Cursedcity Stories

A cursed city appears at midnight. A detective, bound by blood, must break the loop. Time twists. Memories fade. But some still remember Ravenshade.

Twelve students. One school. A city shrouded in secrets. When Ibrahim gets accepted into the mysterious Qasr-e-Falak in the hidden city of Azael, he thinks it's just the start of a new academic life. But the school holds more than just prestige - it holds centuries of darkness. As strange events unfold and cryptic symbols resurface, Ibrahim and a group of unlikely students find themselves drawn into a forgotten legend. An ancient evil is rising... and their arrival was never a coincidence. Some are chosen. Some are cursed. And some... were never truly human.

He woke up in a field under a copper sky, his old life a forgotten dream. Now, in a city of grinding gears and whispering gods, Amir Zen learns that every power demands a sacrifice. To find his way home, he must first learn to lie, to fight, and to see the truth hidden behind a world of rust and illusion.

When six detectives investigate an abandoned city frozen in 1654, an invisible barrier traps them inside. Every night, creatures from legends come alive and hunt the streets - and the detectives discover they've been given strange powers they don't understand. Their only refuge is a mysterious HouseTree, the one building the monsters can't enter. To escape the cursed city, they must uncover the secrets of the ancient manor at its center... before the city's next night falls.

An orphan. A buried gate. A city lost to time, now whispering to be found. Malric Thorne never believed in legends-until one reached out and touched him first.

​The Silent Architect of Dreams ​Part I: The City That Never Wakes ​The city of Aethelum is a mausoleum of aspiration, a colossal, fog-choked labyrinth where the spires of neo-Gothic cathedrals pierce a sky perpetually the color of bruised pewter. It is a metropolis defined by its absence-the absence of laughter, the absence of sunlight, and most terrifyingly, the absence of spontaneous thought. Here, every cobblestone, every rattling tramcar, and every peeling poster plastered across the brickwork is permeated by the cold, metallic logic of the Scriptorium. ​The Scriptorium is Aethelum's invisible government, a council of unseen elders and brilliant, yet utterly amoral, engineers who maintain the city's perfect, somnolent order. Their power source? The dreams of the population. Every night, in a ritual known only as The Harvest, psychic energy-the raw, volatile substance of human imagination-is drawn from sleeping minds, refined, and used to power the city's intricate, clockwork infrastructure. In return, the citizens are gifted Manufactured Dreams: sterile, comforting loops of mundane satisfaction, ensuring compliance, passivity, and absolute control. No true nightmares, no revolutionary visions, no volatile love stories. Only engineered bliss. ​Elara Vance is the glitch in the machine. At 28, she is cursed with Hypnic Insomnia, a permanent neurological rebellion that renders her incapable of sinking into the Scriptorium's fabricated sleep. She is a reluctant, perpetually exhausted sentinel, forced to witness the nightly horrors of The Harvest-a silent, sucking void that drains the lifeblood of millions while they smile in their sleep. Her waking world is a perpetual, exhausting echo of a city that lives entirely on borrowed time and stolen joy. ​By day, Elara is a mere cataloger at the Grand Atheneum, a library so vast its shelves are rumored to spiral down into the literal underworld of the city. ​