Darkromanticism Stories

Centuries ago, a god of death and fire sealed his power in an ember no mortal dared to touch, until Lucius Valerius, trickster fae and self-appointed collector of shiny things, stole it on a whim. The ember he stole was never just a relic; it was a lock. A ward. A bargain struck with an ancient god of death and flame. And with its theft, the last ties to the forgotten Asterea kingdom begin to unravel. Magic fractures. The veil between realms thins. Entire villages are swallowed in smoke, and ghosts wander through cracks where fire once held firm. Now the veil between realms is unravelling. Everyone wants answers-and Lucius is forced into a reluctant partnership with one of his kingdom's most stoic knights, a man with no patience for pranks and even less for fae. But as they chase the chaos across a crumbling world, the truth burns brighter: the god is awakening, and Lucius is no longer just a thief. He's the key. The doorway. The chosen vessel. And if the god wants to burn through him?

Self Casket Bells toll low in the weeping rain, shadows lean in the chapel's frame. Lilies choke on the scent of decay, whispers curl where the mourners pray. Eyes avert, yet all have seen, the trembling hands, the spaces between. Some doors open, and none return, some candles drip, yet never burn. In the hush, a truth takes shape, wrapped in silk no soul can escape. And in that silence, deep and vast, a farewell is given... that should never last. For #WITWcontest.

"Chess doesn't always have to be competitive. It can be beautiful." Writing can be, too. Do it but don't do it for the adoration, for the recognition, the accolades. Do it even if you're the only one who will ever read it. Even if you think your writing is shit. Do it because you love it. You're only playing against yourself.

A short poem about interracial love

A Short poem

A short peom

A short Poem

This is just a short story about a girl and boy. The boy, however, just so happens to die. Read the story to find out how.

A short, dark romantic story about a troubled man named Fredrick Alden living in a large old manor.

poetry. a book of hidden thoughts, and mindless actions. ©️ King Arci

What happens when you find yourself in a barren, frozen land, slowing bleeding to death?

Short story.

Short poem to release my thoughts.

Humanity has finally achieved immortality in the future. See what it means to live forever in the eyes of one of these humans that has gained what science longs for. Time is linear, and the past will ever grow distant. "My immortal state is most definitely not natural. My earliest memories tell me that I was once human. A being with flesh, heart, and soul. Now...I lack all those things and thus cease to be human." - The Mother of My Heart

A collection of romantic poems, themed on acceptance, transcendence, metaphysical romanticism, and dark literature. ¶ Achievements: • First Rank-holder, Jathoom Awards, 2024. • First Rank-holder, Poetic Pulse Awards, 2024. ¶ Best Rankings: #1 in Dark Romanticism #2 in Elegy #7 in Slam Poetry #47 in Hopeless Romantic #89 in Poetry

A short poem

A short story about the consequences of false love. Written by Zen Olive.

Even if I never get the chance to know you, to love you. I'm still thinking of you. Prose one shot.