Inner-demons Stories

A young man's life takes a dark turn after a tragic accident leaves him with a rare and unsettling physical condition. Plagued by social anxiety, he retreats from society, hiding himself away to avoid the stares and whispers he fears his condition might attract. His world is small, confined, and lonely, drained of colour and hope. But everything shifts when a new neighbour moves in - someone whose presence may offer a chance for change. Could this unexpected connection bring light back into his life, or will his unique affliction forever bind him to a world of solitude? Updates will be on Mondays and Fridays. Narrations will be in Tamil + English. -Mahish

Kaira has always been strong - or at least that's the lie she learned to live with. Because strength means nothing when the enemy you fear... lives inside your own mind. Her past doesn't visit her in memories. It attacks her in dreams, in the silence between breaths, and in the voices that don't always feel like her own. Some days she wakes as herself. Some days... she doesn't. There is a child inside her who cries to be held. A protector who whispers warnings in the dark. And a darker presence - the one with trembling hands, the one who remembers the night Kaira swears never happened. Everyone tells her to "face her fears." But how do you confront a truth buried in the versions of you that rise when you're too weak to fight? Kaira has spent years running, healing, breaking, trying again. But wounds don't close just because she's exhausted. Some pains don't fade - they wait. And when the memories finally claw their way back, Kaira must decide whether to survive them... or take revenge on the past that stole her life. This is the story of a girl at war with her own mind - and the selves who might save her... or destroy her.

Fire. That's what I think I remember of my home- but even that flickers when I reach for it. Was it really the blaze that stole everything, or is it the magic twisting my memories into smoke and embers? I try to recall the warmth, the laughter that must have once filled our tiny village, Mara's gentle hands guiding mine as if I were her own. But those pieces slip away, replaced by fire that feels too vivid to be real and too distant to trust. From those ashes, I rose... or at least, that's the story everyone believes. No longer the trembling girl who lost her world, but the Princess of Moonhaven, chosen by a queen who saw strength in me before I ever felt it in myself. They say I was destined for peace- for light, for hope, for a future brighter than the ruins I came from. But peace is a delicate thing. Magic even more so. And the same darkness that destroyed my village- the one I think I remember- is stirring again. This time, inside me. If I can't control it, Moonhaven may burn just as my past did. If it even burned at all. Because the more the darkness rises, the more I wonder: Did I survive the flames? Or was I shaped by the magic that's trying to consume me? And if everything I remember is wrong... how do I find the strength to rise from ashes that may never have existed?

At twenty-one, Noor lives with insomnia, nightmares, and a past he refuses to face. When strange events force him to confront memories he buried long ago, Noor finds himself trapped between ordinary life and something far darker. This is not a story about being overpowered. It's about being human - breaking, surviving, and choosing to stand anyway. ⚠️ Content Warning: Violence, trauma, psychological themes. Updates regularly.

This story won't be fully in English, as many scenes are already written in Spanish, and eventually, the polished final version will be entirely in Spanish. However, the concepts, scenes, and chapters have grown enough to finally claim their own space. It may not become the full book it truly deserves-I'm not sure if I'm the writer capable of tackling such a massive story-but at least I'll share the pieces of it that have already come to life. Also, there are many placeholders for Unnamed characters (Blueboy, GoofyMonk, etc.) Just to clarify, no, of course those are not actual names. Also, english is not my main language so expect critical mistakes or vocabulary crimes. And PLEASE, let me know. Esto no es un libro, sino los conceptos (algunos en inglés otros en español y, eventualmente, todas las versiones finales estarán en español) que quiero empezar a compartir tanto para ver comentarios como porque, siendo honestos, no sé si algún día me anime a escribir la novela: no sé que clase de autor o escritor soy o qué nivel, pero sé que clase de historia es y, al menos hoy, no doy el ancho. BlueBoy, Goofymonk, no son nombres, sino motes para personajes que aún no me han revelado su nombre.

"When seventeen-year-old Lyra Thorne discovers a strange machine buried beneath her home, she doesn't just travel through time-she confronts it. Thrown into a horrifying future where she's the architect of chaos, Lyra must journey into her own past, battle the monster she once was, and rewrite the course of fate. But time doesn't like to be changed... and neither does the version of herself she's trying to stop."

When love comes, no matter the age, cherish it. True love has no agely time limit.

One man. Twenty-four shards. A world that deserves to burn. Zacheria is the realm's greatest protector, but he is also its most dangerous secret. Bound by a childhood of trauma and a legacy of blood, he must now face the return of Araknos, the God of Darkness. To save the world, Zacheria must become the champion of the Ethereals. But the more power he takes, the less "human" he remains. In the city of Ironwood, the line between hero and monster isn't just thin-it's dripping with fresh blood.

They broke her quietly. So quietly that no one noticed. She was the girl everyone ignored... until the past refused to stay buried. Bullied. Betrayed. Silenced. She learned early that trust comes with a price and secrets always demand payment. When memories resurface and familiar faces begin to feel like strangers, she realizes one terrifying truth: the people who hurt her are closer than she thinks. This is not a love story. This is not a sad story. This is a story about survival, hidden truths, and a mystery that will change everything. Some scars fade. Some scars come back for revenge. 👉 Read if you love: dark mystery • slow-burn tension • emotional trauma • unexpected twists

This is an EPIC: The Musical fanfiction! Here is the blurb: The king of Ithaca has finally returned home after his twenty-year long journey, ready to rebuild his life with the family he nearly lost. But home is not the end of the story - it's the beginning of a new kind of challenge. As Odysseus struggles to relearn peace, reconnect with Penelope, figure out how to be a father to a son who grew up without him, and battle against his own inner turmoil and trauma from his journey, the halls of Ithaca become their own unpredictable battlefield. "Ithacantics" follows the chaos, comedy, and heartache of a hero trying to navigate domestic life, divine interference, overcoming trauma, and the strange art of being human after becoming a legend, while also diving into backstories of well known and loved characters and the life of pre-Odyssey Odysseus. So, come along, old friend. I'm sure you know how this story goes - just not this part.

what is a man to do when his secret haven is ravaged by a true force of nature?. Based on the tribe form of poetry

What if the daemos came up with another way to gain magic again, to form an alliance with their enemy's, by the prince to marry the princess, but she is teleported to earth and they must find her

"Will she be a demon for him.... Or will he fight fate to become a man for her?" 👹Cursed by the Sword. 💔 Bound by fate. 🔥 Connected by a Soul. After watching kpop demon hunters. I couldn't let the story end there. This fanfiction is my emotional, supernatural, slow burn tribute to Jinu and Rumi - a love story haunted by curses, lust and, impossible choices. If you're into #forbiddenlove #idolau angst, and that sweet torment of #rujinu feels.... This story is for you I am currently 16 and new to Wattpad - writing this for myself. But if it finds you. Thank you🫶💕

There's something notorious about this feeling. Something sensational. And I hate it. It hangs thick in the air, its musk clinging to my skin when I leave this room. And I'll never admit it to him, but I wouldn't leave if I couldn't take part of it with me. I'd rather wait. I'd rather have my patience run thin. Just confess. You greedy bastard.

Maite and Haserrea only planned to go and visit Ava to say hello. But when they found a bunch of hot demons inside, things start to change. Based on Aphmau's "My Inner Demons" series. All characters except Maite & Haserrea belong to Aphmau Most impressive rankings: #2 in #Aphmau (8/16/19) #1 in #MinecraftDiaries (8/3/19) #1 in #MID (8/16/19)

"Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it is the place where we find our greatest heartache." - Iyanla Vanzant For years, Devonn had suffered at the hands of his so-called "family." But what happens when you push someone far enough to the edge?

In the rain-washed streets of Dehradun, little Kalianna Sharma and Shashwat Oberoi built a world of their own - filled with dosa lunches, giggles, and endless games at a humble restaurant. But life isn't kind to tender hearts. A sudden move to Delhi tears them apart without warning, leaving a boy with unanswered questions and a girl with a memory she can't let go. Years later, Kalianna is no longer that carefree child. Behind her quiet eyes lies a storm she never chose. A mother tangled in secrets and betrayals, a home filled with fights and silence, and a night where a young girl had to fight to save a life when no one else would. But who saved Kalianna? As Delhi's cold nights grow darker and her heart heavier, the one name she dares not whisper might be the one she needs the most. Will fate reunite two lost souls? Or will Kalianna's past swallow her before she can find her way back? A haunting tale of innocence lost, bonds unbroken, and a destiny written in pain and love. Read 'Mann Mera' to uncover the tragedy, the bond, and the hope that refuses to die. ---

Hey guys I have a poetry book that actually isn't a joke

A tale of love A mother who loved with her whole heart A daughter who worshiped her . Someone was murdered. And someone went manic. Maybe with grief, Maybe with revenge- Or maybe It was grief that led to a story of revenge the world remembered... And feared

Trilby didn't lose herself all at once. No. The wheels began turning slowly but surely, when she met with the father she'd last seen as a mere toddler and the family he chose over her. They are nothing like her, and they make sure she knows it. From the moment Trilby steps into their perfect home, all dripping wet while dragging her drenched and heavily packed suitcases on their grey Persian carpet, she is not so subtly glared at and condemned. Her fate, sealed. In a mansion built on appearances and silence, she quickly becomes the cold reminder of what her father, their dad, once did. Every look strips her down, every dinner turns into a quiet execution and it's not long before every argument is about her. Surrounded by cold smiles, unspoken resentments, a family that wants absolutely nothing to do with her and nowhere to go after her mother blatantly forsook her for her new husband and her two step children, Trilby mistakes survival and self-destruction. By the time her mother, the reason Trilby is with her father's other family, notices or her father finally looks closely, the signs are no longer warnings but wreckage. Trilby is broken beyond repair and long lost course. Yet somewhere in the quiet aftermath of her destruction, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting. Trilby's life, once a predictable arc of reckless choices and fleeting pleasures, now teetered on an edge she hadn't realized existed. A pivot she didn't see coming, a whisper of something, or better yet a certain someone, who'd always been there, but she'd been too blind to note. But now, faced by her new cold reality of raw pain and emptiness, his presence seemed to pulse with unspoken significance. As though he had been waiting for this exact moment, waiting for her to stumble, to break, to see. And in that realization, chilling yet oddly comforting, Trilby felt the first strange tug of a new path opening, one that might lead to more ruin or revelation...