut, and lots of it. Secondo and his ghouls visit a small Abbey to perform mass. A Sister gets up close and very personal with his mysterious fire ghoul. **Please note this fic contains choking, biting, blood, drugs, dubious consent etc. etc.**

Book Three of the Nocturnal Desire Trilogy Ozma carries more than a child-she carries the future of a love that was never meant to survive. Determined to protect the forever she believes she shares with Terzo, Ozma refuses to let fate, fear, or the Clergy tear them apart. But when sleep comes for her, so does Lucifer. Drawn into His realm through dreams that feel far too real, Ozma finds herself tempted by a power that does not ask-it claims. Each night leaves her more vulnerable, more divided, more uncertain of where her true destiny lies. Terzo is her heart. Lucifer is her soul's awakening. When love and fate stand on opposite sides of eternity, how does a woman choose? In the final installment of the Nocturnal Desire Trilogy, passion, power, and prophecy collide-forcing Ozma to decide what she is willing to sacrifice... and who she is willing to become.

Albany Emeritus, The Ministry Child. Abandoned on the steps of the Ministry at three months old her Mother was unknown, only a letter said that Papa Nihil was her Father. She grew up surrounded by ghouls and supernatural beings, three unruly Brothers. A bad Father. Her life wasn't easy, but maybe her luck will change when she finally moves to Los Angeles.

Book Two of the Nocturnal Desire Trilogy Terzo and Ozma's love was never meant to break. At least... that's what she believed. What began as destiny now trembles under the weight of revelation. Because some loves are chosen... and some were written long before memory. As Ozma struggles to understand the truth awakening inside her, she begins to question everything she thought she knew-about her bloodline, her purpose, and the man she gave her heart to. Terzo may be the demon she was meant to stand beside... But what if he was never the only one? When the Fallen Angel, Lucifer, steps from shadow into flame, devotion is no longer simple. His presence is not gentle. It does not wait. It does not ask. It remembers her. Torn between the love she fought for and the one that feels hauntingly eternal, Ozma must confront a truth that threatens to unmake her: How do you unchain yourself from a love that feels like fate... when something older still is calling your name?

"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰." "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵..." "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." Obsessed with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson? Yeah, so are we. But trust me, you aren't prepared for this. If you want a story that's going to burrow under your skin, wreck your heart, and leave you staring at the ceiling at 3:00 AM, you need Between The Hawkins Lines: Dirty Love & Disastrous Choices. This isn't just a fanfic. It's an emotional and sexual powder keg. You've got the protective intensity of Steve Harrington-her childhood best friend who knows every dark, rotting secret about her past in the Midwest Science and Technology Laboratory-and the raw, chaotic, addictive energy of Eddie Munson, who is absolutely losing his mind over a girl he thinks he knows. And then there's Robin Buckley, caught in a deep, desperate longing she can't escape, entangled in a mess that's only getting worse. At the center of it all is Jessica Winslow-the alias of Iasamina. She's sixteen-year-old Mina trying to outrun the ghosts of the lab, but she's running straight into the arms of people who have no idea how deep the lies actually go. It's filthy, it's heartbreaking, and it's a total, unmitigated fucking disaster. 𝗙𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Before you start, make sure you have a strong drink in your hand, a box of Kleenex by your side, and honestly? You should probably have your therapist on speed dial. This is going to ruin you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rankings: #1 IN TEEN PROBLEMS #1 IN LOVE SQUARE ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Content Warning This story contains sensitive topics and explicit scenes from Chapter 9 onward. Please read with care. ⚠️ Romance with explicit content - Chapters 9, 10, and 12 (Mira & Vessel). Disclaimer This is a fictional story inspired by the aesthetic and concept of Sleep Token. It has no connection to the real people behind the masks. Names, traits, and events are made up. Please respect the band members' privacy. This is a work of imagination - not a portrayal of real lives. Note on Language Originally written in German. Mira's inner voice reflects that. Dialogues with the band are in English. While this version is fully translated, I hope the original tone and emotional atmosphere remain intact. "The Shadow We Worship" A Sleep Token Fanfiction A fleeting livestream. A strange message. And an encounter with a masked stranger that changes everything. Mira leads a quiet life - caught between art school, her sketchbook, and the noise of the big city. Until one day, a mysterious stranger reaches out to her. He wears a mask. He reveals almost nothing about himself. And yet something about him pulls her in. It begins with a mask she designs for him - and ends in a storm of intimacy, obsession, longing, and something greater than both of them: a supernatural presence that has been watching her all along. Caught between reality and delirium, between desire and danger, Mira is drawn into a world where art is sacred, love demands sacrifice - and shadows speak. A story about control and surrender. About two people who recognize each other long before they meet. And about the darkness that shapes us - if we let it.

Book One of the Nocturnal Desire Trilogy One Ritual was all it took. The moment Ozma saw Papa Emeritus III-Terzo-she knew her life would never be the same. What began as devotion from the crowd soon became something far more than she could ever imagine. Following Ghost across the country, chasing Ritual after Ritual, she convinces herself it's only admiration. Until he chooses her. But loving Terzo awakens more than passion-it awakens truths buried deep within her. As their connection intensifies, Ozma begins to uncover secrets about who she is... and why their meeting may never have been coincidence at all. In Nocturnal Desire, two hearts recognize each other with undeniable force. It is a story of pure, consuming love-of fate, desire, and destiny intertwined. Because sometimes love feels new. And sometimes... it holds far more than one realizes.