Illusion Stories

මේ ආත්මෙට විතරක් නෙමේ නුමා.. මන් ඔයාව .....මතු හැම ආත්මෙකම මගේ වෙන්න කියලා පතනවා ... - ඕෂි නේශනා ආර්ත්‍රවි මායාදුන්න..

She lived in a world of colors and contrasts, where her hands shaped what her heart longed for. Her eyes held arcana, traces of dreams she dared to create. A single masterpiece changed everything, an art too vivid - too real. But that creation comes with a price, and now, something stirs beyond the canvas. A figure from her art, feared yet unseen - stepped into existence. Something that should have remained a myth. She had no idea, even before the last stroke dried... She had gone too far. She's Mahdevi, the artist of fate. 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 #2 Written by: EmdzeysPb Fantasy/Romance (Taglish) Date started: April 4, 2025 Date completed:

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low and edged with suspicion. I gathered what little courage I had left and gulped the lump in my throat. "I-I got lost," I stammered, trying to sound calm, though my voice still wavered and betrayed me. He scrutinized me. "Lost? In a place like this?" he questioned. I could hear the disbelief in his tone. 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 She thought she was running from her life. She didn't know she was running straight into his. 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 "Where do you go when you're running from yourself?"

A collection of verses born from raw emotions, delightful feelings, and lingering thoughts. These are the words we whelmed from ourselves and from the world. An overwhelming pain we carry WITHIN us; unspoken words that create a boundary in silence, where distance leads to being misunderstood in a chaotic world, we never spoke out. In the end, it's just a word we never spoke clearly.

The voice of those who struggle to express themselves...

In the Cloud of Souls, an afterlife shaped by memory and emotion, Elara and her fractured family navigate a world where trauma becomes landscape and truth becomes survival. When Elara's mother fails to transition into the Cloud, Elara and Thane must save her by entering into the collapsing worlds of fragile minds where the dead relive their final moments in endless loops. Guided by an enigmatic Illusionist, they confront the night they died, the pirates who shattered their lives, and the wounds they never dared to face. But rescuing Elara's mother, trapped in a spiralling psychosis, demands more than courage. It requires descending into her broken world, battling manifestations of fear, and unravelling the truth of her final moments. As Elara's powers grow beyond control and her father confronts the guilt he's carried since death, the family must fight not only the echoes of their past but the illusions they've built to survive it. To bring Elara's mother home, they must survive their own memories and discover whether love can endure beyond the end of life itself.

"He fell from a burning plane into a world that eats the unprepared for breakfast. Whatever crawled out of the wreckage wasn't quite him anymore." "Seventy percent odds of death. A sister held hostage. And a power he doesn't understand-that even he is afraid to use." Vaniel was just a guy on a plane with his fifteen-year-old sister, headed home to a life of retirement, bad coffee, and bar fights. Then the sky ripped open. Purple fire unmade the engines. A storm of luminous something-not light, not smoke, not quite real-poured through the tear in reality. It burrowed into his chest while the world screamed around him. When he woke up after awakening, bandaged and barely breathing, something had changed. Not his face. Not his name. Something underneath. He sees things now. Threads in the air. Seams in the shape of the world. And when he concentrates-when he pushes past the splitting headache and the taste of copper-he can pull. Colors that don't exist. Shapes that shouldn't hold. Reflections that stare back when no one's there. The woman in white calls him a Seer. She says his power is weak. Belief-steering. Party tricks. But her eyes watch him like he's a bomb. They've given him a choice: become their suicide soldier, or watch his sister die. The odds are seventy percent against him. But the power was still inside him. Quiet. Waiting. And sometimes, when he dreams, a magician in a top hat smiles and whispers: "You were the one I was waiting for."

When my mother was alive, magic was the only string that kept her and I together. The silly card tricks, even pulling a rabbit out of the hat. It all connected me to her, pulling me into a seemingly better reality than where I was. But in the blink of an eye, she was gone. That string snapped. Magic was only real if you believed, and at that point, it was just a game to me. All it did was provide false hope. I forced myself to keep performing for her, deceive others into thinking that what they saw was real. Seeing magic fill others with joy made me question; why. Why would seeing something impossible make someone so happy? Because seeing is believing. And the closer you look, the less you'll see.

[WATTPAD NEW & HOT] #37 IN TEMPTATION ❝I-❞ Her sweet voice trembled with hesitation. ❝Don't say anything.❞ Regardless of her suspicions he hastily pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query. Content: Mature, Dark and Soft Themes Fallacy - A mistaken belief. #84 IN MYTH #28 IN ILLUSION #24 IN DILEMMA

Marriage of Illusion by Dulce M After a painful divorce leaves her with nothing but thirty dollars and a shattered heart, Isabella believes life has given up on her. Homeless, struggling with depression, and haunted by the betrayal of the man she once trusted, she sees no future ahead of her. Everything changes when she stumbles across a newspaper advertisement seeking a woman willing to become a stepmother to two young boys. Desperate for a fresh start, she agrees-never imagining that the mysterious widowed father is actually a prince living behind the gates of a grand estate. Within hours, she finds herself trapped in a marriage built not on love, but on necessity. To the world, they are the perfect family. But behind the palace walls, their marriage is only an illusion. As Dove forms an unexpected bond with the prince's sons, she slowly begins to heal from the wounds she thought would never fade. The laughter of one little boys, the kindness she never expected, and the possibility of being loved for who she truly is force her to confront a question she has been too afraid to ask: Can a heart broken by betrayal learn to trust again? In a world of secrets, duty, and appearances, Isabella must decide whether this marriage of convenience will remain a beautiful illusion... or become the home and family she has always longed for

The girl in the hallway looked like her cousin. The man at the door looked like her father. The voice on the phone sounded like her best friend. So why did Ava Carter feel like she was surrounded by strangers? When reality begins to crack and familiar faces start hiding unfamiliar truths, Ava is dragged into a nightmare where every answer leads to another lie. Now trapped in a world where everyone looks familiar, Ava has only one question: Who can she trust when even reality is lying?

A group of teens are trapped inside a shifting, reality-bending house that tests them with illusions, memories, and psychological trials. Separated from each other, they must figure out what's real and what's fake-and how to escape without losing themselves or each other.

What if reality isn't breaking... What if it's watching you? Ethan lost three hours. No memory. No explanation. Just a clock that refuses to move, and a world that feels slightly...off. At first, it's small things. People knowing what he hasn't said. Moments repeating. Rules no one admits exist. Then the patterns start. And once you see the pattern.... You can't unsee it. Something is controlling the narrative. Something is correcting mistakes. Something is watching. And Ethan? He may have just broken a rule. ⚠️ This is not just a story. Pay attention to the details. Because the deeper you go... the more it starts to feel real. New chapters every 1-2 days.

Brontwyn walks around the light grey house with her baby in arms. The baby coos and she rubs her nose on hers. She looks up feeling eyes bore into her head and sees her husband. He gives a look of concern. Why? .... Picture: Zach Lucero - Mother and Baby Font: Linden Hill

At seventeen emma moves to Seattle to study psychology at the University of Washington, joining a competitive college prep program that promises structure, focus, and a new beginning. She is assigned first year to Lander Hall, a modern dorm on campus filled with students. everything feels normal for her.But small details begin to shift. deaths are happening too often. the animals and bad weather keeps happening,a conversation or a word she is sure she has heard about happens more and more and then repeats again. Moments feel familiar before they happen, everything seems weird and unsettling.. Coincidences are easy to ignore at some point. Until they start forming a pattern. a specific only she can see,dream and hear,As she studies how the human mind sees reality, she begins to have nightmares about her being the one examined, she begins to question and hallucinate her own perception of it. That feels like randomness slowly starts to resemble something directed..Shes scared that Something might be trying to communicate with her, in a place this large, surrounded by thousands of students that dont know anything about it.. But one question remains: what is coming?

She had no reflection. He had every reason not to be believed. When Marsh arrives in the fog-bound valley town of Virenholm, he's carrying everything he couldn't leave behind - a difficult year, a history of not being believed, and a talent for noticing things he wishes he hadn't. His neighbour Annie is warm, perceptive, and exactly what he needs. She arrives at the right moments. She says the right things. She knows his history before he tells her. She has no mirrors in her flat. In the oval mirror in Marsh's bathroom, something is wrong. His reflection moves a half-second late. It raises the wrong hand. It mouths words he can't hear. And as the fog deepens and the canal holds still water, Marsh begins to understand that the most frightening thing in his flat is not the reflection - it's the person downstairs who is very carefully building the case that he's losing his mind. Drawing on Slavic Zerkalo mythology and South Asian Chaya tradition, The Hollow Twin is a folk horror novel about gaslighting, the self you can't perform away, and what it means to trust what you see - even when everyone tells you not to. For everyone who was told they were the crazy one.

Live your life like you are the main character of your own show. Draw in your viewers from the obscurities with your insecurities.

*DISCONTINUED* Sequel To Hurt... Anti and Y/n have been living well together, but her past haunts her. She can never forget what happened to her friends. She can never forgive herself. --------------------------------------- "Still having nightmares Y/n?" Anti asks, and all I do is nod. I see them, trapped in different places. Calling for help... By:Six made on Wattpad, if seen anywhere else it was stolen

It's a complicated love story.Loosely based on Atrangi re.