Nighthorror Stories

(I got inspiration from a reddit story I found on Tiktok, by Fire_is_beauty, redditor, not TikTok) This takes place in a realm of magic, where most mortals attempt to learn spells through books. To help enhance their powers, most mages use the power and connections to their familiars. Common familiars include animals and insects alike, where as sprites and fairies are rarer. The most elusive of them all are daemons, finicky and difficult to summon, let alone bind to. Only once in history has there ever been a god to ever grace the earth, once years and years ago. We follow the story of Night, a small-time apprentice mage who doesn't know the meaning of 'on time'

Part 1: The Light at 2:17 Everyone in Kalyanpur knew Room 17 was cursed. It lay at the far end of the Blue Orchid Lodge, its door untouched, its key hanging behind the reception desk like a warning. No one had stayed there for twenty years. Still, every night at exactly 2:17 a.m., the light inside the room turned on. Rohan Malik noticed it on his first night. He was a journalist, chasing forgotten stories, and the lodge felt like one of them. From his balcony, he saw a thin yellow glow slip out from beneath Room 17's door. The next morning, he asked the receptionist. "No one goes in there," she said quietly. "Since the fire." "What fire?" Rohan asked. "A guest died," she replied. "Locked from the inside. Burned completely. No explanation." That night, sleep refused to come. At 2:16 a.m., Rohan stood in the hallway, camera ready. The lodge was silent. Then-click. The light appeared. He walked closer. The door wasn't locked. Rohan pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was clean. No ashes. No damage. Just an old cracked mirror and a dusty desk. On the desk lay a guest register, open to a single page. A name was written there. ROHAN MALIK - ROOM 17 His breath caught. The door slowly creaked shut behind him...

this is my second book yay...... This is Blueberry's story. All he hopes for is someone to hear his story and share it with the world before he leaves. There will be 18+ but HOPEFULLY not as much as I will put in the other stories. (Update: CHECK OUT THE REMAKE PLZ!)

This is just what it seems like, a bunch of idea's I randomly come up with (and most likely wont make books), that you can adopt. To adopt a idea just message me saying what idea you want and wait for a response.

Closed. Rules are in the first chapter!

One scary night, two couples were roaming in a garden when they saw a witch sitting on a banyan tree.

Jessika ha paura di tutto ciò sostenetela per aiutarla

In the village she once called home, people know better than to ignore the sound of a drum after dark. After five years away, Noziphozamandla returns to the Eastern Cape hoping to bury the past. Instead, she finds a home that feels different, as though it has been waiting for her. Strange dreams become a nightly ritual, children sing where no children can be found, shadows linger a little too long, and something unseen follows her every step. As the line between the living and the spirit world begins to blur, Noziphozamandla discovers that her family's history is tied to ancient gifts, whispered warnings, and truths that were never meant to leave the riverbanks. The drums are calling her by name, and this time, they expect an answer.