Historias de Oldcentury

''ATTENTION! Sultan Bayezid The Great'' The wooden door inlaid with gold and gems is opened and The Greatest Emperor step his foot on the ceramic floor. Everyone bents for the greatest Sultan. The story takes you to The Old Islamic Ottoman Empire. With Revenge that leads the events...

Irabelle Larksson, seorang gadis berusia 15 tahun yang tinggal di sebuah panti asuhan bernama Bright House. Kehidupannya di sana sangatlah nyaman dan bahagia. Namun, suatu rahasia kelam yang terungkap dari suatu pembicaraan malam itu, membuat semua nya berubah. Tak ada lagi Bright House yang menyenangkan bagi anak-anak.

Isang kakaibang mukha... na siyang pagaagawan... Sa lugar nang puno ng mga maharlika at mapanghusga. Kakayanin niya kaya mabuhay sa mundong iyon?

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

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LITTLE DOVE Hidden away all her life, Lysandra Aldridge is finally summoned to a gathering she never wanted to attend. Among the nobility stands Commander Vanté Blackthorne, a man of war, scars, and quiet cruelty. When their paths collide, she realizes this night is more than a test. It's the beginning of something far more dangerous. All Right Reserved Copyright © 2025 Miss Arceline

Alpha x Alpha This story is 100% imaginary.

'Ah, this sound.' The same sound of the clacking chains is what she could hear after reaching the doors. {"Oh? A living human?"} An orb of light came down and appeared before the lady's gaze which slowly turned into a transparent human statuette. "A trapped soul." Iliana then reached her hand out and waved it a little. The chains had broken off and the ghost figure altered into much of a human figure. The ghost's stupefied articulation looks at the lady with long ebony, yet messed up braided hair, swaying with the breeze, and her pair of ruby eyes met his. {"Who are you?"} "I'm Iliana." The expressionless countenance replied with a pair of ruby eyes blinking before the ghost.