Innerdemons Stories

အောက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ရှောင်းမော့ အထက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ချူကျင့်လန် Total - 137

After their mother dies from cancer and their father abandons them two sisters grace Campbell and hope Campbell get placed in foster care. And go through abusive homes and end up getting separated after an altercation In their foster home. Grace Campbell gets placed with the fosters but she will stop at nothing to find her sister hope Campbell and bring her home with her and somewhere safe. After a death bed promise from her mom that she would look after her sister and she won't break that promise. Will the fosters help them rediscover faith and miracles again ? Will this home become their forever home? Read to find out😉

I exist to obey. I live to serve. Every thought, every movement, every breath is for HIM to judge. Resistance is a memory. I will adapt... or I will break.

Step into Mia's unfiltered and profoundly personal world in this captivating collection of her innermost thoughts and emotions. Beginning on the day of her first therapy session, this diary chronicles the moments she deems most important to document, offering a raw and honest portrayal of her journey. As Mia navigates her struggles, triumphs, and relationships, readers are granted an intimate glimpse into her personal growth and self-discovery. Each diary entry becomes a crucial piece of the Mia Series, with the narrative evolving as the series progresses. The story will continue until the series concludes, providing a heartfelt and immersive experience. Format Note: This digital book mimics the style of a physical diary, with all text presented in italics. Certain words or phrases appear bolded or underlined to reflect the natural emphasis one might use when writing about deeply personal or significant topics. ____________________________________________ ⚠️ Warning: ⚠️ This book contains strong language, themes of lesbian identity, and mature sexual content. Be aware that homophobic comments will not be tolerated. Read at your own risk. It is intended for mature audiences, and readers are encouraged to approach it with an open mind and respect for its subject matter.

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...

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 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦." . . . . . He was barely twenty-one years old, too young to be called a man. While he was still learning to walk carefully around the shore, life in a flash pushed him into a raging ocean with no experience of survival and a newborn child in his weak, quivering arms. Inside it, at every inch -- demons, hundreds of demons cloaked in human flesh were silently waiting for him, their hands burning with an ache to be stained in blood. And the worst, cruelest truth was; they had been waiting for him but never for him. The child, the small life in his arms. Her breath. Her blood. That was all they wanted. He knew he was nothing, absolutely nothing before them -- just a simple boy with simpler intentions and the simplest way of seeing the world. He had every intention of walking away, of leaving her behind and forgetting she had ever existed. It was simple. It was the plan. Until she opened her eyes and lifted her wide, teary eyes to look at him and in those eyes of the newborn, lived an innocence so heavenly pure that for the first time, every sacrifice, even dying to protect her seemed worth it. After all, in the end, he had become her 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, her baba. He fought every single one of them, not as a warrior but as a young father. As he forgot everything; his fear, his pain, his life. The only thing that he could remember was her crying little face, buried in the crook of his neck. But for how long could he keep her and himself safe from them? He knew he needed someone strong. Not just strong. But Stronger. Stronger than them, than those men. Perhaps, a man. Or many. Or maybe, just maybe, a woman, only.

DUSK IN DAWN by D1_MUSE is a dark psychological poem about trauma, identity, despair, and the terrifying silence between hope and surrender. It is not a story of victory or defeat-it is the sound of a soul learning what it means to survive while standing face to face with its own reflection. "Perhaps the greatest demon isn't the one whispering behind you... but the one that learned to speak using your own voice."

worst years of my life, i lived in self-induced isolation. constantly locked in my room with all the lights off, i let myself be consumed by the darkness. and i loved it. i loved it so much i became at peace with my head, however my heart was left in a constant battle. so i decided to take a small piece of heart and share it with you. maybe. just maybe. my piece of heart can connect with yours. these are my post personal letters for myself and for all the people that killed and saved me. i'll forever hold everyone of you in a peace of heart. love, rrodrzt

What kind of nightmare lies between dream and reality? An inescapable place exists in the deepest depths of the mind where a clawed predator is on the prowl. Desperately running away or hiding is the prey's only hope for survival. And waking up is but a temporary relief as the sky must darken again. Pure mental torment. This is the gruesome fate of Dionte Harris on the first night of December. The new month brings a chilling ordeal that's impossible to forget, even long after the sun rises. When acts of betrayal can't be tried in a court of law, two victims sentence their enemies with their own punishment. These prisoners might not ever experience a peaceful sleep, and the wounded pair responsible can receive satisfaction in their suffering. Unless a beacon of light from above provides an exit, illuminating a path for the lost through the darkness. Cover credits: @miruvx Banner credits: @The_Pencraft Achievements~ 🏅 Featured in the Religion and Spirituality reading list by @SocialThemes 🏅Featured in Ambassador Picks by @Ambassadors 07/16/26 🥈 In the mystery/thriller category in The Gemstone Book Awards 2024 🥈 In the horror category for The Celestial Awards 🥇 In the horror/paranormal category in Our Wishing Sock Awards 🥇 In mystery/thriller category in The Opal Awards 2025 🥇 In the crime/horror category in The Nine Tailed Crown Awards 🥇 In Best Epilogue in The Nine Tailed Crown Awards 🏅 Final Round Winner in the Mystery Thriller category in the Grand Fiction Awards

A relentless rain mimics the storm within him. Years of trauma have fractured his mind, leaving a battleground of anxieties and a suffocating self-loathing. Sleep offers no solace, replaced by nightmares and a chilling entity born from his past. A desperate fight for sanity unfolds as he navigates a world that seems to mock his struggles. Will he succumb to the whispers of despair, or can he find the strength to break free? Dive into a haunting tale of a shattered soul, mental illness, and the indomitable spirit within.

it's a bunch of poetry I wrote related to my life... it'll include alot of sucidal wishes

--- You might have read stories where the reincarnated villain characters try to avoid ...or try to be nice to the original character in the novel just to avoid their death flags... But... What if I tell u that this female lead does not give a fuck bout' that? That, She openly challenges all the characters, not caring about the fact that she could die...Would you believe me? ~~~ Check this to find it out... #1 in badassbitch #1 in revengeplot #1 in opfemalelead #4 in innerdemon #5 in noble #2 in femalemaincharacter #32 in wicked #41 in reborn ~This story cover is not mine but the story is.~ Credits to the Artist..

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A world shattered, torn by a decades long war, the idea of normalcy a luxury. Follow Axius, a human with a broken past, embark on a journey of peril and danger, as he fights not just the monsters he see's, but also the one that hides deep within his psyche. Accompanied by Lyra, a hybrid warrior created to be humanities salvation, only to be turned into a target for elimination through prejudice and fear. *This story is intended to be adapted into a manga format at a later time *Trigger Warning: Family Trauma, Gore, Violence

{A collection of WhiteCrystalique's short dark and terrifying stories.} A labyrinth is defined as an intricate combination of paths or passages in which it is difficult to find one's way or reach the exit. As we dwell to dark and terrifying stories, new doors will open and new universe will be manifested upon entering that twisted door of uncertainty and paradox. "There I stood frozen, barely spoken, heart beating at the edge of my ears, as the clinging, clicking screams underneath crawled, digging down my skin. A thousand voices lured me into the deep, dark labyrinth, held me captive and astonished as we dive deeper into that path deeper than my thoughts can dwell, deep into the abyss too miserable and twisted beyond one can dare to tell." TWISTED LABYRINTH Written by WhiteCrystalique

alina starkov, the sun summoner is living with her tracker mal, on a farm like she always wanted to. but something is bothering her. it doesn't feel right. the past comes back to haunt her & reveals the dark truth she doesn't want anyone to know. she must learn to conquer her inner demons otherwise......

When Izuku falls victim to a vicious assault orchestrated by one of Bakugo's goons, his life is forever changed. Left hospitalized and with his lobotomy removed, Izuku's darkest hour becomes the catalyst for his transformation. As he lies in his hospital bed, his latent quirk stirs within him, awakening the spectral entity known as Fiddlesticks. With Fiddlesticks by his side, Izuku embraces his newfound quirk and embarks on a journey of self-discovery and heroism. Together, they navigate the murky waters of hero training, facing off against formidable foes and confronting the darkness within themselves.

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It is mainly inspired by Rosè's song "Toxic till the end" from her album "Rosie"... While it is has originated from the lyrics of her song the theme and the concept are entirely different... ********************* She sighed, " I said I never wanna see your face." "You meant you couldn't wait to see it again?" She shook her head," We were toxic till the end."