Darktale Stories

"You." her heart starts beating in ribcage like she had run a marathon, tounge were tied ,throat feels like desert like dry , mouth lost saliva ,pupils were dilated, toes are curling inwards ,palms were sweating ,loosing it's warmth & turning cold.A drop of warm salty liquid travel from her forhead to cheek. " What are you doing here ?" "I came to take you to the home." He said very calmly. "I am not going anywhere. My home is here where I am today , and I won't go anywhere . That home ,that chapter is closed long ago ,I won't let you open it again, " she mustered courage to stand up against him .She won't let him destroy what she has weaved with patience, hard work, and resilience. "That chapter is open ended, it will close when I wish ,how I wish . You are coming back with me, Smita, and I'll make sure to remind each and every detail of that chapter. " his words have finality as if he had sealed her future once again.His six feet tall figure towered to intimidate her, but she won't give in to his demands. "I won't go with you ,do whatever you want, but I won't go with you, Akshay.Never again,"she folds her hand near her below her breast, ready to fight tooth and nail to protect her little heaven. Abandoned wife is a raw , atmospheric love story set between the chaos of stardom and the stillness of mountain air. A tale of power, redemption, trauma, and the aching question: What happens when a man is loved only when he conquers-and a woman only when she yields

A scholar ventures into Shadow Vale, a fog-choked Himalayan village cursed by ancient myths. Whispers of disappearances and eerie lights lead him to the Leshy-a forest demon with a hunger for souls. This is a sample chapter of my mythical urban horror tale. Dare to read and tell me: Was it creepy enough? Read this sample chapter and share your thoughts!

"A tale about the power of beauty, the obsession with beauty, and the price of defying time." At night, Gregorio receives an elegant stranger who knocks at his door. The visitor warns him: a thief will come for his rose garden. What is the thief looking for among the flowers? And why does the visitor seem to know so much about him? Registration code: 2504151480233 (Safe Creative)

Is it a fairy tale? Or is it a twisted real story through another lens?

Is this.... Real? I don't know is it. This is A girl no memory, no home. until she finds out where she belongs. She goes on a long journey meeting new Allies and defeating the path.

----- Compilation of all the Stories and Poems I have written.

In a forgotten desert town, dogs once meant to protect humanity turn into its executioners. What began as obedience ends in blood, and mercy is nowhere to be found.

Sage and Angelo Dandy raised by distant parents show that their role in society gives them access to a whole new world of life. They learn that the darkness is no place for children. But are they children?

mallory aka Mazzy was visiting her father she was from San Diego California she was got a text from her dad saying he can't pick her up from the airport, on the way to the trains she meets Hunter aka Jacob who was always in the same train as her helps her get to the trains , but she got to know him but her father knows hunter 's family dark secrets, Mazzy decided to leave Hunter alone. he tried to convince her that he was normal , she gave in until she found out what happened to her sister Meg. which has something to do with the missing people in town

We all think we know the true story of the past of Undertale. ... we THINK. But what if we don't really know? What if a far darker tale is yet to be told? What if a secret darkness lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike? What if it's what really got Chara... ...and what if it comes back? (This AU is by my friend Star. I asked her if I could write a fic of it and she approved. It's still a work in progress, but I'll add in more details later)

Alice thought it would be another ordinary night at the morgue. But when she unzips the body bag on table number three, she finds more than a nameless corpse. The scars are hers. The mole is hers. Even the chipped tooth is hers. As the silence thickens, the lights flicker, and the computer begins typing on its own, Alice realizes she is no longer just performing an autopsy-she is unraveling her own. A psychological horror about identity, fear, and the thin line between the living and the dead.

Hi again guys, this is the creepy events story collection. ALL REAL LIFE EVENTS! Also, a very special thanks to @not_vectors on Instagram for the awesome work on the cover! Bless up! You can buy vector artwork from him if you are interested.

Having no memory of how they got there, Edd, Tom, Matt, and Tord wake up on a patch of golden flowers, surrounded by strangers. Oh, boy, this'll be fun. ~~~ This story includes characters from the AU Darktale. If you haven't read it, please do. Thanks.

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A retelling of an old legend from Roche Rock, Cornwall, England, from the 1400s. When a leper named Ogrin seeks refuge in the ruins of a windswept Cornish chapel, the village of Roche largely lets him be. But when a wild-haired girl appears among the granite boulders-barefoot, unblinking, speaking to rooks, and stealing pennyworts off walls-people begin to whisper. She's too strange. Too silent. Too different. They call her Janet. They call her healer. Then they call her witch. No one dares climb the rock - not until a priest is called from Bodmin with scripture, soldiers, and fear in his eyes. But Roche Rock, and the people around it, keep their secrets close, and those who go looking for demons may not like what they find. Set in 15th-century Cornwall and steeped in Gothic atmosphere, The Witch of Roche Rock is a tale of suspicion, superstition, and salvation ... or is it damnation? A retelling of a local legend, this is a short story for lovers of folklore and ghost stories, and tale of tolerance and the importance of accepting others' differences.

Late Night Visitor (Haunted Cemetery) #horrorstories #cemetery #ssg #scary #ghost #animation A graveyard shift at a small-town cemetery turns into a living hell for a lone caretaker. Strange noises, ghostly apparitions, and the unshakable feeling of being watched push him to the brink of madness. As the night progresses, he uncovers a tragic past that refuses to stay buried. With stunning visuals and heart-pounding suspense, "Cemetery 2: True Horror Stories" will leave you questioning what lies beneath the surface of every grave. Prepare yourself for an experience that will haunt your dreams long after the video ends. SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE / @ssganimations OUR INSTAGRAM: / ssganimations OUR REDDIT: / ssg_horrorlovers OUR TWITTER: / ssganimation Contact us at: ssganimation@gmail.com For any business inquiries and collaborations. Thank you for your support.

In the realm of Greek myths and whispers, there existed a world where the lines between hero and villain were drawn not by actions, but by the will of the gods. This is a tale of the misunderstood, the creatures who bore the title of 'villain' by divine design. Creatures like Argus, Cerberus, and Minotaur are framed by Gods and haunted by heroes. But the truth behind it is that they know some devastating secrets of the Greek Gods. For thousands of years, they couldn't even remember those secrets but truths have started to come out. They started to remember everything. They were actually good guys.

Hannah is dealing with the loss of her twin sister who perished in a terrible car crash, along with both their parents. Her family's death and her guilt over being the only survivor creates a paradox in which her sister's reflection comes to life. Fragmented is a short story inspired by a profound depression and feeling trapped in the overpowering emotions that can derive from the urgency to crawl out of the darkness. It is intended to provide a view on these feelings and share experiences with others who may be struggling through depression. C.M. Hazel © 2015

"Udite udite, è giunto il Bazar di Notte Ombra, dove se vieni catturato, il buio ti divora" (So che il titolo è pessimo, e probabilmente anche il racconto)