Darkpoetic Stories

Centuries after the fall of the ancient Eidric Concord, the fractured world of Nareth survives within fragile bastions known as Hubs-fortified cities that cling to life behind failing aether barriers. Beyond those walls stretch the Wilds: vast, untamed biomes where nature and corruption blur, and monsters born of living crystal and marrow rule the ruins of the old world. Among the hunters who brave that chaos walks Aric Venn-a quiet, ruthless veteran of the Hunter's Accord. Armed with skill, instinct, and a pair of rune-forged blades, Aric hunts to keep the barriers standing and the corruption at bay. But when a routine mission at the swamp Hub of Duskveil uncovers a creature pulsing with Leviathan-grade resonance, everything changes. The fallen Behemoth leaves behind a shard that hums in time with Aric's heartbeat-an artifact that awakens ancient memories of the Concord and the catastrophe known as the Hollowing. As Aric's team battles through swamps, councils, and jungles to contain the spreading resonance, they realize the "corruption" is not infection at all. It's the world itself remembering-a vast living network reawakening beneath their feet. Each hunt draws them closer to the truth: the monsters are guardians, the crystals are arteries, and the Core of Nareth-the heart of the planet-has begun to stir again. If it fully wakes, it may either restore the world that was lost or end what remains of humanity.

What if you could go back in time just five minutes at a time? Would you fix the breakup? Stop the betrayal? Rewrite the past that still keeps you up at night? Alicia is tired. Tired of carrying the weight of everyone else. Her father disappeared. Her mother drinks. Her sister depends on her. And the man she was going to marry just left her shattered and alone. Standing at the edge of a lake, ready to end everything... the moon shifts. A strange café appears. Inside, a silent waiter offers her purple tea and a chance: Five minutes. Any memory. Rewrite the past. But every visit comes with a cost. And the more she goes back, the more her present disappears. How many moments would you trade to heal? And what happens when there's nothing left of you to come back to?

He made her laugh when she forgot how to breathe. He listened when the world went silent. He held her together piece by piece... and then shattered her in ways she never knew were possible. He wasn't the villain. He wasn't the hero. He was the lesson. A man with a brilliant mind, a dangerous charm, and a heart carrying storms. A woman with a soft soul, unguarded love, and scars no one noticed. Their bond began as comfort. Shifted into obsession. And ended in a war between love, dependency, and survival. This is not a fairytale. This is a psychological slow-burn about emotional intimacy, hidden manipulation, unspoken wounds, and the kind of connection that feels like fate-until it feels like a prison. A story for the ones who love deeply. Break loudly. And rise quietly.