Inner-demons Stories

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. (PS: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 400 VIEWS! I'm so glad people enjoy this as I was hesitant to post it here at first! Thank you all!)

They created the monster. A boy grew up in a house filled with silence, pressure, and wounds that no one could see. Every word cut deeper than a knife. Every mistake became a scar. One night, something inside him broke. Blood stained the floor. The house went quiet. But death was not the end. He was born again. Different face. Different family. Same pain. Memories return in fragments - flashes of anger, screams, red-stained hands. He tries to change. He tries to be better. But history has a cruel habit of repeating itself. Because no matter how many lives he lives... The rage follows. The blood returns. And the loop begins again.

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

Luna's magic has a pulse of its own. A second heartbeat beneath her skin-restless, watchful, and growing stronger. Once a nameless orphan rescued from the ruins of the Witch Domain, Luna is raised as the heir to Moonhaven, a kingdom built on moonlight and fragile peace. Chosen to rule, she becomes both shield and symbol for a world still scarred by war. Her magic is powerful, immediate, and indispensable-but it is no longer entirely hers. As ley lines weaken and ancient forces stir, the darkness entwined with Luna's power begins to surface. It hums in her veins, bleeds into her spells, and tightens its grip with every life she saves. Each battle fought in defense of her people brings the shadow closer to the surface. When the darkness lives beneath your skin, how long can you command the light before it answers something else?

အောက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ရှောင်းမော့ အထက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ချူကျင့်လန် Total - 137

It is not about trauma or healing but the space in between. Thoughts that have been quiet for too long. If you ever felt unheard , unseen , misunderstood.. This is for you as much as it is for me <3

A world divided. A bitter love. A deadly competition. And no one knows who'll survive. In a world that's divided into four kingdoms, Drakenholt, Aloria, Caldraeth, and Zarynthia, you're defined by your magic. Melody LeClair is a Null-a person with no magic at all-and yet, she's a force to be reckoned with. Trapped in the brutal illegal arenas of the grimy and poor Zarynthia, she fights for money, desperate to care for herself and her younger brother, Ian. But when Melody defeats a legendary Drak with an illusion-creating ability, her life changes forever. Her victory catches the attention of the rich and powerful Drakenholt kingdom, and suddenly, Melody is thrust into a deadly competition known as The Culling. Chosen as one of the four representatives from Zarynthia, she must face off against powerful opponents from other kingdoms, all while navigating dangerous alliances. One of which is Thorne Craine, a prince from the Drakenholt kingdom and the exact symbol of everything Melody has been raised to despise, who sees Melody's fierceness as both a challenge and an opportunity. But as The Culling progresses, it becomes clear that only the strongest will survive. With lives at stake and betrayal lurking at every turn, Melody and Thorne must fight not just for victory, but for their very lives. Trust no one. Survive The Culling.

In this story there's going to be some lore from Mystreet and My inner demons,because I'll make this sorty a lot more fun to do also if anyone has any suggestions for chapter or even book ideas to please let me know and I'll post as much as I can as I have School.and stuff. And if you guys want stuff,for the next book(and this one!) I have in mind pls,do tell me,as it'll help this book be the BEST it can be 🤗 (Even tho this story is Ein&Pierce, I'll put a little bit of Noi into the mix,just as a buddy that does that kind of thing. of them since I think it's a cute ship) Warnings ⚠️ Kissing/ making out Blood Injury detail Suicide mentions Self harm Smut(up to the readers) Occasionally Cursing All credits to Aphmau/Jess (whatever works)For all of the characters,I might make some more characters from my own ideas of an AU to make the story more interesting,but I'm taking ideas from you readers! And credit to Axolotl on YouTube for the cover!If you don't want me to use it pls tell me, and I'll use something else 🤗 Please, no hate comments. This took me a lot of time and thought

She was taught to be small. To be quiet. To hate her own reflection. Amara is a plus-size college girl drowning in shame, bullying, and invisible wounds. Every day is a battle just to exist without apologizing. Ethan never meant to get involved - but when the world keeps pushing her down, he becomes the one person who refuses to let her fall alone. This is a dark, emotional, slow-burn romance about pain, protection, and the terrifying act of being seen. If you've ever hated your body, felt unwanted, or struggled just to survive - this story is for you.

In Brussels, three students summon Satan to become rich, loved, and respected. Bad news: he answers. Very bad news: he sends a touchy demon and a hellfire that doesn't burn walls... but egos. In an ordinary apartment tower, Guillaume a trainee firefighter nicknamed "Little Matchbox" tries to contain the blaze while his lieutenant calmly finishes his fast food. The building's caretaker guards his tower like a sacred relic, a brilliant lawyer refuses to be "ordinary," and a fallen Belzebuth discovers that even his own fire no longer obeys him. The result: flaming shoes, collective hallucinations, existential breakdowns, and a demon losing his horns in public. To survive, they'll have to stop trying to shine... and learn to stand together. Because this kind of fire can't be put out with an extinguisher. It's extinguished with humility.

Mind is flexible, for it can either strangle or inspire. It is an iceberg. And only questions can reach its bottom, lighting the darkest spots. However, these question marks are deemed to be rhetorical. Like the Penrose stairs, they form an infinite loop, descending or ascending inside the iceberg, being trapped and bewildered.

The night they broke her, they laughed-because they thought she would never rise again. They were wrong. Pain didn't destroy her; it educated her. Every insult sharpened her mind. Every betrayal hardened her heart. She learned that survival isn't about staying kind-it's about staying alive. She once believed silence was strength. Now she knows silence is only dangerous when it ends. This is not the story of a girl waiting to be saved. This is the story of a woman who learned how to ruin the lives of those who ruined hers. 😈🖤 And this time, she is not asking for mercy.

Denis is your typical boring office worker. He is a mild mannered, non-confrontational, totally laid back guy with a smile. On the outside at least. Inside though, Denis is constantly fighting with his other self, his voice, his demon... Damon. That guy is a mouthy pervert and drives Denis to distraction some days. Then there is work itself driving Denis to distraction too. Being bounced from contract to contract, he struggles to keep the motivation to keep going. But it is there that he meets Richie, the kid with smarts and attitude that he truly does admire. Even when things are at there worst, having a friend really helps. Sometimes our friends can help us see what we can't. They can warn us that something isn't right. They can see when we are losing ourselves. Denis has been alone for so long, he doesn't even realise he is missing time... But who is taking it?

Just a collection of different poems. Some short others long. When you have a dream, you've got to grab it and never let go. You define your own life. Don't let other people write your script.

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.

"Are you going to leave me, brother?" i asked in my childlike voice. "Let go of my arm, kayda. I need to go." he replied, not even looking at me. His face remained blank. "No, no, no! You can't go now! Daddy needs your help! Mommy's too sick to help and i can't do anything!" by now, tears were freely flowing down my face. "I won't say it again. Let go. Now. I'm leaving." again, he didn't even turn to me. "B-but... you can't! You just CAN'T!" as soon as i yelled that, he stood up from the snow covered bench and slapped me, his pointed gloves scratching my face, making me bleed. Instinctively, i let go of him to put my hands on my cheek. He stared at my with his dark green eyes that were once full of hope and turned, not looking back. i have no idea what i'm doing. this is for wattys2018 btw

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. She is 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 with self-destruction. By the time her mother, the reason Trilby is with her father's other family, notices or her father finally looks closer, the signs are no longer warnings but wreckage. Trilby is broken beyond repair and a long lost course. Yet somewhere in the quiet aftermath of her destruction, the world seems to hold its breath, waiting. Trilby's life, once a predictable arc of reckless choices and fleeting pleasures, is 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 feels the first strange tug of a new path opening, one that might lead to more ruin or revelation...

Third poetry collection. Read this if your questioning, angry, sad, man, happy, even filled with joy. Read this if your just human and, your experiencing emotions. Let me know what you think.

it's been eight years since the timeline was reset. the group have all but lost their memory of timeline zero, yet the ghosts of their past haven't. now with old friends torn apart, family separated, the elder of the universe must train their fusion kids to help.

In a desolate, post-apocalyptic world, Eddie Brock and his symbiote Venom stand as the last line of defense against the remnants of a sinister force known as the Dominion. Haunted by inner battles and pursued by enemies who refuse to die, Eddie joins forces with Rae, a fierce survivor with secrets of her own. Together, they lead a community of survivors, pushing back against the darkness that seeks to consume them. But as the shadows close in, Eddie must embrace his own monstrous side to protect what remains of humanity-and discover if there's still room for hope in a world teetering on the edge of oblivion.