It's recommended to read Part I first! Trigger Warning This story contains depictions of psychological distress, suicidal thoughts, depression, emotional dependency, as well as (attempted) murder. Some scenes may be disturbing or emotionally challenging. Please continue reading only if you feel mentally stable enough to do so. If you are personally affected by any of these topics, please reach out to someone you trust or seek professional help. You are not alone. All characters, names, and events in this story are entirely fictional. While inspired by the aesthetic and music of the band Sleep Token, the characters portrayed bear no relation to the real people behind the band. This is a work of pure fiction. Please respect the privacy and identity of the real individuals. General Note This story is a work of fiction. It explores complex emotional and psychological themes in a dark, at times symbolically heightened context. It is not intended to romanticize violence or mental illness. The original story was written in German. Mira's voice remains in German, while Nate's POV is in English. The language alternates to reflect their contrasting inner worlds. I hope the charm remains intact despite the shifts. The Shadow We Worship - Part II Fame is an altar. And not everyone who approaches it comes to pray. Mira joins Nate on tour - into a world caught between light and shadow, between ecstatic devotion and profound loneliness. As their connection deepens, one thing becomes clear: something dark is traveling with them. A presence that cannot be shaken. A voice that will not be silenced. Nate struggles with the weight of his role, with old scars and new temptations. Sleep draws closer. And while the world celebrates him, he teeters on the edge of collapse. Caught between worship and obsession, truth and delusion, a quiet battle begins - for control, for trust, for whatever remains... when everything else is lost.

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.

(18+) (x Fem!Reader) She wasn't supposed to be there- he wasn't aiming for her. But the bullet found its mark anyway. And now she's seen his face and knows his name. He was trained to eliminate threats, not fall for them. But when she gets caught in the crossfire, he makes a fatal choice: he lets her live. OMEN wants answers. She wants freedom. And he? He calls it protection. She calls it captivity.

Olivia's relationship with Jackson is toxic, but Noah is waiting in the wings for her to finally be done. Noah would do anything for Olivia, including keeping all of her secrets.

Taken in by a man who trained assassins, Maya's life was never what you could call normal. Then again, whose life ever was? Quickly becoming the best assassin there is, she had built her walls so high they were impenetrable, causing people to fear the mere mention of her code name, Razor. When given her next client, she knows that this will be one of the most difficult tasks ever handed to her. She also knows that she will complete it. But what happens when those walls come crashing down? Copyright © 2013-2015 by DaniOgier All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

The dollmaker's son is a little weird. But I guess you would be too, if you had stitches where your mouth's supposed to be. ✖️ kinda dark!luke {lophie short story} ©loudluke

luke is immortal and jenny isn't. ◇ book 2 of the short series. ©loudluke

"do i seriously have to walk to the mailbox shirtless every morning just to get your attention?" {lophie} {warning; slight smut, sexual content, you get it} ©loudluke

The Penetrators and Yakuza rivalry run much deeper and more dangerous than anyone thought possible, until one of them ends up paying a heavy price. Chris was on his way to the Kose group Christmas party that night. He never made it there. [COMPLETED! Slow-burn Chriseva. Ensemble cast. Friendship/Hurt/Comfort ]

I can feel it, I can feel the fear. I can feel it, inside of her soul.