Eldritch Stories

Jake Rivers was always a parasite. He just didn't know it could be literal. A forgotten god caught him cheating at carnival games and decided to make the metaphor flesh. Now Jake is microscopic. Blind. Starving. A brain-eating worm in a fantasy world where magic is real and death comes from inside. Every creature he enters dies within weeks, neural pathways consumed one memory at a time. But first, they become legend! Jake takes one ability from each host. They gain all of his. Symbiosis and murder, always together. And he's getting addicted. Simple animal thoughts were bland. Complex minds are intoxicating. Intelligent consciousness tastes like nothing he's ever experienced. Every memory he consumes is better than the last, and the hunger grows stronger with each kill. The locals call it the Whisperer's Blessing. Power and death, arriving as one. Naga serpent-lords take notice of the pattern. But Jake is seeing something they can't: he's been everyone. Both predator and prey. He experiences reality from every angle, and reality is breaking. Magic is corrupting. Concepts are bleeding together. Something eldritch is pushing through the cracks between worlds, and the scattered civilizations of Ouroboros can't see it coming because they've never been anything but themselves. Jake has been everything. Knows languages no single being should speak. Understands magic from perspectives that shouldn't exist. He's becoming something unprecedented. Something necessary. Something monstrous. The god wanted him honest about what he was. Be careful what you wish for. This parasite might be the only thing that can consume an apocalypse. Dark progression fantasy. Visceral body horror. An addict climbs the food chain toward godhood.

'Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow' - Melanie Martinez 000 first met Brenner when she was 3 years old and never left his side until she was 14. She met a boy called Henry who was just like her and from then on they were inseparable. Henry Creel/ Peter Ballard/ 001 X OC A/N: (Spoilers for The First Shadow) It doesn't directly follow but has got the main storyline as best as I could while adding OC.

a pale young boy devoid of any form of color other than his misfit uniform. He was so unremarkable, the only thing worth noticing was how desperately the world seemed to be trying not to look at him, a fleeting moment that you'd never remember no matter what you did. One god, however, was very interested in breaking their own cycle through... unconventional means...

Did I take too long, my prince? ❁ ─── A young witch's guide to power and passion. Half eldritch horror, half love story. HARRY POTTER © ruinology-

Being the first haunted to defeat the Shade, Vergil Torres should have been swelling with joy and pride. After all, he saved his friends and learned secrets not even 50 years of Shade Study could discover. Yet, this victory came at a heavy toll. The guilt over Eris's death. The regret of finding out the truth of the Cult. And the heavy burden of stopping Azgarmoth, the source of the mysterious Shade, from entering their world, knowing that failure means that life as they know it will end, all weighs heavily on the 16-year-old high school student. To make matters worse, because of the seal Vergil undid, the still-operating cult is now more powerful than ever, commanding an army of Shades and cultists embedded in various aspects of society. Their only hope lies with one History and Sociology Professor, who seems to be the only one to know more about the lost legend of the city of Bastillio, the legend of the Star People, and the Celestials. The stakes are higher than ever as they prepare to meet with the professor under false names and disguises. They must learn all they can of the legend, if it is even the same one, and treat every citizen they encounter as a potential cultist out to kill them.

Astreal fell from the heavens without fire, without mercy, and without a way back. Exiled for loving openly and questioning their place, they walk among mortals burdened by heavy wings, visible scars, and the terrifying clarity of a body stripped of divine light. A story about exile, desire, and the dangerous act of choice.

SEARCHING FOR A WORLD THAT DOESN'T EXIST Avery is packing up his locker for his last week in highschool, when he finds an old laptop with minecraft already installed. ...Strange is the night where black stars rise and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is in Lost Carcosa... After some strange occurrences in his world he can only chalk up to the previous owner of the laptop, he settles in for the night, only to be met with a message. UNKNOWN NUMBER hello avery i've found you

AIITBS is a story inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, starting in Boston Massachusetts in the year 1934. It starrs young scholar and occultist Nathaniel Butler, of the obscenely wealthy Butler family, who's dealings in magic and alchemy force him into misadventures of the certainly eldritch variety. This story is quite a ways from being finished but I already have an ending in mind, so I am confident that it will be in time. Please be patient and I hope you have fun while reading! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Yours truly, Creaturefromtheattic

Humanity survives in scattered underground bunkers after the world above collapses. Underground Bunker is stable, structured, and safe-at least on the surface. Fourteen-year-old Cynessa Vale lives here while hiding a secret power no one else but her friends in the bunker knows about. She attends school like everyone else, supported by her trusted friend Amy and quietly targeted by students like Bianca who don't understand her. But when odd signals start appearing in the bunker's systems and a new boy arrives carrying secrets of his own, Cynessa's double life begins to crack. Her hidden past is tied to someone far more dangerous than the bunker suspects. And the truth she uncovers will decide whether she protects this place... or destroys it.

"You'd be surprised how far human indomitable spirit can go to protect what dear to them." Alia has been a hunter her entire life. Years in the wild had carved the role into her bones, shared with her constant companion-- Ranger, a German Shepherd who had grown beside her since he was just a fledgling. It was supposed to be another routine hunt. Until it wasn't. Another whine followed with growling Ranger. "Ranger...?" A single heartbeat passed. Just one. Long enough for her to catch a glimpse of something stood between the trees-- dark, macabre and obscure. Long enough to hear Ranger barking-- toward whatever the thing there. It was watching them. One beat. That was all it took. Ranger lunged towards it. "Ranger!" Immediately, dread flooding her chest like ice water. 'Stay calm. Keep your head clear. Rushing will gets you killed.' Every lesson her pops had drilled into her shattered in that instant. "NO!" The fright. The nerves. Gone-- burned in a flash. Not fear of something else in the dark-- -- but fear for Ranger. That was enough. She bolted forward, rifle pounding against her side. "RANGER!" * Crack. The sound of movement came not from ahead but nowhere-- a creaking sound like bone clicking and crushing under the weight. It stepped into view. Tall. Limbs stretched thin, joints bending at the wrong angles. Antlers crowned its skull, skin pale, tight in places, translucent in others, revealing ribs that expanded and contracted with a hollow, wind-like sound. "You walk with open grief." It smelled full of old blood. "What... what are you?" The creature's hollow ribs expanded and a strange, echoing sound filled the air with a sound. "... Kaelthar... mortal would call us... Wendigo." Or, Alia just wants her dog, Ranger back.

The backstory of Dr. Arthur Friedkin from the 2011 found footage horror movie "Grave Encounters".

In the depths of Hell, where power is everything and mercy is a myth, one name strikes both awe and fear across every ring: Aiden Morningstar, the eldest son of Lucifer and Lilith. A being born of celestial perfection and demonic chaos, Aiden walks the realms with beauty sharp enough to wound-and a voice powerful enough to rewrite reality itself. Raised in the shadows but destined to stand above them, Aiden returns to Hell after centuries away, only to find the Inferno crawling with ambition, conspiracies, and creatures who have forgotten why his family once ruled unchallenged. Overlords whisper his name like a curse... especially Alastor, who has never forgiven Aiden for the one battle he lost. Aiden delights in it. Rivalries, insults, mind games-nothing entertains him more than getting under Alastor's skin. But Aiden carries a deeper purpose: mastering his chaotic lineage, unlocking the truth behind his forbidden Demonic Form, and controlling the devastating power of his Chaos Scepter-a weapon capable of bending time, emotion, and entire realms. And when his enemies push too far, Aiden unleashes a voice so hypnotic and divine that even Hell itself trembles. Yet as threats rise, alliances crumble, and the past claws its way back, Aiden must face the question he's spent lifetimes avoiding: Is he destined to save Hell... or destroy it? One thing is certain: When Aiden sings, worlds fall silent.

The Forgotten One... The oldest being to exist, the one who even time itself couldn't remember. Its origins, forever unknown. Its powers, beyond what reality can handle. He was the strongest, the all-father god, the devourer, the creator, the destroyer, the one who will bring everything and anyone to its knees with just its presence. Called by those who he met before... The Ancient Extinction Machine. ... But out of pure chance, made possible by the failure of an experiment, he finds himself in the DXD universe... and he's not happy with that, and fate surely won't leave him alone how he wished so. -|-|-|-|- DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any images, characters (Except the Main Character, who is made by me.), songs, videos ETC., nor am I affiliated with their creators.

With the long war between Autobots and Decepticons finally over, Jack believed that there could finally be peace not just for the opposing factions, but for Earth and Cybertron as well. But, he couldn't be more wrong when people from a parallel reality come into his. Now, they're trapped in his world until the Rift is re-opened. But anything can come out of there... Something ancient is waking up... --------------------------------------------- (WARNING: this story contains horror themes and transformers-related violence. If you do not want to see, do not read.) (DISCLAIMER! This story is my take on the continuation of @Fanfic_Fanatic13's story: 'Being Human' on Fanfiction.net. If you want this to make any sense, I HIGHLY suggest that you read their story first! :))

"SELCOUTH - strange, unusual, foreign, and so, so... so familiar." In which Dream-exiled and extremely bored-comes across a small village and an odd forest. Will there be strange creatures and occurrences? Brushes with death that leave you just a little wary when going outside by yourself at night? ... Maybe. But through it all, remember this: The Forest beckons those who are condemned to be its slave.

In a world where the supernatural hides just beneath the surface, a young college student from a powerful, secretive family tries to live an ordinary life. But his life takes a strange turn when he becomes the only person who can see a mysterious spirit, an occurrence that seems to be nothing more than an eerie coincidence.

This web novel is about Anna the only child of the enigmatic being known as The Dreamer. Join her as she travels a world filled with magic and wonders. She's not the chosen one, she has no destiny and there's no telling what she's going to do next, other than look for some cupcakes that is. This is the first thing I've written I hope you all enjoy reading about Anna as much as I enjoy writing about her.

In this world, the strong survive and the weak perish. Various powers were granted upon humanity by the gods. The world rejoiced and celebrated until human nature took over and laid waste upon themselves. Hundred days and hundred nights, then turned centuries upon centuries of bloodshed and suffering. The war ended with one victor: JUSTICE. This was the time where humanity had peace and co-existed in various countries. Quirked users. Stemmed from the sole DNA of their ancestors seemed to live in New World, the super continent. Homeland of Heroes and Villains. Semblance users. Once magic users, now resides a power similar to quirks which is amplified by using aura, the manipulation of soul power. Birthplace of hunters and faunuses that defend against their nemesis: Grimm. And lastly hidden beneath the surface of humanity lies biblical creatures that rule heaven, earth, and hell. Devils, angels, and fallen angels co-exist in fragile peace with skirmishes still present in their own territory. Adept Magic users that control the forces of light and dark. Their emotions amplified humanely or by holiness... All of them exist in one world. That spells trouble to anything weaker than themselves. Such is me... A teenager with a body that belonged to old earth. Weaker than the average quirk user, I face discrimination and mockery to everything I place my presence in. Thankfully it was moderate due to me being a "Historical figure". Whatever the fuck that means. The damage is still there though. I just wish I had some kind of power... P.S. Having power is fucking annoying P.P.S. When you have power, everyone wants a piece of you. and I mean EVERYONE.

Ranboo, Tubbo, and Micheal have lived a quiet, domestic life for a while now. Ranboo's a stay at home dad, making sure Micheal is comfortable and helping him learn. Tubbo spends his days working in a lab and making new things to help Snowchester Thrive. After Ranboo has a cryptic dream and a prank goes horribly wrong, things are shaken up in their quiet household. Tubbo takes drastic action and... something begins trying to put cracks in their family. TWs- Refrences to death, violence, swearing, yelling

A horrific sci-fi military thriller propelled by past war trauma and future AI nightmares. Set in the near future of my superhero universe, Red September is an invention by a supervillain, Dr. Rare, whose enigmatic plan to reach the sea floor threatens to send endless horrors upon an American fleet, then perhaps the world beyond. Figures like Elias, the Living Storm - who wields the power of digital conductivity - face down its dive, and the conflict may change them into something much more dreadful than they previously knew, as the transforming submarine leaves a deep scar of their current American Society. Red September's Lovecraftian mind begins to meet them as its glitches and altered narratives arrive, but within the madness is the deepest mystery of what drives the invention and its inventor; to be explored chapter by chapter.