Tragicbeauty Stories

A mortal woman is bound by treaty to marry an immortal ruler feared as a tyrant. She enters his realm prepared to hate him, only to discover that the truth about monsters, gods, and her own bloodline has been carefully buried. The marriage is not about peace. It is about awakening. ------------------------- 👑 Main Characters👑 ------------------------- ☆FMC : Elara Vale☆ ♡ Mortal diplomat's daughter or fallen noble ♡Sharp-tongued, observant, emotionally guarded ♡Raised to believe immortals destroyed her people ♡Secret: her blood reacts strangely to magic ☆MMC: King Vaelor Nocthyr☆ • Immortal ruler of the Night Dominion •Feared for his wars and executions •Bound by ancient laws he did not create •Refuses to touch Elara without consent, even when it costs him power

🌊 How the Ocean Drowned the One with Glory By Maren Thorne 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖑: Where Anchors Fail Have you ever seen the sea take down something too mighty to break? Not because it was weak. But because it was glowing. This is not a love letter. It's a warning. To the ones who rise too high, who carry too much light, who think they can sail untouched. The ocean has a type-he's drawn to glory. And when your shine matches his hunger, he pulls you under. Not because you were broken, But because you burned too brightly. This is a poetry story about drowning without water. About carrying salt in your blood until you feel nothing. About becoming something violent just to survive. And about the pain of being watched while you suffer-only to be blamed for burning. He doesn't care how powerful you are. He waits. He swallows. And when he's done, you'll be just a story told in echoes and fossil bones. Because the ocean doesn't destroy the weak-he devours the ones who dared to be strong.

*first story ever please be kind, just writing for fun* People say that we are all born equal, but ever since quirks appeared, it is now known that some are just born to be someone. We are not the same some are born to have the spotlight, born gorgeous, born strong, born to be someone great and destined to always shine, even when not wanting it. (Y/n) didn't want it but instead made a mistake and was swept by the media, and UA now knowing who she is, want her to become a hero.

Roses are more than beauty-they are desire, betrayal, and destruction.In this hauntingly lyrical collection, Roses weaves a tapestry of love's most intoxicating and devastating truths. Through symbolic and evocative verse, it explores the fragile balance between passion and pain, beauty and deception. Each poem peels back the petals of longing, revealing the hidden thorns of heartbreak, obsession, and the inevitable ruin love often leaves behind. For readers who find solace in the raw emotional depths of dark poetry about love and pain, Roses is a journey through the intoxicating highs of desire and the crushing lows of betrayal. This collection resonates with lovers of romantic poetry on heartbreak and loss. If you have ever loved deeply, lost painfully, or questioned the nature of passion itself, Roses will speak to you. Perfect for fans of: ✔️ Philosophical reflections on human nature ✔️ Poetry that captures passion, love, and destrution.

Lilies & Roses in the Countryside is a love letter to girls with wild hearts and messy hair, who dream in pastels and kiss like fire. These poems bloom where lipstick smears and secrets sleep. between sunlit silence and bad decisions made under pink skies. It's for the ones who felt everything too much, and let it grow anyway.

Echoes of the Past When the rain fell, it carried more than memories. Brennan's final moments were filled with visions of a love that never faded - and Diana's dreams soon begin to whisper his name again. A story of love, loss, and the haunting connection that refuses to die. This is only the beginning...

⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotional themes including grief, trauma, identity loss, and cosmic violence. While not graphic, it explores intense moments of loss, power, and transformation that may be heavy for sensitive readers. Recommended for readers 16+. 🌌 Seora: The Starborn Flame 🌌 She fell from the stars like a forgotten god-now she must rise as something entirely new. Aurellithe Vael'Serin was born in the heart of a dying sun, a being of celestial fire and gravitational power-last of the Starborn, a race wiped out in silence and flame. When she crashes to Earth in a beam of light and ash, the world changes... and so does she. Raised by monks in the quiet Korean mountains, she is given a name-Seora-and a chance to learn what it means to be human. As she trains in martial discipline and begins to feel the strange depths of mortal emotion, Seora must confront the truth: her power is limitless, but her purpose is not. When a force from beyond the stars returns to claim her, and her only teacher falls protecting her, Seora is faced with a choice that will define the fate of both Earth and herself. She was born to destroy. But she chooses to protect. Even if it costs her everything. ✨ A cosmic fantasy of identity, discipline, and becoming. For fans of celestial mythology, emotional storytelling, and radiant, powerful heroines.

This is a story of a dog's love, loyalty, and devotion - an attempt to capture the life of a homeless creature bound by both suffering and grace.

When Sera (detective) gets tangled with Hyunwoo (Mafia), then their life takes big turns with unraveling mysteries

What remains of a voice once it has burned for someone else? What have love's teeth etched amidst my soul? A collection of fragments stitched from longing, ruin, scent, music and sound. Each piece a ghost reaching for the warmth that scorched it. Echoes navigating the tender wreckage of desire, memory, and identity through layered, sensory writing. I am quite unsure of what I'm doing here, this work will be an amalgam of random spurs of inspiration. The lamentation of a few flaps of skin stitched together by circumstances and attempting to appear human.. Language can be and will be : english, french, italian, german, portuguese - it'll depend on the inspiration that'll come expire on a blank page.

"Congratulations on the new role, Mas Tony. But tell me... why take it? Was it just for the optics? Or was it purely viral-based? Since when did you join the circle?" Tony's voice remained a steady anchor. "The President asked. I didn't have the luxury of saying no." Without a word, Mayang flipped open her laptop, revealing a grim mosaic of data. "The logging in Bukit Barisan, the flawed concessions, the shell companies used by forest barons-" Tony exhaled, the words slipping out before he could weigh them. "Yes, I know... this is about deforestation, isn't it?" He regretted it the moment it left his lips. The air shifted. Mayang's gaze ignited with a cold fire; he had just oversimplified her life's work. She didn't lash out. Instead, she looked at the sweet cake on his plate. With a movement so graceful-reminiscent of a leading lady in a high-society wedding scene-Mayang took the plate, cut a small piece, and lifted the fork to Tony's mouth. Tony froze. Detesting a scene, he played along. He accepted the cake. The sweetness flooded his palate, but the atmosphere remained frigid. "Do you like it?" Mayang asked, her tone soft, her eyes like ice. "Yes... it's sweet." "Sweet?" Mayang set the plate down. "Do you have diabetes, Mas?" "No. Why?" Mayang leaned in, locking her eyes onto his. "What you are about to do is treat a small scrape with expensive medicine, while ignoring a chronic case of diabetes. The crimes of the forest barons upstream-that is the disease that will rot the entire body before it kills it. If you are only here to heal the scrape, you aren't an architect of resilience." She paused, her voice a sharp blade. "You're just the clean-up crew they hired to sanitize their conscience." Tony went still. The sweetness in his mouth turned to ash. He realized then: the woman across from him wasn't just a stubborn activist. She was the fusion of integrity and raw power he desperately needed to survive the storm. Happy Reading!

"Whispers in the Dark: A Collection of Silent Sorrows" is a poetic journey through hidden struggles and quiet resilience. Each poem reflects the depth of emotions that linger in solitude-the battles fought behind closed doors, the weight of unspoken fears, and the quiet strength needed to endure. This collection speaks to the storms we carry in silence, the invisible chains of doubt, and the echoes of memories that won't fade. Yet, even in the darkest corners, there remains a flicker of hope, a spark of light, reminding us that within sorrow, there is strength and beauty in survival.

Before the mermaid traded her voice for love, there was another who once did the same. Lira, the witch beneath the waves, has watched countless hearts rise toward the surface - only to break upon it. When a young mermaid comes seeking a spell to love a human, Lira grants it not with malice, but mercy - for she knows what it means to lose everything for the warmth of a heartbeat. But every act of kindness has a cost, and every memory of love, a tide that will one day return.

Duty is sharp. Devotion sharper. In a world of discipline, honor, and shadowed halls, Lan Wangji's quiet devotion with Xie Lian hides a bond that should never exist. Every glance, every wordless moment carries the weight of unspoken feelings. A story of loyalty, restraint, and the kind of connection that can't be named aloud. -🌟- #wuxia #xianxia #chinesefantasy #darkfiction #forbiddenbond #platoniclove #emotionalwriting #haunting #poeticprose #loneliness

Anatolio - Tales of Apollo Pride built him up. Mercy will break him down. Once revered as the golden god of music and light, Apollo finds himself drowning in vanity, drunk on praise and beauty - until Zeus casts him down in a storm of divine fury. Stripped of power, of name, of warmth, Apollo awakens in the body of a beggar, cursed to suffer among the mortals he once ignored. In a poverty-stricken village, freezing and alone, he meets a woman with nothing - except the strength to shelter a stranger and the heart to ask the gods not for herself, but for her children. Now voiceless, nameless, and unknown, Apollo must walk among humans and learn the weight of compassion, sacrifice, and humility. But as his mortal soul begins to stir... the sun inside him is not so easily snuffed out. 🌓 A tale of divine fall and human grace. Of broken gods and unbroken hearts. 💫 He will rise again. But first, he must kneel.

*The Men from Mumbai* is an emotional, character-driven story about four friends - Rohan, Aarav, Imran, and Sid - who meet in college and build an unbreakable bond while chasing their dreams in Mumbai. It explores how friendship becomes both refuge and redemption in a city that tests everyone's limits. At its heart, the story follows Rohan, a quiet law student hiding a painful past of abuse and abandonment. As he builds a successful career, his trauma quietly shapes his relationships and choices. His friends - Aarav, the ambitious actor; Imran, the practical and compassionate corporate worker; and Sid, the free-spirited artist - each grow into their own lives, yet their friendship remains the single thread tying them together through love, loss, and healing. The narrative moves through years of moving meditation on male vulnerability, mental health, and the silent strength of companionship. It depicts how love, even after loss, continues to live on through memory and transformation. Wouldchanging fortunes and emotional struggles, showing how success cannot erase pain and how true friendship endures even when words fail. When Rohan's internal battles lead to tragedy, his three friends transform their grief into purpose - keeping his memory alive through acts of kindness and art.

In the shadow of Rome's conquest, a child is born of two worlds-Alonwyn, daughter of an African soldier torn from Aethiopia and a Celtic woman of Gaul. Orphaned by violence and raised by a druid who teaches her the old ways, she grows into a woman revered for her voice, her wisdom, and the uncanny depth of her gaze. But when Rome's legions return to burn her village and desecrate the sacred grove, grief and fury awaken a power darker than she ever imagined. In the ashes of her people, the goddess Carthwyn-she who governs death and sacred terror-offers Alonwyn the Bone Harp, an instrument strung with sorrow itself. With it, she may summon vengeance so absolute it would stain the earth forever. Alonwyn must choose: surrender her spirit to the goddess and let her song become a dirge of death, or defy the divine, bearing the weight of memory rather than bloodshed. Her journey is one of mourning and defiance, where music becomes both wound and healing, and where the gods themselves test the limits of mortal resolve. Myth and history entwine in The Bone Harp, a story of ancestry, vengeance, and the redemptive power of memory. Through Alonwyn's struggle, we are reminded that even in a world devoured by empire, there is strength in refusing to forget-and in choosing life when death beckons.

They died for love in another life. Now they live with its ghost. In the ancient kingdom of Rajgarh, Aadhira Rajnavi, a princess with poetry in her soul and rebellion in her silence, fell in love with Aadhiran Veerendra, a warrior born of fire and loyalty. But envy has sharp teeth-Sharvani Kalpitha and Rudraksh Varendra, consumed by unreturned love, destroyed them both. The story should've ended in blood. But fate rewrote it. Centuries later, in the modern chaos of Kerala , Ishani-a guarded girl who no longer believes in love-crosses paths with Adhidev Verma, a broken man who only knows how to love and lose. Neither remembers the lives they once lived. But their souls do. She was once killed by jealousy. He was once betrayed by trust. Now, they find themselves caught in a loop of déjà vu, heartbreak, and almosts. And the ones who killed them? They're back too. And this time, they've already broken their hearts-without even knowing why. Four souls. Two timelines. One love that refuses to stay buried.

In the cursed region of Evia, where forests bleed and villages pray to gods that never answer, there lies a town forever marked by tragedy: Vaneka. For generations, supernatural creatures -lunar vampires, mud witches, werewolves, and ancient horrors- have ravaged its fields, consumed its prayers, and drained its history of hope. But now, someone walks among the bones. A woman. A hunter. A curse made flesh. Damira Jerovic, also called Damara, Damar, Damaris, Damra... She is Vaneka's final answer. Skin pale as porcelain. Eyes red as cursed embers. Hair as black as a falling shadow. And a rifle loaded with redemption. They call her the Vampireya, but she is neither saint nor monster- Damira is the blade that cuts the impossible. Surrounded by a forest teeming with enemies -the Malkian, the cosmic entity Zoryax, and the obsessive werewolf Valmor Luarcão- and a village that fears her more than it fears its own executioners, Damira becomes myth, weapon, and ruin. This book contains elegies, poetic visions, dark tales, and the testament of a woman who does not fight for glory... but because no one else will. A gothic horror story of cursed love, impossible redemption, and obsessions that leave no survivors. A cross soaked in blood. A scream Vaneka never dared to voice.