Atmosphere Stories

Everything was normal. Everything was normal until it was built. After the signal tower rose, the city began to rot. Buildings twist where they shouldn't. Water turns foul. Rune is alone in a city that no longer behaves like one. And the Residents, figures that were once human move through the dark as if following rules only they understand. But when the truth behind the tower starts clawing its way back into his life, survival is no longer enough. His parents helped build the tower. Whatever it did to Stillmor, their hands were part of it, and Rune may be the only one who can end what they started.

When a late-night phone call pulls Mike into a chilling mystery, he finds himself drawn to an abandoned building-and something lurking within. What begins as a prank spirals into a surreal nightmare, where shadows move, reality bends, and not everything is what it seems.

A quiet story where nothing breaks - and yet everything shifts. On a calm street, ordinary days begin to feel slightly wrong. Bodies react, objects change, and care slowly turns into responsibility. No one announces the impossible - it simply takes root. This is a slow, uncanny novel about liminal states, fragile trust, and the moment when something unfamiliar becomes impossible to ignore.

She thought she was looking for something hidden. She was wrong. She was meant to notice what should never have been there at all.

Across the cold distances between stars, humanity spreads through the galaxy as the Sons of Supreme, warrior pilgrims in cathedral ships who believe God made them in His image and gave them the universe as their inheritance. Alien species watch in horror as these faithful conquerors advance not with weapons alone, but with hymns that shatter minds and certainty that burns away doubt like fire. From the perspective of beings made of questions, memory, and fear, humanity is not just dangerous but spiritually overwhelming, creatures whose absolute belief in their divine purpose makes them unstoppable. As humans claim system after system, the aliens must face a terrifying truth: they are not fighting an empire or an invasion, but a species that believes it is simply coming home to what was always meant to be theirs. In the darkness between worlds, the galaxy learns to fear not the weapons of mankind, but the hymns they sing while advancing toward their inheritance.

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

*****A gothic Wednesday AU***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on silence. Pressed uniforms. Polished stone. Perfect control. And something ancient buried far beneath its halls. When a student collapses mid-class with glowing sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists the situation is contained. The students don't believe them. Thorn Rosales, a half-vampire psychic known for trouble, hears the disturbance before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by the Hyde and his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols appearing across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Together, they uncover a truth Reichenbach has spent centuries burying. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and forbidden connection. Where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing.

LIMINAL Some places do not break. They hold. In a quiet rural region, a child is born who should not have survived. A midwife senses the balance shift, but says nothing. A case is closed by an institution that believes closure prevents suffering. Reality does not tear open. Nothing crosses over. Instead, the world begins to behave differently. Numbers settle where they should not. Animals pause at thresholds. Dreams arrange themselves into incomplete shapes. LIMINAL is a grounded, atmospheric work of speculative fiction where inexplicable phenomena are approached as consequences rather than miracles-events that arrive too early, or too late. Told through braided points of view and interludes of false documentation, the novel explores: - inherited anomalies mistaken for myth - institutions built to preserve reality at any cost - the quiet horror of stability that is not healing If you enjoy slow-burn, intellectually unsettling fiction in the vein of Annihilation, Solaris, or Le Guin's later work, this story lives at the edge where explanation begins to fail.

Elara Vesperine has spent her entire life as the Silent Manor's sun, a living furnace who gives warmth, comfort, and golden hours to everyone but herself. Every time she uses her power, the cold settles deeper into her bones, turning her fingers blue and her breath to frost. Under the watchful eyes of Lord Malphas and his Wardens, she's learned to wear the perfect mask: obedient, useful, silent. But in the stolen moments between commands, she finds solace in forbidden art and a snow-white cat with sapphire eyes who sees the girl beneath the ice. When the last piece of herself, her secret drawings, is discovered and burned, something inside Elara snaps. The warmth she's given so freely begins to burn. And for the first time, she wonders: what happens when the sun refuses to rise?

In a life that feels familiar yet strangely distant, she wakes to a world that isn't entirely her own. Every corner holds a whisper, every shadow a question. Secrets linger in the air, and the universe itself seems to be watching. What is real? What is imagined? And how far would you go to uncover the truth of the life waiting for you? A story of memory, mystery, and the moments that blur the line between reality and dreams.

An etiological myth discovering how the seasons were born, emphasizing themes of balance, compassion, and how cosmic order is molded not by punishment or rebuke, but by weaving suffering into beauty.

Kassius Vale never expected his life to change the night his bloodline awakened - or that it would bind him to a vampire who feels like danger, destiny, and something achingly close to home. At Wentsworth Crimson Manor, power is studied, secrets are guarded, and bonds are forged in ways no one fully understands. As Kassius's dormant lineage stirs, so does a connection he can't ignore - a pull toward Aethos, the enigmatic elder who shields him with a devotion that feels older than memory. Aethos is everything Kassius shouldn't trust: powerful, feared, and bound by a past soaked in shadows. Yet when Kassius looks at him, the bond hums, the world sharpens, and something inside him answers. But Kassius's awakening draws more than Aethos's attention. Lord Hadrian - ancient, calculating, and unwilling to relinquish what he believes is his - has plans of his own. Caught between a bond he never asked for and a claim he never wanted, Kassius must navigate a world where affection is dangerous, power is political, and intimacy can be a weapon or a lifeline. Some bloodlines are chosen. Some are cursed. And some tie two souls together long before they ever meet. ---

Emok comes to write about places that survived history. Instead, he finds one that remembers it. Alongside Engoy, a quiet man shaped by war and old beliefs, he learns that some presences don't announce themselves with violence-but with expectation. It's the start of their wild adventure.

The House with the Stained Glass Door is a brutal, atmospheric horror-thriller about six students who rent an old boarding house and discover survival is a game with rules that cut like glass: close your eyes, count to ten, don't breathe, don't open them, pray. Marla-the last to arrive and the only one drawn to the forbidden room-finds a perfect miniature of the house waiting inside, its tiny doors opening in tandem with doors that should never move. As mirrors learn hunger, floorboards unzip like throats, and laughter slithers through the walls, the house reveals an inherited appetite-one taught by cruelty and perfected by time. One by one, the game takes them in grotesque, intimate ways, until Marla, a Black heroine who refuses to be anyone's prey, fights back with ritual, grit, and the ugliest kind of hope. For readers who crave handcrafted dread, visceral body horror, and hauntings that linger like bruises, The House with the Stained Glass Door promises a scream you'll feel in your bones-and a silence that's worse. ©️ Relle H

Will start posting chapters once all are edited and book is complete. Thank you all for understanding and your patience! 🐼💜 The bond between Light and Shadow has awakened... and so has something far older. Kassius Vale never asked to become the new Light of the realms, but his awakening has changed everything-his body, his magic, and the fragile political order that once held the world together. As he struggles to master powers that now reach into the minds and emotions of others, whispers of an ancient enemy begin to stir at the edges of his senses... a presence that remembers him far too well. Aethos, reborn Shadow and centuries‑old warrior, knows the signs all too clearly. To protect Kassius, he must confront the ghosts of his past and reunite with allies he once left behind. But the deeper he digs, the more he uncovers a truth the Order buried long ago: Light and Shadow have risen before-and every cycle ended in ruin. For 7,777 years, the realms have been waiting for the next pair. For 7,777 years, the prophecy has slept. For 7,777 years, the Waking Dark has been gathering strength. Now the cycle has begun again. With the Order collapsing, new realms emerging from the dark, and magic twisting into forms unseen for millennia, Kassius and Aethos must navigate a world unraveling around them. Their bond deepens into something unbreakable-powerful enough to reshape fate itself-but even love cannot shield them from the prophecy awakening in their blood. "When Light and Shadow rise as one, after 7,777 years of silence, the Waking Dark shall open its eyes." And this time, the darkness is not content to watch. It wants them. ---

She was sent away to disappear for a while. From the city to a quiet town she does not trust. From noise to silence. From control to a house that watches her back. Hollow House is old, cold, and never truly quiet. At night, walls scratch. Footsteps stop outside her door. Shadows move then vanish. She tells herself it is stress. She does not believe in ghosts. Until she sees the woman in white. She appears only in the dark. Hair hiding her face. Always watching. Never speaking. Fear turns into fixation. Fixation turns into longing. And as the house closes in, she starts to question what is real, what is imagined, and what is slowly claiming her. In Hollow House, the dark does not hide things. It reveals them.

(Based on True Events from the Cicada 3301 mystery) Laura Steinberg is a special effects artist working on film sets in Seattle. When her mom begins an expensive cancer therapy, Laura begins taking side jobs, mimicking elderly clients conned out of their life savings. After recouping funds that belonged to one of her clients, the FBI along with a reclusive pharma executive take notice. Laura is hired to stage the executives death in order to reveal which family member may have been involved with his daughters death from nearly two decades ago. What Laura doesn't know is that the truth is much more dangerous then she could have ever imagined. Revealing a network involved with an online conspiracy that will leave her continuously contemplating her next move in the psychological maze. "The People We Think We Are" explores identity, surveillance, deception, and the stories we construct to survive ourselves.

Elara arrives in a quiet coastal town carrying a grief she does not speak about. The town watches closely, remembering houses, names, and histories long after people believe they have moved on. Rowan is the boy everyone avoids but never forgets. Noah is the one who offers warmth without questions. Between whispered observations, half-spoken truths, and a lighthouse that refuses to stop shining, Elara begins to realize that being seen is not the same as being known-and that some stories only reveal themselves when you stop running from them. A slow-burn story about memory, loss, and the quiet choices that change us.

Hogwarts is no longer merely dangerous - it is listening. As whispers curl through stone corridors and ancient roots stir beneath the castle, Juniper Sallow finds herself caught between what grows in darkness and what refuses to stay buried. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and fear moves faster than truth - through classrooms, through greenhouses, through the hearts of children who are far too young to carry it. While students turn on one another and the walls themselves seem to remember old violence, Juniper must learn what it means to be seen: as a Muggleborn, as a teacher, and as someone who refuses to look away. Between petrified victims, shifting loyalties, and a castle that breathes uneasily around her, she begins to understand that monsters are not always what we are taught to fear - and that survival often looks like quiet, stubborn care. Beneath the Stone is a slow-burning, atmospheric retelling of the Chamber of Secrets through an adult's eyes - rooted in growth, prejudice, and the fragile act of choosing to stay when leaving would be easier.

A lot of questions is going on with a writer's head for a while. Wondering what's the purpose of being left behind o kung may purpose ba talaga ang lahat. She endured everything, pain, missing someone, regret, and loneliness. The writer's endured everything that kind of emotions all by herself. No one helped her. Acting strong in the crowd, almost dying in the night. Repeatedly asking the same question everynight. In short the writer who can't move on.