Dread Stories

Sonic and his friends attempt to stop Eggman from grabbing the Paradox Prism. Sonic use his Spin Dash to shatter the Paradox Prism causing him to go on adventures to meet various versions of his friends.

"...Y'all just depressing...Even useless as the Pros that can't even catch me..." Words carved on a criminals back, dropped lifeless in the station. Tsukauchi could predict another headache coming, but fumes at the following words written on the next lifeless body. "...No wonder y'all get cracked by them...useless..." ___________________________________ The population of villains have been dropping drastically in whole of Japan, increasing the death rate in a quick pace. This discovery has made everyone fear and also rebel. With eye witnesses and surveillance, the police force found out that there is a vigilante that seems to have an unknown quirk. As they find it hard to catch them, the go for the heroes help. What if a specific white mouse catches interest on the vigilante?

Morlenfal floats above an ancient crater on threads of fading arcana - a white-stone marvel slowly rotting from within. Cratin, a scarred knight carrying the weight of old sins, is called back to mend the failing Lattice. What he uncovers beneath the palace is no mere monster. It learns. It adapts. It begins to wear the faces of the living. Now the city whispers with familiar voices that feel just slightly wrong. Allies speak with words that almost belong to them. The people Cratin fights to protect may already be lost - replaced by something that remembers their lives, their loves, their pain... and hungers for more. Dark fantasy laced with psychological horror and creeping dread, Tales from the City of Drayke: The Pale Crown is the opening act of a trilogy about identity, grief, and the terrifying cost of survival.

If you grew up knowing that there was something off about your life, just to find out that you're not human, how would you feel? Throughout the years Annabelle could feel it. The dread. The everlasting dread. She wasn't normal, and she knew it. Ever since her parents died when she was six months old, in a house fire, a man had been taking care of her and protecting her. His name was Castiel, and he was an Angel of The Lord. Annabelle had never felt safe, not even with Castiel. But, one day she got the visit that could change all that. Not only did she become more enlightened to her true self, but she became closer to Castiel. The oncoming war wasn't going to stop Annabelle from getting what she wanted, and she wanted Castiel. But, she had to win the battle, to win the angel.

What if the world already decided you were gone-and is slowly correcting its mistake? When Mara discovers she was officially declared dead at birth, the error seems harmless at first. But then records begin to change. People forget her. Reflections fail. Reality itself starts to slip. As her existence is quietly erased piece by piece, Mara is left with one terrifying question: How do you prove you're alive... when nothing agrees?

It's the second coming. But of what? It's the second coming of Echo. It's the second coming of the Beast of Gévaudan. It's the second coming of Scott's pack. Everything is coming again. Echo has been revived to be part of Theo's pack. He tells her lies to get her to obey him, and she believes him. But when she meets someone else that cares about her more than Theo does, her whole world turns upside down. It's a battle of the packs: Scott's against Theo's. They both only have two things in common: they are both afraid of the Beast of Gévaudan, and they both want Echo.

It had the same voice as my father...

I know I feel more than others--but still feel so unprepared when overcome by this anguish that doesn't quell. Welcome to the hopeless side of my page, where I'm most likely sobbing while I write. This state feels endless, but I feel peace when I write them down. I hope you resonate with my words, but I also just hope you're okay. It isn't easy, but it also isn't forever--AND THIS TOO SHALL PASS!!! ~ With love, Sara Katherine ♡

John's house is changing. The walls swell and breathe. The floors ripple like living flesh. Reflections move when he doesn't. Something lurks beneath the floorboards, scraping, chittering, exhaling warm, rotten air through the vents. Night after night, the boundaries of his home twist into a labyrinth of pulsing walls, sour smells, and hungry whispers. Sigils warp, salt turns to sludge, and faces press through the wallpaper with silent, eyeless agony. When the house finally draws him into the dark crawlspace beneath it, John descends into a spiraling nightmare of living tunnels, suffocating rot, and an ancient presence that has been watching him...breathing with him...waiting for him. At the bottom lies a truth so strange and terrible that it will unravel everything he thought he knew about fear. And when he finally meets the thing that has haunted his every step, it is nothing he could have imagined, yet somehow, it makes perfect, awful sense. A slow-burn descent into cosmic dread with an ending you will absolutely not see coming.

Inspired by my favorite band: KOTR - Knights of the Revival When innocence becomes the doorway to ruin, who will rekindle the light? Elarion was once a kingdom of gentle dawns and golden fields. Until the mirelings arrived. Small, soft‑furred, and heartbreakingly harmless, they were welcomed with open arms. But their quiet presence carried a devastating truth: they were demons born to feed on sorrow, and through them the Demon King rose from the shadows. Now despair poisons the land. Villages crumble under whispered doubts. Families fracture. Magic falters. And as the Demon King's influence spreads like a stain across the world, even hope seems ready to fade. But deep within the ruins of an ancient fortress, an order long thought to be myth stirs. The Knights of Revival, bearers of the Radiant Flame, prepare for the moment destiny will call them forth. Their power is immense, their purpose sacred, and their numbers perilously few. Yet they wait for one more. A vanished warrior. A forgotten name. A promise that once held back the darkness. As Elarion teeters on the edge of oblivion, rumors whisper that the lost hero may walk the world again. And when he returns, dawn itself may rise to meet him. A tale of creeping dread, fragile hope, and the quiet courage that survives even in the darkest night, this epic fantasy begins where trust has shattered, and where salvation must be earned one flicker of light at a time

Give me a moment.

Oh fuck! Solvain are you ok?

A deadly legend surrounds the woods of Lost Lake. Cats live in fear as their loved ones vanish with out a trace. A young tom named Moth stumbles apon a secret that revels the truth behind the disappearances. But by reveling the truth, the legend suddenly becomes true.

Everyone over 16 was waiting for the day. The day that people found true love, or wished for it. A day of frantic note taking and hoping for the other to notice. Everyone on earth, waiting for the exact moment they would be transported into their soulmate's body, maybe halfway across earth, or only next door. It all was chaos on the 20th, the day. My sixteenth birthday happened a week before October 20th, on the thirteenth. I wasn't really looking forwards to the day. I don't like leaving the house, and I didn't look forwards to people messing with my stuff, much less finding myself in someone else's body. My birthday was a blur; all my friends told me I was so lucky to have my birthday right before the day. I smiled, and nodded, faking excitement.

|ON HOLD| WILL BE CONTINUED IN 2025| Stuck in the bloody maze of a psychopath, betrayed by loved ones, desolated by the world, will Lia find a way out for revenge? _____________________________ A casual outing took a wrong turn for a group of friends who took the small isolated town Vanizli for a mesmerising tourist spot. Not much time took for them to realise the dreadful secret that the pacifying town held when one after another started to fall a victim for an anynomous psychopath meeting their deaths in the most horrific state. Lia, grieving for her loved ones, sought to find a way for revenge fighting with an unknown identity until when she witnesses the betrayal of her beloved unveiling the bitter and darker truths of her past. Join the mystery full journey of true dread. Cover: Wenshi Graphic Shop

this is my original OC that l still develop to this day after like 2 or 3 years

“I never could’ve guessed that being a Christian is a disgrace to the society.A true follower of God will strive to be good, yet they call us bad people Perhaps nowadays good is evil and evil is good.” After witnessing her mother’s head chopped off, Ken Madrigal has been on the run. Now she’s alone in the world, slipping from one abandoned alley to the next, avoiding the sinister looks of the “chipped ones”. Life became hard, so hard. Because she's a Christian. Ken was given a chance to be chipped but she swore to the living God that she won’t make another mistake again, she soon became an outcast. But she never knew that one game will turn her rather depressing life into something far more worse. The One World President told in his speech is that to be gods, they must kill all Christians. Every Christian has different number of points and if someone achieved a certain number of points, they’ll achieve immortality. That game is called Inhumanity. And Ken’s life unfortunately cost a lot of points.

In the war-torn hell scape that is the near future middle-east, a cataclysmic event is about to occur. Zackary Bradshaw must not only survive the hellish war as a deserter of the invading side on enemy soil, but also the days to come afterwards, aided only by his wits and a strange local of the country, he must survive to soon help the world on a more grand scale. This story is not even remotely close to being done yet, if you like the concept feel free to put this in your library, if it gets received well I might update this more often. ^_^

A creature is awakened in its prison cell by a most unusual event. A century might have passed, though even that is murky at most. With nothing but curiosity and the invitation of a knight in shining armor, the creature rises from the cold stone and sets off to discover itself and its fate.

In a misty bog, archaeologists uncover a preserved ancient corpse pierced by an arrow. As night falls, the water begins to stir, and the dead man slowly returns to reclaim what was disturbed.