Hallucinations Stories

The throne room shimmered like a wounded lullaby. Marble floors mirrored torchlight, but the air was heavy with disdain. Priests in gold-lined robes. Advisors carved from old stone. And voices- sharp as scripture. "A boy cannot command." "A submissive creature cannot be King." "Let him sing in silk, not speak in law." And yet- Taehyung sat. Bare wrists resting on the throne's cold arms. Lashes downcast, but gaze unfazed. Like moonlight resting on a blade. He said nothing. He did not explain, did not defend. He simply was- draped in silver silence, crowned in defiance. Until- The doors opened. Slow. Ancient. Final. And in stepped Jeon Jungkook. The King of Iron Nights. The shadow-draped tempest in black velvet and stormfire eyes. He moved with thunder in his veins and a smirk carved like sin on his lips. He did not ask permission. He did not greet the court. He only walked- to him. The condemned Queen. The boy they all feared would break the crown. Taehyung did not look up. Not until- A shadow knelt. The hall gasped- a sound like glass shattering beneath velvet. Jungkook bent low, like prayer, like gravity itself bowed with him. Then he did what no one dared believe- He took Taehyung's foot -fragile, pale, sacred- lifted it onto his knee... And kissed it. Not with hunger. But with hush. With worship. With forever. Then he pressed his forehead against it, eyes closed, breath steady, and whispered so only the boy on the throne could hear: "My moon-blessed Swan..." The room fell into a stillness so deep it felt like snowfall on a battlefield.

seventeen year old josh stevenson thinks smoking is just another way to quiet, the pressure, the silence at home and the noise in his head. but the more he escapes into the haze, the more the world around him begins to twist - shadows begin to whisper, reality slips and faces begin to blur. (a josh stevenson - waterloo road fanfic, starting s7 ep23)

Contrary to popular belief, Benjamin Brooks isn't crazy. He simply sees dead people. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop him from being admitted to a psychiatric unit to treat his so-called schizophrenia. But the clinic isn't what it seems - and neither are the other patients, behaving in ways that no diagnosis can explain. Now Benjamin is stuck with: - a kid who can't keep one identity straight, - a sugar-fueled meltdown waiting to happen, and - a walking hazard warning. Together, they set out to uncover the truth. What could possibly go wrong?

An outcast, will she ever get accepted into this new reality?

Dedue skids to a halt as he takes in the scene before him. His Highness's fallen form fills his vision, his body pierced with a multitude of lances, a growing blood stain swelling around him. Dedue's heart stutters in his chest. He's paralyzed; his lungs seize, his mind shatters. Blink. Dedue forces himself to take a lurching step forward. Inhale. He manages another step. Go to him Dimitri's lips move around silent syllables. He's still alive. All is not lost yet. Alternatively: what if Hilda saved Dimitri on Gronder field and brought him back to the Alliance camp instead of simply finding his body? ~~~ *trigger warnings for graphic depictions of violence, gore, wound care, vomiting, nightmares, PTSD, suicide attempt, self-hatred, unhealthy co-dependence, minor character death*

Virat, a doctor by profession had completed his degree in London. After that he decided to go India to meet his bestfriend Sai (whom he secretly loves)from whom he got separated in childhood because of his father's sudden tranfer in London. He was utterly dumbfounded when Sai told him about her love, Vishal.

Two days before the great escape, an unexpected visitor arrived at King Peppy's door. The air was thick with unease as the old Bergen Chef, draped in shadow and malice, presented the Troll King with a small glass bottle. Inside, the pills shimmered faintly, like captured starlight. With a sly smile, Chef promised they possessed a wondrous power-the ability to make a troll truly happy. King Peppy turned the bottle in his hands long after she'd gone, the promise echoing in his mind. Happiness in a pill? It sounded too strange, too simple. Yet curiosity-tinged with a quiet hope-gnawed at him. He thought of Branch then. The young troll's colors had faded to gray only an day ago, his heart dimmed by the loss of his grandmother. If anyone needed a glimpse of joy again, it was him. Perhaps this mysterious gift could bring it back. And so, the King made his decision. Branch would be the first one to take the "miracle".

It's been three months since Chris went back up to the mountains , rescuing Josh , who was in the process of becoming a wendigo.

The city of Tarkong is in the middle of a war zone as the citizens are caught in the crossfire. Embry Iwasaki had been helping her parents her whole life until her Dad was caught in a shooting and her Mum had fallen into a coma. She has been quiet ever since and has started to see hallucinations, but then she meets someone...

The day a child gets there Quirk, for most it's one of the best days of their life. For Y/N. It was the worst. His Quirk was hated and feared, everybody looked at him like a monster and curse. Then, like everyone predicted, his Quirk hurt someone and he lost the only person who ever showed him love. After that incident, he was sold of to a man named Kai Chisaki and met a girl named Eri. He thought this was his life, and excepted it. Until he met two heroes that decided that they were going to save him and Eri from this. From this endless cycle of Insanity. *COVER ART ISN'T MINE, ALL THE COVERS RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO THE CREATOR. I CANT FIND THEM JUST KNOW I DON'T CLAIM IT.*

✨️ "මෙය... මාගේ කර්කශ ප්‍රේමයේ උගුල තුළ... නුඹව... මෘදුව සිරකර ගැනීමේ... මරණීය යක්ෂමය කලාවයි." ✨️ ✨️"This is the demonic and deadly art of gently imprisoning you within my love trap."✨️ -කේශ-

"Louis, I still see her.I still see Lucy." "Harry she's been gone for almost three years now.""I know she has. But I just keep seeing her, she looks scared.""It's probably your fever Harry, I'm sure wherever she is she's fine. Go back to sleep."Harry Styles has been strucken with a bad case of the flu, high temperature and chills as he is confined to bed. Then he see's Lucy. As in his little sister Lucy who died in a car almost three years ago. Everyone tells him it's his fever but she seems too real. He isn't going crazy right? This has to be some silly dream, or a bone chilling Nightmare.'Cause your face it still haunts My Once Pleasant dreams.

"I'm assuming you're here to visit someone," said the woman at the front desk, not even looking at them. Enji nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He already dreaded what he was about to say, even though there was no real way of avoiding it. "We're here to see Touya Todoroki." Enji could feel his family collectively tense. All except Shoto, who'd never known his eldest brother. Enji didn't know if that was a mercy or not. "Yeesh, family visits," the woman grumbled, looking at each of them. "Always a hassle." She stood up from the desk. "Follow me." "What's going on?" Fuyumi asked, nerves spiking. No one answered her Yeah, so this is a one shot I wrote. idk why I wrote it, but it exists now. Yay :D I don't feel like writing a description so here y'all go :P Enjoy!! ~moonjayxx

Fed up and out of alternatives, Batman locks the Joker away in his own personal prison down in the Batcave. Theses chapters are nonlinear and are mostly in a Drabble like format This is based on the Arkham series. The idea I'm kinda going for is that during the first Arkham game when joker purposely gets captured to get into Arkham, in stead of taking him there, batman just brings him to the batcave.

It's all in the title buddy! Feel free to leave a suggestion, but that doesn't automatically mean I'll do it though. I'm doing this for fun and I won't update super often unless I have a sudden stroke of inspiration.

Asha doesn't sleep anymore. The doctors at St. Kilda say the insomnia is in their head-that the lights, the whispers, the movements are nothing but side effects and stress. But Asha swears the hospital is alive. Every night, the ceilings twitch. The walls breathe. Something in the vents whispers their name. They started keeping a diary to stay sane-to separate what's real from what isn't. But the pages keep changing when they're not looking. Sleep is mercy. Wakefulness is punishment. And the ceiling is watching.

I felt something wet on my cheek. It was very unfamiliar. I could feel tears. Ambrosia Fall, a girl who lived a pretty normal life on the out side never really felt normal on the inside. She was made to face her fathers death before she could even fully process her feeling for him. "Don't believe what they say, believe what you see, because he will return but this time your father will not be there to protect you." Why? Read on to find out how Ambrosia stabs into the truth and in the process finds love.

She watched from across the window. Then one day, she was gone. When Vikram moves into a new apartment to rebuild his life, he becomes intrigued by the woman on the balcony opposite his. Every evening, she appears-silent, steady, strangely comforting. Until she vanishes without a trace. No one else remembers her. The flat is empty. And the more Vikram searches for answers, the more reality begins to slip through the cracks. A haunting psychological thriller about perception, paranoia, and the secrets that hide in plain sight

(A time travel, reincarnation and mental illness Hamilton Fanfiction) Aaron was scared. Paranoid to be exact. He feared simple things and things that may not be explainable. He is tormenting my invisible enemies and told to do things that he just couldn't do. Why is Aaron like this you ask? He's a schizophrenic. He hears things that aren't there. He sees things that aren't true. But, the thing is... Aaron is a reincarnation...of a famous murderer. He was Aaron Burr. The voices told him who he was but he didn't listen to them for other voices talked over them. Matters get worse when he is shrouded with dark hallucinations and end up falling into the Hudson and drowned... But, he didn't exactly die. The reincarnation woke up to the sight of a white horse carrying a significant historical figure in the flesh... George Washington. Washington thought he had passed out from exhaustion and asked if he was well... Aaron was frightened, confused and had no memory of this life...

They called him a liar - but they didn't know what he'd seen. Trapped in a house with a body beside him and a killer closing in, survival seemed impossible. Now, with nowhere left to hide, the truth is about to come out... but will anyone believe him?