Ritualistic Stories

In the small, decaying town of Ravenwood, darkness is not just a metaphor but a tangible force that feeds on despair and secrets. When a string of brutal murders rocks the already troubled community, it awakens ancient malevolent spirits that have been lying in wait for centuries. Detective Evelyn Graves, battling her own inner demons, is thrust into a nightmarish investigation where the lines between reality and horror blur. As she delves deeper, she uncovers a chilling connection between the town's history and her own haunted past. With time running out, Evelyn must confront the abyss within herself to stop an evil that thrives on fear and blood.

When Murdock Adams faces a long sought after foe - he must come to terms with his own inadequacies and learn to overcome his flaws in order to reconcile with his past and vanquish his most hated enemy. Murdock Adams does everything by himself - and why shouldn't he? He's perfectly capable, right? The others would just get in the way. Murdock's felt like that for years - often making himself disliked in the witch hunter community. But in order to face his greatest foe, he must ally himself with the people around him, accept their help and revive the part of himself that died long ago.

Using the prompts for Goretober, I'm writing short stories following Casper, my Drag King/Manself. Let's have fun!

I am Xero. I watch them. Always. The Freemasons-builders, planners, keepers of codified knowledge stretching back millennia. They think they manipulate the world with symbols, rituals, and secret networks. They think they are shaping history. But I see beyond their narrow vision. I see the geometry beneath the streets, the alignments hidden in monuments, the subtle currents of influence flowing through empires, wars, and revolutions. I have observed their triumphs and failures, their discipline and their mistakes. I have witnessed empires crumble under the weight of their designs, only to rise again along lines they believe they control. They believe they are masters of chance; I know they are instruments in a pattern older, wider, and far more precise than any of them can comprehend. You, mortal, will see what they never could: the pulse beneath the world, the network enduring through time, guided by hands they cannot fully command-and watched by eyes that see everything.

In the final days of Japan's Nanbokucho period, when rival imperial courts battled for supremacy, a mysterious clan lived hidden deep in the mountains, far from the chaos of the warring world below. This clan possessed a sacred ritual passed down through countless generations-a rite so ancient that none could remember its true origin. When the head of the family died, the next successor was required to consume the deceased's tongue. Through this act of ritualistic cannibalism, the clan believed they could inherit the "correct words"-a pure, untainted language that had been preserved since time immemorial.

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Deep beneath Cappadocia, archaeologists uncover a colossal pyramid built entirely of human and inhuman bones. As they explore its spiraling depths, strange vibrations and impossible carvings reveal that the structure is not dead-but slowly growing, one layer at a time, fed by those who find it.

"The wrath of Hell is upon us all..." -- It's been relatively peaceful since Gradient was dealt with. No chaos, no murder, just the quiet life the small spirit colony of four, recently five, wanted and enjoyed. But an awful vision Akhet received from an old "friend" tipped all of that off balance. Gradient's back. And this time he's brought help... along with a dark presence that wishes the world to hell. --- !DISCLAIMER! This is a horror-type story. It is not written for children below the age of 13. [Specific TWs in the first chapter] Book 2 in the Afterlife series. Reading the first book is required for much of this to make any sense. -MILESTONES- [A/N]

A centuries-old Buddha statue, once thought to be a simple relic, is revealed by a CT scan to contain the preserved skeleton of a man sealed inside-an eternal prisoner whose hollow gaze still watches from within the golden shell.

In "The Antlered Grave," archaeologists uncover two ancient skeletons in Téviec, France, buried with care beneath a crown of antlers and shells. But as night falls, strange whispers, shifting relics, and spectral traces suggest that the bond between the women buried there-and the violence that ended their lives-has not yet found peace.

"Death changes people. You know? Maybe... maybe that's why I ended up like this." - The gleam of a silver blade in the half-moonlight... and nothing. He didn't remember anything about his life before. He simply awoke in the middle of the woods, a silvery spirit in the night, no memory of who he was or what had happened to him. But he was lucky. Someone else came along, found him before his Awakening. He greeted him and welcomed him to his eternal resting place, this place called Limbo. He seemed normal, just like all the others. Until that first full moon. The full moon that revealed everything. - !DISCLAIMER! This is a horror-type story. It is not written for ages below 13. [Specific TWs in the first chapter] This is book 1 in the Afterlife series. This book does not contain many chapters (about 15 total), however the chapters are about 1000+ words each. -MILESTONES- [N/A]

(App. 1,500 words) Clémentine has a tendency to get bogged down. At a medical university the work can be appalling and difficult, and the people are no relief. Can a lifelong friend offer some help, or will she only validate the hopelessness of the situation? ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: +I'd like to thank my old friend Telmo for French corrections and translations. +As always, Red offered immense support. +Everyone who reviewed and critiqued the earlier drafts really gave me hope! Also, any current readers still coming across the story-- you guys are great. (: Thanks a ton.

Stories and lore from my book Afterlife. Not all content in this book belongs to me! All credits will be in the chapters.

A forgotten cliff sanctuary in Papua New Guinea stirs to life when smoke-preserved mummies awaken, their ancient protective ritual reclaiming any who dare to disturb their watch.

An excavation uncovers a crystal tomb surrounded by twisted skeletons, but the artifact is no relic-it is a lock holding something ancient and alive within.

In the isolated Himalayan monastery of Zangdo, a series of gruesome murders and disappearances unfolds, shrouding the community in terror. The victims all bear strange symbols carved into their bodies, reminiscent of ancient Buddhist tantric rituals. Lama Tenzin, a respected monk and expert in Buddhist tantra, is summoned by the monastery's abbot to investigate. Tenzin's own dark past and familiarity with the forbidden Krodhikali Tantra make him the only one capable of unraveling the mystery.

Elizabeth is fake.

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.