Malevolent Stories

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Parker was enjoying his second glass of whiskey for the night, but it turned sour before it had a chance to settle in his stomach when in walked his and Arthur's current person of interest with an unconscious Arthur being dragged behind him. posted originally on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58443430/chapters/148870198?style=creator

In a world of dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins and dragons, one force reigns over all: The Malevolence. With his power once again growing, a brave band of men, elves and other mythical creatures set out to destroy him and his sword, from which his dark power flows. Come with me and follow their adventures... This story is inspired by my love of Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

" she said to me ; forget what you thought 'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught ," ~ five seconds of summer This is a log book of all my original characters for all the roleplays I have joined and etcetera. You may roleplay with my characters inside if you wish but you will need to help provide a starter. T a j

A tale of courage and sacrifice that would have told for generations to come. For as long as there was darkness in the world, there would always be light to guide the way, a shadow to stand against the night, and a hero to protect the innocent.

Archaeologists uncover a twisted skeleton beneath unnatural stones, only for the bones to move on their own and the team to vanish, leaving behind signs that something below the earth has awakened.

"we are literally stuck in an abandoned school building with a fucking murderer, and you expect me not to panic?" nct dream, go era angst, mature language, lowercase

Archaeologists uncover a sealed tomb where a body wrapped in still-green leaves begins to stir. As the chamber fills with a chilling mist and the artifacts shift on their own, one explorer is found dead-her veins glowing green, pulsing with whatever ancient life had awakened beneath the earth.

When archaeologists uncover a mass grave in the ruins of a forgotten village, they awaken an ancient, buried horror marked by ritual and violence. As the bones whisper and the forest burns, something long-dead rises to finish what it started.

A ritual is performed in an abandoned mine. Afterwards, things take a terrifying turn...

A buried Viking warrior is unearthed during heavy rains, but by morning his armor is gone, bootprints lead to the shore, and a ghostly longship drifts silently through the mist.

They say it takes a lunatic to know one, but what happens here is more than just demented. Is that why you've come to a place like this - to join the residence of darkness itself? Become prey to what lies before you. Follow your instincts and lurch deeper into the pits of madness. (Currently being edited)

A decaying house hides restless entities beneath its floorboards, their scratching and dragging growing louder each night until the boards finally split open, unleashing something that leaves only empty dust and vanished footprints behind.

Hell... Dream.. Hallucination. Imara tried to come to come up with infinite explanations but none sufficed. The scars she got from pinching herself, to wake herself up, from that horrific surrounding were unsettling. She is stuck on the mouth of a forked path where she has to choose between either good or bad. Or will she pave way for another choice? Will Imara succeed in making a safe curse?

In a fog-shrouded field, a skull with a perfect circular cut in its crown begins to open, revealing something alive within.

What life was like for Mal during her childhood

A road construction site in Poland uncovers decapitated skeletons with their skulls placed between their knees or hands-an ancient method used to keep supposed vampires from rising. As archaeologists investigate, the graves begin to shift, stones crack, and the soil exhales cold mist, until the bodies vanish entirely, leaving only dragging footprints leading away from the open earth.

In the enveloping embrace of the moonlit night, an eerie tableau unfolds - a story woven from the fabric of shadows and mysteries, known as "The Haunting Shadows: A Tale of Midnight Dread." It is a narrative that beckons you to journey into the heart of the unknown, where the boundaries between reality and the supernatural blur into obscurity. At the center of this enigmatic tale lies an abandoned mansion, its once-grand walls standing as a solemn testament to a history steeped in darkness. Nestled deep within the heart of an ancient forest, the mansion's very presence seems to exude an aura of foreboding, casting a web of unsettling shadows that dance in the moon's ethereal glow. Whispers of horror and mystery have long clung to this imposing structure, woven into its timeworn stones like threads of a ghostly tapestry. The tales whispered by locals speak of a history steeped in malevolence and enigma, drawing curious souls to the threshold of its haunted corridors.

Far away in a kingdom, a battle that had been going on for many generations had finally been won against an ancient evil. The darkness in the kingdom had been banished into the depths of a forest, never to be released again. Eighteen years later, a family feud ignites events that will set in motion the rise of the darkness and immortals to bring about the downfall of the kingdom. This story was written fourteen years ago by a young boy and remained locked away. Stumbling upon this story, I felt that it would be a wonderful opportunity to share it as it is, unedited, to conserve the imagination and ideas of a young boy bringing life to a faraway time. The format and language come second to the storytelling inspired by countless myths and legends.