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The Devil's Eyes ( EDITING )

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In order to appease the gods, the Druid priests held fire rituals. Prisoners of war, criminals, the insane, animals... were... burned alive in baskets. By observing the way they died, the Druids believed they could see omens of the future. Two thousand years later, we've come no further. Samhain isn't evil spirits. It isn't goblins, ghosts or witches. It's the unconscious mind. We're all afraid of the dark inside ourselves.All Rights Reserved

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At the Fields of Fire and Blood by crisyah_

The world is dying. Heaven and Hell have broken and collapsed, creating a post-apocalyptic landscape that is part purgatory, part platonic world of ideas, blighted by the horrors of the human mind. The sun lies dormant in the east, atop God's tower, while the west is plunged into darkness and haunted by all that lives there. There is no day and night cycle, nothing grows, nothing dies, nothing changes, unless magic is involved. Angels hunt creatures for their blood, to feed it to God so he can finish gestating. Demons kill and destroy aimlessly, their origins inexplicable and unknown. Stranger beings wander the ruins of what's left of the world. Humans need not eat or sleep, caught in a state between life and death. They cannot die or be born naturally, but they can be killed and they can be made. The few that survived with their sanity somewhat intact have locked themselves into warded cities, but their protections are feeble and often ineffective. The Order that united them is long gone, broken into factions known only by the sins for which they have fallen. The Houses that protected them are crumbling, falling into ruin as their members were culled down by angels and demons, as well as their own mad quest to save the world; the Pilgrimage, a vain attempt to steal into Eden and murder God himself. Soon, only the Scions will remain. Those that were left not due to merit, but because they were the last choice for being heroes. Those whose memories and minds are as damaged and eaten through as their world. Those who agreed to take on the mysterious Archons within their bodies and, through that contract, had ancient relics and rituals passed down to them. They converge onto a long forgotten neutral ground, trying to save themselves. A heroic journey through a nightmarish wonderland. A pilgrimage to God's tower, to make the world whole again. To cleanse the world of the horrors infecting it. To kill the God who will doom them all with his birth.

Daughters of Creation by camellia-

"We are the daughters of the witches you burned!" Abductions and murders are happening in the City of Strey, a place for all types of divine in the Veil. Protected by the Veil, a magical barrier created as a safe haven for the children of the Mother Goddess, the divine thought they were finally safe after enduring centuries of horror, pain, and torture by the hands of humanity ... Until marred bodies of dead divine start turning up. For six witches, outlawed for simply being witches, these murders will not only bring new ghosts to torment them but scourge up past ones as well. It will bring a special team of Guards to their door front, along with the eyes of the Council, the very people who eradicated the Coven of Strey, watching their every move. But, for the sake of saving the lives of innocent divine, Rosalyn and Millicent Octavius, Emerson Winnifred, Vela Ellington, Emrie Michele Clarimond, and Dana Amador will pair with the team of Guards known as "the Five" to solve the killings before one of them is taken. The threads of the past weave through the currents of the present, waiting for the day when the Veil is at its weakest ... All Hallows Eve approaches.

Fire on my Skin - [First Kill] by SpideysTomcat

And I woke up. My god.. a memory turning into nightmares is the worst. Until I looked down, I didn't realize I was scratching my arms but they were already red. - Vampire or not? Human or not? Hunter or not? Keep going and going. Keep the secrets with you or it will hurt you? But what if it's more than 'love'? What is it when everytime they're here you feel it physically. It hurts. It burns. Will it never stop? - First kill fanfiction! <33

The Story of Midnight by Silverwynd

"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

House Of Horrors by gunnsnrossesgirl

A fun trip to a haunted house turns into a grisly nightmare after a group of teens go in after hours. They think it's just well put together, but what if it's something more? From eight friends... to seven... to five... people are disappearing, and everyone starts to wonder if the doll's eyes really did move... REMASTERED 2021 * I wrote this story in 2011 when I was thirteen years old, I've rewrote it and left it up for all of the people who've show love and support for my simple horror story. Thank you for years of happiness on wattpad!

Buried: Short Story Series by Liz329501

Charlene a.k.a Charlie and Matt, a young couple connected through trauma. Some known and some hidden. They are loyal content creators that travel to abandoned buildings and putting the past together and sharing what was once popular places. This trip will take a toll on both. Fighting demons from all forms. Building trust and losing trust. Finding secrets. Sherman County Asylum held the challenged and the criminally insane. The ones no one cared for. The building is a beautiful place, nature taking back what is rightfully there but the building is immaculate. What they don't know is that this building is alive and raring to share its secrets. Will they come out of this the same? **This is officially an Ongoing Short Story SERIES! Thank you for reading along with me for Part 1! I am always open to feedback and hope this gives your brain a tickle in the right spots!!**

~White Chapel~ by WaywardAuthor

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Vᴇɪl Of ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ⚡[On-hold] by Divine_kj

"Running from me already, little one?" The voice was a whisper against my skin, dark and knowing. I turned too fast. Too desperate. He was closer than I expected-tall, lean muscle wrapped in black silk. Whiskey-colored eyes traced my lips, my throat. Slow. Unrelenting. "Do I feel familiar?" I swallowed hard. "No." He smirked. "Liar." His fingers brushed my wrist, and a current shot through me. My breath hitched. My body knew him. Even if my mind refused to. But that was impossible... wasn't it? - Kathryn Laurent came to Paris for a fresh start. What she found was something else entirely-something dark, intoxicating, inescapable. The dreams started first. A man with burning whiskey eyes. A touch that ignited and destroyed in equal measure. A voice that echoed in her bones. In those dreams, he ruined her-slowly, relentlessly-until she woke trembling, her body marked by something that should not be real. Then she saw him. Flesh and blood. Real. A star. A shadow. A presence that bent the world around him. He watches her like he knows every inch of her body. Like he's had her before and intends to again. But Kate doesn't remember him. And he? He has spent centuries remembering her. The past is tangled in the present, passion twisted with possession, love with vengeance. He is both her salvation and her downfall. The man who haunts her dreams and now, her reality. And when he finally touches her, there will be no waking up from it. Some loves are written in the stars. Some are written in blood. And some were never meant to be forgotten. - Tropes & Themes : ★ Dark, seductive romance ★ Fated lovers, past-life obsession ★ Mysterious, brooding hero with a sinful touch ★ Tension so thick it lingers like a ghost ★ Paris-luxury, shadows, and whispered temptation ★ Dreams that leave evidence behind ★ Mature, explicit smut-raw, consuming, inevitable ★ A love too powerful to stay buried ★ The line between fate and possession 18+

The Veils Of Rivalry (ON HOLD) by _unhingedauthor_

What happens when two souls, set on each other's destruction, collide? "I will destroy her till she regrets her own existence." "I will wait till he regrets his decisions." A marriage bound not by love, but by vengeance. Shivansh entered into matrimony with Samriddhi, not as a husband, but as a punisher. His mother's tragic death had left him shattered, and in his grief, he sought justice-or perhaps retribution. Convinced that Samriddhi was the key to uncovering the truth, he vowed to make her suffer. But as he walked the treacherous path of revenge, the lines between hatred and love began to blur. He never anticipated the depth of her pain, the secrets she carried, or the silent battles she had fought long before he entered her life. Slowly, against his will, he found himself drawn to her-not just to her beauty, but to her strength, her resilience, and the sorrow hidden behind her eyes. But was love enough to erase the wounds of the past? Could Samriddhi ever forgive the man who married her with the intent to ruin her? And was Shivansh truly punishing the right person, or had he been blinded by his own misconceptions? As buried truths unraveled, they found themselves entangled in a web of lies, betrayals, and long-forgotten sins. Every revelation brought a new storm, testing the fragile bond they had unknowingly built. Did they find their happily ever after? Maybe. Was Love easy for them? Certainly Not. Love was never meant to be easy for them. Twists awaited at every turn, shadows from Samriddhi's past loomed over them, and the ghosts of their choices refused to fade. Dive into their world-a tale of vengeance, love, and redemption, where nothing is as it seems, and every secret has the power to change everything.

This Love: Spencer Reid by spencerogers

spencer, i'll remember how i'd loved you. even after i saw the hate behind your sweet eyes and messy statistics. even after i heard casually cruel words leave the same sugary lips that you used to plant soft kisses on my cheeks. even after i saw you kill right in front of me. the loss of your presence would still hurt the same. it probably wouldn't even matter what you did or didn't do because at night, i would still be crying into my pillow about everything that happened to you regardless. that's another thing that hurts so bad about this all. your loss. it's obvious, i know that. but i feel so alone. and you're actually gone this time.

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At the Fields of Fire and Blood

The world is dying. Heaven and Hell have broken and collapsed, creating a post-apocalyptic landscape that is part purgatory, part platonic world of ideas, blighted by the horrors of the human mind. The sun lies dormant in the east, atop God's tower, while the west is plunged into darkness and haunted by all that lives there. There is no day and night cycle, nothing grows, nothing dies, nothing changes, unless magic is involved. Angels hunt creatures for their blood, to feed it to God so he can finish gestating. Demons kill and destroy aimlessly, their origins inexplicable and unknown. Stranger beings wander the ruins of what's left of the world. Humans need not eat or sleep, caught in a state between life and death. They cannot die or be born naturally, but they can be killed and they can be made. The few that survived with their sanity somewhat intact have locked themselves into warded cities, but their protections are feeble and often ineffective. The Order that united them is long gone, broken into factions known only by the sins for which they have fallen. The Houses that protected them are crumbling, falling into ruin as their members were culled down by angels and demons, as well as their own mad quest to save the world; the Pilgrimage, a vain attempt to steal into Eden and murder God himself. Soon, only the Scions will remain. Those that were left not due to merit, but because they were the last choice for being heroes. Those whose memories and minds are as damaged and eaten through as their world. Those who agreed to take on the mysterious Archons within their bodies and, through that contract, had ancient relics and rituals passed down to them. They converge onto a long forgotten neutral ground, trying to save themselves. A heroic journey through a nightmarish wonderland. A pilgrimage to God's tower, to make the world whole again. To cleanse the world of the horrors infecting it. To kill the God who will doom them all with his birth.