Religioushorror Stories

In which a place taken in 1922, Eliza Kalinin, the rebellious postulant yet with higher faith was sent to a Basilica-Castle of Divulged Blood in a mission to gain knowledges on Royal Empire of Ruskyiev's Orthodoxy in pursuit to turn his home, Chapel of Our Lady of Fatima into an education institution. However deep down she may not realize, the holiest place in the Slavic Land she's in shall have strange things occuring... originally written by: Pannochka Domski editor : Norah Juniper

Im working on it... please read the first page :)

In a world where humanity was once blessed with divine powers, arrogance and greed took root. The people, blinded by their own strength, turned their gifts against the very gods who bestowed them. In response, the gods unleashed their fury upon the earth, casting a divine punishment that shattered civilizations and plunged the world into endless despair. This is a grimdark tale, set in a bleak, medieval world-deep in the heart of the Dark Ages. Hope is a fragile thing, and the only true goal for most is survival amidst the eternal chaos left in the wake of divine wrath. The land is scarred, the skies are silent, and monsters-both human and otherworldly-roam freely. Morality is twisted, trust is rare, and every day is a battle to simply stay alive. Now, centuries later, remnants of that ancient fury still echo through the land. Scattered survivors, cursed bloodlines, and god-touched beings struggle to endure. Amid this desolation, one soul rises-burdened with fate, chosen by neither god nor man-to stand against the ruins of divinity and face a destiny drenched in anguish.

The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful Because he's a fallen angel And he used to be gods favorite.

" wake from your sleep the drying of your tears. . . " • • • NORTH AMERICA, 2105. Young Dee is a purveyor of prophetic dreams and a survivor of the Filch; a mysterious phenomenon that has mercilessly claimed the lives of billions globally, including her own family. Left with nothing but words and visions of a promised land, Dee sets out on a long journey to find her purpose and the kingdom forged for her by God. But as an urge to protect the lives she encounters along the way grows stronger, so does the realization that her calling may not be as eternal as she once believed... • • • " today we escape we escape. . . "

Ben Marchman, an ex-undercover cop who loves the darkweb finds out about a secret facility that earns over a million dollars per year. Ben finds out where the facility is located and breaks in to find out what they exactly do there. And what he finds takes him by surprise.

A psychological suspense story that follows a young woman as she ascends the staircase in her late grandparents' house. What begins as a simple errand to retrieve a crucifix turns into an encounter with the supernatural and a terrifying revelation about the thin line between the divine and the grotesque. What happens when faith takes a form you cannot comprehend-or escape?

"In Heavenly State, a sacred duty is fulfilled every 35 years. The time of Rebirth approaches, and the priests, their bones creaking like old wood, seek the chosen one: A boy of exactly 15 winters, with a soul so fragile God could shatter it just by whispering his name. The ritual will proceed as always: - With chants that make windows tremble - With sacrifices that stain the altar red - With the same silent ecstasy of all previous Rebirths Because the cycle is perfect. Because the bones of previous children are now dust beneath the sanctuary. Because God, like winter, always returns hungry."

The rain never stops in Salem's Wake. When Lenora Hallow returns to bury her father, the town feels less abandoned than asleep - and the church he left behind still breathes. Each night, the bell tolls at 3:33. Each morning, the soil on her floor grows darker. Something beneath the church listens when she moves, remembers when she speaks, and waits when she prays. In a place where faith rots slow and silence has a pulse, Lenora must decide whether she's uncovering her father's madness or inheriting his devotion. Because in Salem's Wake, there is no God. Only the one who remembers.

Love is the doorway. Devotion is the knife. In a world where faith infects prayer is a living organism.Devotion spreads like disease, and the most beloved are consumed first.When the Oracle's sister becomes the vessel for a parasite that feeds on love itself, the global Church rises.Cities worship. Nations kneel. Humanity doesnt fght the infection - it volunteers. To resist is to be forgotten.To serve is to lose yourself. To love is to be eaten......

Bishop Elias Thorn preaches purity. His followers call him holy. The police call him something else - a killer. Detective Jonathan Hale doesn't believe in God, but when the murders begin to mirror scripture, he's forced to confront something darker than evil - blind faith. In a city where every prayer ends in blood, two men are about to learn that salvation always comes with a price. ---

Think Voltron meets Doctor Who meets Religious Analog Horror. That being said, this is a Voltron AU where the main characters are intergalactic researchers that end up biting off more than they can chew with a new planet they discover Rain-36B. !!Spoilers ahead!! :0 Keith's screwed Shiro's screwed Lance is screwed Hunk is screwed Pidge is screwed Everybody is screwed. Including Coran. But mainly Keith because he's my favorite :)

Father Anselm, a priest whose outward piety masks a corrupt heart driven by vanity and self-interest. When Gabriel, a young deacon, challenges him to reflect on his true devotion to God, Anselm's life unravels. His body begins to decay, mirroring the state of his soul. Gabriel reveals himself as the Lord of Shadows, the judge of corrupted souls, and condemns Anselm to eternal torment in the abyss. Stripped of his facade, Anselm faces the chilling truth: his heart has long belonged to darkness.

Every December, the world celebrates joy, generosity, and the legend of Saint Nicholas - a man of kindness and faith. But the history we were given is incomplete. Hidden in forbidden texts and buried beneath centuries of doctrine lies a truth far older - and far darker. What if Christmas began not as a miracle... but as a punishment?

An orphan girl considered a saint in her village hears a strange sound coming from downstairs, or perhaps from the Church?

Beneath the towering spires and cold stone walls, the Church moves like a shadow over the land. Its priests speak in whispers laced with venom, their blessings tasting of iron and ash. They walk among the faithful cloaked in black, faces hidden, eyes faintly aglow beneath their hoods. Sermons twist scripture into chains, binding the minds of the devout, while behind the altar, unseen hands tighten their grip on the community's soul. The Sacrament they promise is not salvation, but something far darker-an offering to powers the cross cannot name.

This has no planning and probably poor writing but I wanted to try and write a sort of religious horror story some chapters may have sarcasm.

since people began reading my jonah and adam fic (SOMEHOW???) i decided to write more!! you guys are very sweet <3 also shout out to Ghostly on discord, ily man .

A realm with nothing but sensation, and a squadron of invaders that feel no sensation. Ghosts against flesh. This is no tale of moral. Simply a slaughter of continental proportion. (Note that some abilities and qualities of the Trench Ghosts are fan-made, but still have relative grounding within the Trench Crusade, to the best of my abilities, namely the fear inducement being adapted from the tabletop's actual Trench Ghost ability to incite fear.)