𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝐊𝖎𝖓𝖌 × 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝐏𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝐒𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝐊𝖎𝖓𝖌 × 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 × 𝕯𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝐒𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖗 × 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝕮𝕰𝐎 × 𝐒𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖗𝐲 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 × 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝐤 𝐎𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 × 𝐒𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐒𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝐒𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒 × 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝐒𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝐤𝖊𝖗 × 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝐤𝖊𝖗 𝐒𝖎𝖓 × 𝐒𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 "𝐘𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊" × "𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝕸𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙" 𝕽𝖆𝖏𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖆𝖇 × 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖊 ────୨ৎ──── ✨ This isn't just a story... it's a storm. Two souls bound by fate-one consumed by obsession, the other by selfless love. Torn apart again and again, yet drawn back through fire and blood, carving their names into a history that refuses to fade. This isn't a tale you simply read... it lingers-in your veins, your memories, your quietest moments. ✨ ✧༝┉𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ┉༝✧ My eyes snapped open. Pain. Blur. Then-wooden walls. A cabin.I was tied. Rope burned my wrists. Panic rose. And him. Nihal. Watching. Waiting. "Let me go!!!" "No." I fought harder. "LET ME GO!!!" A sigh. The ropes loosened. The door opened-light crashed in. Not land. Sky. A helicopter. Wind roaring. "Go." I stepped forward-freedom or death- His fingers gripped my arm. He pulled me back, my body colliding with his, his arm locking around my waist. My breath hitched. My breath hitched. "What-!!!???" He kissed me. Everything blurred. The world hung- between his arms... and the fall below. ────୨ৎ────

Imagine forgetting what "home" is supposed to feel like. Not all at once- but slowly... piece by piece. Until the word itself starts sounding unfamiliar. It's been twelve years since the world broke. Twelve years of moving through places that no longer belong to the living, surviving just enough to see another morning, and pretending that the past doesn't matter anymore. They don't talk about it. Not about where they came from. Not about who they used to be. Some things are easier to carry when they stay buried. But the strange thing about buried things is- they don't always stay that way. Sometimes it's a place. Sometimes a memory. Sometimes just a colour you can't look at the same way anymore. And suddenly, something starts to feel... wrong. Familiar. But wrong. In a world where letting go is the only way to survive- what happens when something inside you refuses to? And when it finally catches up to you... will you still recognize what you were trying to find?

Amon-Raeth. The Golden Sovereign. The god of the Sun, Desert, and Inferno. ​Now, he is the price of his own greed. Stripped of his light and his golden throne by the Council of Firmament, he is exiled to the very sands he once scorched with indifference. Adorning pale skin and human hunger, Raeth must navigate a world that has forgotten his face but still bears the scars of his reign. ​He is a man haunted by a "redemption" he does not understand, forced into a journey through shifting dunes, treacherous silks, and buried temples. Finding unlikely allies in those he once looked down upon and discovering that desperation is a knife. ​As the lines between his divine past and his fragile present begin to blur, Amon-Raeth must decide if he is truly seeking a way back to his throne, or if the light he finds in the dust is more precious than the fire he left in the clouds.

Hailey Aurora had been spiraling for years - fighting, clawing, surviving the rot of an abusive home ever since her mother died. But survival has a cost, and hers came due in the form of a debt she could never repay. The night she almost killed her uncle was the moment everything twisted beyond repair. A single mistake. A single fracture in the fragile line she'd been walking. And then. Him. He said only one word. "Amore." After that, nothing was fine. Nothing would ever be again. Yet something shifts. He doesn't cage her. He watches, yes, but from a distance that lets her breathe. He lets her stumble, lets her fight her own battles, as if he trusts her strength more than she ever has. And sometimes, when he forgets himself, there is a quiet softness in him. A fleeting honesty that feels almost fragile. It unsettles her more than the fear ever did, Because somewhere in that silence, in those small, unguarded moments... She begins to feel again. ONC Prompt #78: "You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems." Also inspired by: #80 - "Monsters don't live under our beds. They live in the recesses of our minds." ✨Twilight✨

A Collection of short horror stories based on folklore, myths, and campfire stories. This volume of modern myths contains the stories Winter's Bite: Strange things have been happening in the Fox Valley. People disappearing only for mangled corpses to be found blood staining the snow. Coyotemen of Cortez: It was just a road trip before they started college but a freak accident leaves them stranded in a strange town called Cortez. The Concrete Labyrinth: A competitive internship for the Minos Company leaves Theodore in a strange situation locked in building of winding halls with thirteen other interns. The Wailing Spirit: A harbinger brings a deadly warning for Lucas and his new wife Tanya. Now Lucas must do everything in his power to protect her, but the question is will he succeed? The Fox's Possession: Akane's brother Daisuke was only supposed to be gone a week while he visited their ancestral home, since no one would tell him why they had left for the USA in the first place. Now Akane has followed him trying to find her missing brother, but maybe some family secrets were meant to stay buried. If you enjoyed Scary stories to tell in the dark or folklore and myths in general you will probably like this collection horror stories that are meant to be a quick read. This is the main copy of Modern Myths Vol.1 which will be continually updated to the most recent draft. The cover does not belong to me and is a stand in until the final cover is complete. ~Felinus Quill~

In the not too distant future civilization has collapsed and the worlds ecosystems have gone haywire. Alongside all this a virus known as the muta-virus has created a new kind of humans the fae with animalistic features, but able to survive the radiation and harsh terrain of this new world. This is the second draft of this book but certainly not the last. I know that there will be grammar errors and continuity errors but hopefully not to many. Please comment and feel free to leave suggestions, corrections or predictions I welcome them as they will help me write a better third draft and hopefully a best final book eventually. All parts of this draft have now been published. From here I will be working on my other book projects and codifying the worldbuilding for this book on World Anvil which I will link when it is ready in preparation for working on the third draft. ~Felinus Quill~ Cover by: Angelinascanvas (Instagram)

Cairus Music was the only thing that ever listened back. Every note I played held control, precision-something my life never gave me after my parents were taken in a mafia raid. I built myself from silence into perfection, a name people respected, a sound they couldn't forget. But at this university, something feels wrong. Eyes linger too long. Footsteps echo when no one's there. The past I buried is breathing down my neck. And then there's Vance. Loud where I'm quiet. Reckless where I'm controlled. Dangerous in ways I can't read. He watches me like he already knows something I don't. Like I'm part of a rhythm I never chose. I don't trust him. But somehow, I can't ignore him either. Vance I don't fail. I just don't care-about classes, rules, or anything this place pretends matters. But I need Adrian to pass, so I play along. Show up. Pretend. Then I hear him. Caius. Every note he plays feels too perfect, too controlled-like he's hiding something under all that precision. And I know secrets when I see them. I've lived in them. He thinks he's untouchable. Untamed. He's wrong. Because I see the cracks-the way he looks over his shoulder, the tension in his hands. Someone's already hunting him. And the worst part? I don't know if I want to protect him... or be the one who breaks him.

Touch her-and you will learn the architecture of the hell I built with my own hands. First and foremost, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. And I mean that very seriously. If you are uncomfortable with dark, disturbing, or morally questionable themes, then this is your moment to turn back. Not every story is meant to be consumed by every reader. Second, this is a dark romance-and I'm using that term loosely. This book contains obsession, not affection. Control, not comfort. There are elements of: stalking, non/dubious consent, explicit sexual situations, and graphic violence-not implied, not glossed over, but described. A lot of it. The male lead in this story does not think like you. He does not love like you. And most importantly-he does not believe he is wrong. He justifies what he does. Even when it involves blood. If that unsettles you, it should. So, if any of these themes are triggering for you, please do not read this book. I am not here to sugarcoat anything. I am not here to make darkness look pretty. This story explores the kind of devotion that is suffocating, consuming... and dangerous. And before you continue- understand this clearly: This book contains human trafficking, exploitation, and references to real-world horrors. It also includes disturbing acts of violence, some of which are described in detail. There are moments that are meant to make you uncomfortable. There are truths that are meant to sit heavy in your chest. This is not fiction meant to comfort you. It is fiction meant to unsettle you. The characters will make choices you may hate. They will cross lines you would never dare to approach. And yet... you might still keep reading. So, dear reader, if you choose to go further, do it knowing exactly what you are stepping into. Because this story does not ask for your approval- Only your willingness to witness it. Start - 01/04/2026 Finish - ? ?

"What is bath? Is it food?" she gasped, tilting her head. "Jungkook... why do mangoes feel like heaven?" "Do we comb our hair with this strange thing?" "Why is this ice cream so cold? Is it... alive?" Jeon Jungkook, 24, is Seoul's most infamous gaming prodigy-a rich, arrogant genius with a shattered past. After losing his parents in a plane crash, he returns to the mansion they once called home, hoping to bury the memories behind blinking screens and silence. But silence is the last thing he finds. In the attic, wrapped in dust and shadows, sleeps a strange girl in a tattered school uniform. Her hair's a tangled mess, her eyes too innocent, and her soul... long gone. She's a ghost. Seventeen-year-old Park Jieun doesn't remember how she died-or why she's still here. She asks why ice cream is cold, if baths are edible, and hugs like they're sacred. And Jungkook, against every dark corner of his heart, lets her in. He teaches her how to live again. But what begins as a strange companionship turns into something dangerous. Because falling in love with a8 ghost means facing the truth of death-and her past isn't just tragic... it's terrifying. Some ghosts are harmless. Some haunt with memories. And some were never meant to be loved. A story of forbidden affection, lost innocence, and a romance tangled in the roots of black magic and horror. He was alive. She was not. But something darker than death connected them.

Oren Hale discovers a memorial page for a boy who died four years ago and cannot explain why the photo looks exactly like him. After that, ordinary life starts to feel staged, like he is walking through a story someone else wrote. His tutor, Ayara, is smart, guarded, and dangerously easy to talk to. Their sessions shift into something riskier: honesty, which only makes the rest of the world feel stranger by comparison. As Oren tries to understand where the dead boy ends and he begins, the people closest to him keep steering him away from the truth. But the more he looks, the clearer it becomes: one of these lives is real, and the other is a mistake. He just doesn't know which one. AWARDS ~ Third Place for Best Romantic Pairing - The Triquetra Awards ~ Second Place for Best Prologue - The Triquetra Awards REVIEWS Just exceptional writing skills - David of INFERENCE