Haunting Stories

"Afraid of me? Why are you so afraid, princess?" He placed his hand on the wall next to her head, effectively trapping her between his body and the cold stone. "I'm not afraid of you," she lied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I'm not afraid of anything." He chuckled darkly. "You should be." His lips barely brushed against hers in a tantalizingly soft touch. She was frozen in the spot, her mind a chaos of escape thoughts, but her body refusing to carry her away. It was like he took advantage of her daze, closing the remaining gap and crushing his lips against hers. _________________ In a corrupted world full of superficial and greedy people, in a world driven by lust and desire, Regan's thoughts and actions are alien to most. She feels like an outsider amidst a blur of faces that mirror the very disdain she holds for society. But she's not naive. And what will happen when she's thrust into the heart of the very system she despises, into the claws of a terrifying, demonic beast who happens to not want just her body, but her soul?

The manor had been standing for centuries, indifferent to the lives it fostered and fractured. On the night of the ball beneath the glimmering lights, two paths fatally collide illustrating that tragedy does not always commence with violence. Read the prologue for more information. #1 in manor 02/25/26 #1 in flyaway 02/26/26 (I drafted this but decided to re-upload it)

Her return was supposed to be simple. Go inside, clear the house then file the rapport. Happy ending, she gets her career back. Except she gets greeted differently. And the longer she stays the harder it becomes to tell whether she is investigating the house or someone is investigating her. Based on prompt 82 "You are in love with someone living and someone long dead. Neither one is willing to let you go."

"The devil couldn't reach me," I said. But he was already wearing the face of someone I once called love. They say the devil lives in temptation, but I found him living in memory. In the voice that told me to stay when I should have run. He wasn't a monster with horns or fire. He was quiet, mysterious, gentle-and he mirrored every fear and wound I carried inside.

Lucas remembers everything. Every moment. Every promise. The Note. And the brutal reason why he can never speak of it again. After the accident, he chose silence over confession, carrying the weight of a love he can't afford to rekindle. Protecting Chloe has always come first - even if it means standing right beside her, unseen by the version of her that no longer remembers what they were. Chloe can't remember him. Not his name. Not their story. Not the way he used to look at her like she was everything. But something in his presence feels familiar. Safe. Warm. And as they find themselves drawn together once more, she begins to fall for him all over again - without realising it's the second time her heart has chosen him. In a world where the past hides behind silence and the future is too fragile to trust... Can love still find its way back? "You forgot me once. I just hope... You never remember how much it broke me."

Du bist mein Geheimnis. Mein einzigstes & größtes. Handsome & Haunting. - Alexis hat keine Ahnung wie man trauert. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt wo ihre beste Freundin stirbt und sie von Logan's Haus abhauen muss. Etwas was nicht ihre Schuld ist, doch ihr für immer angehangen wird. Sie und ihr großer Bruder, Sam, wuchsen ohne Eltern auf. Somit waren sie Waisenkinder. Und obwohl Sam für immer auf sie sauer sein wird, liebt er seine Schwester trotzdem und lässt sie sogar bei sich wohnen. Zwischen Geheimnissen, Joints und nicht wissen was Liebe ist, findet sie jemand ganz besonderen am Strand sitzen. Ihr Geheimnis.

In the mist-covered hills of Devagiri, some secrets refuse to stay buried. Priya has spent her life running from something she cannot explain-an ancient hunger that wakes in her dreams. When she arrives in a quiet hill town surrounded by forests, caves, and whispered legends, the past begins to stir. The hills remember. And something in the darkness has been waiting for her return.

She never left-and now, the girl in her mind belongs entirely to the woman in red.

They say spring is a season of rebirth. They never say what it might awaken. A princess rises in darkness. Can she save her throne - or was it never truly hers? A knight swears to kill. Can duty survive when truth is not as it seems? A thief steals from kings. Is freedom worth the price of chaos? A scholar hunts forbidden power. Or will the secrets she chases find her first? In a realm born from longing, nothing blooms without consequence. And some blooms are not meant to survive the season.

She was meant to say I do. Instead, she showed up at the police station - drenched in rain, her red bridal dress torn and streaked with mud. "I don't love him," she whispered. "And if I marry him... I'll die." Detective Reid Lawson thought he'd seen everything - until that night. But hours after she walked into his station, the bride vanished. Three days later, her body was found. Every fingerprint. Every trace of evidence. Every clue... leads back to him. As the case spirals out of control, Reid begins to hear her voice - soft, familiar, haunting. Now he doesn't know what's real anymore. Is he going mad? Is his mind turning against him - or has someone set him up for her murder? He has to find the truth before the whispers become screams... and before he ends up behind bars for a crime he doesn't remember committing.

The door was open. That was the first thing Seonghwa noticed. Not broken. Not forced. Not locked. Open. For the first time, he could leave. For the first time, he could be free. And for the first time... he didn't. Hongjoong was a monster to the world cold, controlled, and untouchable. But monsters don't fall in love. And they don't break when the person they love walks away. What begins as captivity slowly becomes something far more dangerous: trust. What begins as control slowly becomes dependence. And somewhere between fear and comfort, between manipulation and care, one question remains If you stay when you can leave... was it ever a cage at all? - A dark psychological BL exploring obsession, power, emotional dependence, and the fragile line between captivity and choice. Reader discretion advised.

Dear Readers and Friends, this is a short story Ion entered the forest believing he was the hunter. With bow in hand and the quiet patience of a practiced archer, he follows the fresh tracks of a deer through the silent woods. The trail is clear, the air still, and the prey close. But the forest feels wrong. The animals do not flee. The earth remembers the deer's footsteps - but not his. And with every step Ion takes, a shadow moves with him. Something in the woods is watching the hunt unfold with quiet certainty. Because Ion is not the only one following the trail. And some paths were never meant to lead back out of the forest.

Hollowmere was supposed to be behind her. A place to forget. A place to heal. But the moment Adira steps back into town... the town wakes up. The fog watches. The lake listens. The forest whispers her name like it never stopped. Something in Hollowmere has been waiting for her return - patient, quiet, and far from harmless. And the deeper Adira goes, the more she realizes: these woods don't want her to remember. They want her to feel. Feel the pull. Feel the fear. Feel the truth she was never meant to survive. Not all secrets stay buried. Not all love stays gentle. And Hollowmere... never lets go of what it claims. If you love stories that wrap around your chest, pull you into the darkness, and refuse to let you look away - this one is waiting for you.

Celia Jones can talk to the dead, but getting on with them is a different story. She always has at least three spirits following her around, complaining about their relatives, or the inadequacy of their funeral arrangements. The latest is a murdered actress, Maude Domby, but she's less interested in denouncing her killer than in accusing the understudy of stealing her favourite pearls. When the charming but utterly fraudulent medium Stanley Winter holds a séance to contact Maude, Maude insists she and Celia should attend, to see people mourning her 'properly'. But the séance ends up implicating an innocent woman, and now Stanley Winter is banging on Celia's door, begging her to help him find Maude's real killer. Unfortunately, helping Stanley Winter could lead Celia to confront her other power - the one that's both lighter and infinitely darker than talking to the dead. ONC Prompt: 72. A real necromancer sits in on a fake séance.

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

In a village where the river remembers names and the soil listens, silence is never empty. Noziphozamandla (Gift of Power) returns home carrying a grief she does not yet understand-unaware that death has already crossed her path, that her bloodline hums with secrets older than language. At night, the drum begins to speak. Soft at first. Patient. Calling not to her ears, but to her spirit. Children chant where no children should be. Shadows move without bodies. And something small watches from the dark, waiting to be acknowledged. Rooted in South African ancestral lore and whispered truths of witchcraft, When the Drum Speaks is a slow-burning, unsettling journey into the unseen, where amadlozi (ancestors) walk beside the living, gifts are inherited in silence, and ignorance is the most dangerous curse of all. Some stories are read. Others are answered.

Death in the Downside is a museum of forever. Avery discovers that it's a lavish place and learns to lounge inside it, until a heartbeat breaks the silence. It pulses with a melody she once loved, leading her toward a forbidden stairwell and the impossible feeling that someone is waiting for her. She learns that: not all of the dead stay buried and not all of the living let go. Main Prompt: #17. You fall in love with someone whose heartbeat matches a song you haven't heard since childhood. Second Prompt: #82. You are in love with someone living and someone long dead. Neither one is willing to let you go. Open Novella Contest 2026 #ONC2026 ⚠️TW: Themes of death, grief, loss

Lost Sky is a YA fantasy about a boy who wakes to a world where the sun has stopped rising. Shadows hunt him, and light is his only refuge. And every flicker of that light pulls him farther from the home he aches to return to. This is a story carved from emotion. Grief and hope, fear and courage, the fragile spark that keeps us moving even when the world goes dark. Sky's journey is tense and eerie, wrapped in a haunting atmosphere that lingers. But it's also warm. Full of laughter, friendship, and the fierce loyalty of Wolf, the dog who refuses to leave his side. Together, they chase a destiny neither of them asked for, discovering strength in the places they least expect. Lost Sky is the kind of book that settles into your bones. It stays with you long after the final page, a reminder that even in the darkest world, light still chooses us. #yafantasy #HopefulFantasy #bookswithheart #quiethope

In 16th century France, a darkness older than the Church answers when called. It does not seek salvation. An innocent girl is saved from execution, only to fall into the hands of the very horror that plagues her town. But monsters are not always born. Sometimes, they are made. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If you read this story and like and comment and I become famous one day, I'll buy u lunch🫶 Will be updating with 1-2 chapters weekly. I have the first few chapters already written, but I kinda wanna establish a schedule, but if you want all that i have right now, i can make that happen too! You can take advantage of my people pleaser tendencies!! Hopefully, this pops off and I'm not here just talking to myself. xoxo

The sea gives him back - but not whole. Cassian wakes on the shore stripped of memory, with no past and no understanding of how he came to be there. He is taken in by Aurora, a woman whose presence feels painfully familiar-like a warmth remembered from somewhere just beyond reach. Yet the ocean won't leave him alone. It calls to him, insistent, knowing.
 The town whispers about him, as if he's someone who doesn't belong. As unease grows and questions surface, Cassian begins to wonder if the problem isn't the place at all - but himself. Saltwater Skin is a slow-burn tale of love, loss, and what hides beneath the surface. Updates every Friday evening (20:00 / 8 PM CET).