Dark-humour Stories

──────────°˖✧✧˖°────────── 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑼𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐞 • 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 & 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬? • 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝑨𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒚𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 was chaos wrapped in silk, a storm disguised in elegance, a smile that could tip destinies over the edge. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 who dared the world to keep up with her, and laughed when it couldn't. Well, she was not the kind of woman who would break easily. And also not so innocent. 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒗𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 never chased her, 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐. He married her, not to tame, but to stand at the center of her wildfire and look her right in the eye. And she accepted, not out of surrender, but because even the fiercest storms choose where they want to break. The hunt is far from over. New scents rise. Old sins shift. The game isn't closing, it's changing it's face. New players arrive, each carrying a trust that can ruin, or restraint, or resurrect, the world they built. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ~𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟e. ─────────────────────── ~ 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠

Continuation of ANG MUTYA NG SECTION E BOOK 3 .

Welcome to Malmore, a dying town "midwest of Atlanta" (a geographical impossibility that the residents refuse to acknowledge). It is a town suffocated by performative Christianity, historical white supremacy, and a police force so useless they mostly just issue fines for "walking ungodly." When six mismatched, foul-mouthed teenagers stumble upon a glowing necklace in an abandoned sewer next to a toxic field, they don't just get radiation poisoning-they get god-like powers. Now, they must balance avoiding their parents, passing remedial math, and violently curbing the local crime wave that the cops ignore.

a story I created in class

It was supposed to be another normal life for the average office worker Charles Desser until one peculiar evening he stumbled on an invitation letter to the first party in the multiverse.

Hetalia x Monument Mythos crossover. Some divergence from canon When the Nixonverse is fictionalized, the damage is done. The manticore is gone. The only way to stabilize the timeline is to merge with another dimension. And what better dimension than one with personifications? America has always had a feeling he was different from other countries. Did other countries get thrown in a Giza glass box when they spoke out? Nope, just Alfred. Now he seeks answers to what really lives within his monuments. But how do you learn that there is an eldritch monster inside you? How do you cope with the result of your pyramid invention? How do you live with a gestalt of 17 soldiers who perceive lucky charms as a threat? (Comments and specific feedback are appreciated!) All credit goes to Hidekaze Himaruya and Alex Canasas

Four sisters wake up one day in Azeroth due to a mysterious other-worldly (with a sense of humor) force...... One quickly gains a shady ally who is FAR more trouble than he is worth-and is under the impression that this is a vampire-romance novel in which he is the main character. Another finds herself right outside a pirate's hub. The third wakes up alone on cold marble. And the fourth soon remembers her task.......

Two siblings get reincarnated as a two headed dragon and must now coordinate to survive.

The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

"Sir! Ye yahaan hai! Catch him!" The police didn't hesitate. Seizing the opening created by Arohi's shout, four officers lunged through the thinning smoke. Kabir, usually a whirlwind of lethal motion, stood strangely still. His eyes were locked on hers, processing the name: Arohi Malhotra. One of the two doctors they were sent to protect. The very woman whose file sat on the mahogany table back at the villa. Rough hands slammed Kabir against the hood of a police cruiser. The axe was kicked away, clattering across the asphalt. The metallic click-clack of handcuffs echoed through the intersection. Kabir's arms were pulled behind his back, the steel biting into his skin. Arohi stood back, adjusting her saree, watching him with a look of cold triumph. She didn't look like a victim anymore; she looked like the law. As the officers forced Kabir's head down to shove him into the back of the car, he twisted his neck to look at Arohi one last time. He didn't look angry. He looked... impressed. A dark, bloody smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Arohi Malhotra," he murmured, loud enough only for her to hear. "You really are a piece of work." The door slammed shut, and the police van sped off, sirens wailing, leaving the "Ghost" leader in custody and the team leaderless in the middle of a crime scene. The street fell into a tense, vibrating silence as the police van's sirens faded into the distance. Heyin stood frozen behind the concrete pillar, her gun still lowered, her mind racing to process the absurdity of the last sixty seconds. "What did just happen?" she whispered into her comms, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and budding fury. The legendary "Ghost" leader, a man who had survived international black ops and the casino massacre, had just been hauled away in a standard Delhi Police Mahindra Bolero because of a girl in a red saree.

After an unknown tragic incident a young boy awoken who has lost his memories, doesn't know who he is. The world he lives in, is full of mysteries. Hitman, Humans and Mafias the world is filled with creatures. But he feels that he is something more than a child who has forgotten memories. Now caught in the crosshairs of many, Johnny faces offers he shouldn't refuse, dangerous alliances, annoying friendships, and a creeping truth about himself that even he doesn't fully understand. Violence is easy. Dealing with people? Not so much.

WRAITH She doesn't have a real name. She doesn't have a past. She has a codename, a crew of seven people who would burn the world down for her, and a job that just got significantly more complicated. The mission was simple. Get close to Caius Vael - the most dangerous man in the city - extract information, disappear. She's very good at disappearing. What she's not good at is what happens when the target already knows your name before you say it. When he gives you his private exit code and lets you walk away. When every interaction with him feels like a conversation happening underneath the conversation. When you start thinking about him at 3am and can't figure out if it's professional or something you don't have a word for yet. WRAITH is a story about a girl who was built to be a weapon and is slowly, reluctantly, figuring out she might also be a person. About a villain who killed for power and is quietly questioning everything he built it on. About a crew that found each other by accident and chose each other on purpose. And about two people who are very good at pretending things mean less than they do. Running out of pretend.

Cosma helps Lord Cowboy Darrell connect with a promising opportunity, forcing him to confront some major changes. Alternate route in which Darrell stays boss. Rewrite/continuation of an older version. May contain traces of silly humor, emotional pain, tragedy, and an excessive amount of free will used to overanalyze cartoon characters. This is for older Teen & Up audiences due to abusive and psychological themes that may be problematic for younger readers. It's way sillier than it looks, lol. I'm just bad at tagging, and the cover turned out much more badass than intended. (: Enjoy!

A work in progress

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A raw, unfiltered look into the mind of a teenager trying to navigate the chaos of life, identity, and social expectations.

The Things Behind Those Eyes is a ~46,500 word-long collection of several short stories and poems I wrote a few years back. The five short stories cover a rather diverse set of topics and moods, most of which are in some ways rather absurd; A man who has been isolated and tormented by having to roll a boulder uphill for what feels like an eternity is bewildered when his punishment is suddenly revoked. An airplane full of people goes quiet when a strange kind of curse befalls the plane and it turns into an eternal purgatory. Or, granted, it's not all sour and dim; A drug dealer who is on the verge of going bankrupt and has forgotten how to feel joy is completely intrigued when an abnormal man takes him on a romp through London and teaches him how to live again. Meanwhile, the free-versed poems tend to lean more heavily into the more dour, sentimental side of things. The pain felt by the objects around us; not knowing how to live our lives; the ways we hurt ourselves and each other. It's all the little details in the bigger picture. Written 2020-2023 Edited, Compiled, & Photographed 2023 Published elsewhere 2025 Published on Wattpad 2026

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

The virtual simulation is in too deep and full of secrets... Sink into the depths of the abyss All characters mentioned in the story are all original characters created and belongs to me! Show love and support on this throughout the chapters, characters, and stories.

A story bound my revenge but ended with love... 🕯🦢 It was her revenge to seek, then why he played along with her? 🪕🕯