Biblicalhorror Stories

The body of Lady Isolde Veritas has died many times. Poison. Execution. A fall from the palace balcony. A quiet suicide no one questioned. Every life ends the same way with the world quietly rewinding as if nothing ever happened. Many souls have awakened in her body, believing they were the heroine of a familiar story. They tried to follow the script. They tried to survive. None of them did. Now something else has taken the vessel. Not a transmigrator. Not a ghost. A seraphim, a creature of burning wings and watchful eyes forced into a human corpse that can barely contain it. The body cracks under the weight of something divine, like a fragile jar trying to hold a sea. Humans believe angels are beautiful. They are wrong. While pretending to be the duke's silent fiancée, the seraphim begins investigating a world trapped in an ouroboros of repeating time. Memories of the dead play in her mind like broken recordings. Cultists whisper prayers to things that should not hear them. Demons recoil from her presence. And somewhere beyond the sky, ancient gods watch the loop with quiet curiosity. At the center of it all stands Duke Cassian Valerius a man who remembers every life this world has lived. He rewound time to save the woman he loved. He broke the world instead. Now the corpse he once used as a pawn has awakened with something far worse inside it. And for the first time in countless timelines, Lady Elowen Veritas has not died. Not yet.

At a thriving Christian school, beloved teacher Mr. Tribb receives a perfect red apple from a mysterious new student named Lucy. One bite begins his fall into darkness. As vanity consumes him, the school transforms - students change, victories turn unholy, and shadows whisper of something ancient. In a terrifying confrontation, Tribb faces the demon he invited in. Mr. Tribb is a chilling Christian horror story about pride and the eternal truth: what a man sows, he shall also reap.

Part of the "Sharing Nightmares" anthology by @The_Write_Place Excerpt: "She struggles against the darkness binding her. It smells of something older than the wind herself. The wind has borne witness to the dawn of the ages. She herself helped sweep away the primordial waters to form a vault in the heavens. She is old, and she is powerful-- But this is something older than her. The old darkness whispers to her the story of stories: its own story."