Psychologica Stories

A shadow of impersonation brought calamity, a monster whose smile was ruin, stealing the Lifespans of humankind and plunging countless souls into terror. Year One: a young man shattered the Serpent of Death's peril, saving friends, school, and washing away injustice. Year Two: he freed the wrongfully imprisoned, tearing open shadowed dungeons. But the Wheel of Mystery spun on. A name surfaced: Tristan. The Origin? Lost within fate's labyrinth, unable to find the way home. Then He returned-not to conquer, but to protect Hogwarts, a fortress for wizard friends. Beneath the Sorting Hat, a power awoke to shatter the very monsters born there. Corridors flared; the eternal night dissolved. The Great Hall bells pealed-a hymn of victory or a funeral dirge? Yet evil persisted. The Sword of the Future pressed close. The Wheel of Fate shifted, fusing iron and steel for a new destiny. Would Tristan, the lost one, behold the splendor or be the sacrificial offering? Amid the ruins, beneath the frigid gaze of extinguished worlds, I stepped through the Door of the Void. Only Will endured, stitching torn memory. In the vast silence, between dream and waking, I was reborn. Not as the one who fell, but as a new existence, tempered from a flickering ember of Destiny. Sybill Patricia Trelawney Written in trance, beneath the Astronomical Tower June 4th, 2025

Four friends were brought together by university classrooms, but fate led them down different paths. This novel is not merely a story of friendship, but a deep exploration of the cost of truth, and how a single choice can overturn the life we live.

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Amara Xavier's world is shaped by love and loss. Raised by her devoted father Matias after her mother's untimely death, Amara grows up believing she is the center of his heart. That fragile certainty begins to crumble when Matias brings home Zaya, a gentle woman with a daughter named Zara. At first, Amara welcomes Zara as the sister she never had, hopeful for a new family. But as Zara's presence grows, so does Amara's fear-fear that her father's love is slipping away. Jealousy quietly seeps into her heart, turning her once warm feelings cold. She tries desperately to reclaim her place in her father's life, resorting to schemes to tarnish Zara's image. Yet every attempt backfires, driving a deeper wedge between them.

PLEASE VOTE (WATTY AWARDS 2011) “I want an angel. My mind is set. I have dolls and princess kits and playhouses and even a puppy. I don’t have an angel. I have everything I need; all I want is an angel.” Rebecca was wise beyond her years. She knew she had all she needed, but she didn’t seem to be able to grasp that her mother couldn’t get her an angel. Liane noticed Rebecca wasn’t looking at her. Rebecca was staring at a corner in the room, right beside the couch. “Ree, what are you staring at?” Liane asked, surprised. Rebecca didn’t answer. She let a smile creep across her face. Rebecca had gotten her birthday wish, for in the corner sat an angel.

When sixteen-year-old Sophie Harrington moved to a small town with her family, she never expected to study in an old high school that hides dark secrets. Endless hallways... portraits of students with eyes that follow her wherever she goes... a chained door everyone warns her not to approach, yet it calls out to her every night. From the very beginning, Sophie never felt comfortable in this old high school; rumors about it spread throughout the town, stirring fear and doubt about the school. With each passing day, the mystery grew, and it seemed that shadows followed her even in broad daylight. With every step she takes, Sophie discovers that what is happening is not mere illusions... but remnants of crimes and mysterious rituals buried by the administration years ago. And now, those spirits refuse to be forgotten. Will Sophie and her friend survive the curse of the school? Or will their names be the next ones on the bloody wall?

At first, you think it's a game. Nothing to worry about, you tell yourself. As the night goes on you begin to wonder though.....what if I'm wrong? Before every door had a peephole and kids played ding dong ditch on hot summer nights, what happens if it's not a game after all? What if someone is really out there, waiting?

By day, she is a brilliant lawyer. By night, a silent executioner. She hunts those who escape justice, delivering punishment in the shadows. With no remorse and no hesitation, she is both the protector and the predator. Justice, to her, is not a system-it's a sentence she carries out herself.