Darkromanticism Stories

...В городе, где у каждого есть тайная порочная жизнь, исчезает известный человек, живущий под двумя именами. Частный сыщик Анри начинает расследование и шаг за шагом понимает: все улики ведут не к убийце, а к нему самому. Тайные балы с исчезновением гостей, психиатрическая лечебница, красивые и опасные женщины, карты йадд-таро, предсказывающие правду, и прошлое, которое отказывается умирать. Иногда самое страшное преступление - это личность, которую ты носишь внутри.

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?

"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

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

One for love, one for heartbreak

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

Danielle is sitting in her house one day reading a book when suddenly, she hears a loud shriek. No one was there. Nothing is as it seems, and maybe what Danielle thinks is real might not be real at all.

A Short poem

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.

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

[Ongoing] A collection of my poems and short stories that aren't long enough to be their own post. (Most are subtlety religious)

A battle of minds, generational mental warfare.

A short poem about interracial love

My first collection of poems. While the concepts for them may all be different, these poems will mostly center on the themes of death, chaos, life, nature, and humanity, the darker and lighter sides of all these things will be addressed. The genre I write is mostly romanticism. Feedback is appreciated To anyone who reads my work, thank you and know that I am starting a new project that encompasses both short stories and poems. I hope you enjoy the work I have been putting out.

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

A short story I wrote for my English class that I figured I could share with everyone.

"A tale about an individual who built five towers to protect himself from love." A person seeks to reach the heart, but first, they must overcome five towers. In the first, a guardian emerges from the darkness to warn them that their journey is futile. Through their words, they reveal their vision of love: a blend of narcissism, obsession, and idealization. Their love is intense, yet also marked by distrust and fear. Hidden within their speech lies a deep emotional wound. Registration code: 2503091065869 (Safe Creative)