Atmosphere Stories

Everything was normal. Everything was normal until it was built. After the signal tower rose, the city began to rot. Buildings twist where they shouldn't. Water turns foul. Rune is alone in a city that no longer behaves like one. And the Residents, figures that were once human move through the dark as if following rules only they understand. But when the truth behind the tower starts clawing its way back into his life, survival is no longer enough. His parents helped build the tower. Whatever it did to Stillmor, their hands were part of it, and Rune may be the only one who can end what they started.

A quiet story where nothing breaks - and yet everything shifts. On a calm street, ordinary days begin to feel slightly wrong. Bodies react, objects change, and care slowly turns into responsibility. No one announces the impossible - it simply takes root. This is a slow, uncanny novel about liminal states, fragile trust, and the moment when something unfamiliar becomes impossible to ignore.

The night hides more than just darkness. Ilya thinks he knows his world-until a mysterious smoke appears in his life. It watches, whispers, and guides Ilya along the line between reality and something entirely different. The mysterious man's intervention reveals even more mysteries: who is this smoke, why did it appear, and what role does Ilya play? Ordinary life collapses when the extraordinary appears. Now every choice can change everything. Will Ilya and those around him survive the night and understand what is really happening, or will the darkness consume them?

Across the cold distances between stars, humanity spreads through the galaxy as the Sons of Supreme, warrior pilgrims in cathedral ships who believe God made them in His image and gave them the universe as their inheritance. Alien species watch in horror as these faithful conquerors advance not with weapons alone, but with hymns that shatter minds and certainty that burns away doubt like fire. From the perspective of beings made of questions, memory, and fear, humanity is not just dangerous but spiritually overwhelming, creatures whose absolute belief in their divine purpose makes them unstoppable. As humans claim system after system, the aliens must face a terrifying truth: they are not fighting an empire or an invasion, but a species that believes it is simply coming home to what was always meant to be theirs. In the darkness between worlds, the galaxy learns to fear not the weapons of mankind, but the hymns they sing while advancing toward their inheritance.

When a late-night phone call pulls Mike into a chilling mystery, he finds himself drawn to an abandoned building-and something lurking within. What begins as a prank spirals into a surreal nightmare, where shadows move, reality bends, and not everything is what it seems.

The sky has stopped bleeding, but the Regime is always hungry. Across the nation of Geordyne, the "Fourteeners" are being harvested. They are the brightest young minds of a crumbling world-the inventors, the rebels and the forgotten-and they are Marshal Cadoc's most-feared threat. From the soot-choked alleys of Castlefye to the glistening dunes of Onaaba, all the way to the frozen forest of Indigo Steep, an unspoken pact is in motion. For Owen and Bryn, it begins with a mysterious carriage manned by a lanky giant. For others, the path to sanctuary is paved with lights and shadows. Plucked from their lives by fate or by force, this disparate group is thrust into a world of trials and a secret academy hidden beyond the maps. But the Yorne Academy of Life is more than a refuge. It is a forge for a revolution. These are the chronicles of the pupils who were never supposed to disembark. A small army of progress in a world that wants them silent. The gears are turning. The tide is rising. And the Gooubs are in formation. Are you brave enough to be lost?

"There are no witches or magic. There's only bad liars, good liars, and exceptional liars." Best friends Lucy and Edith stay at Cyan Hall Hotel for their vacation. But before they've even had a chance to settle in, they find out that a strange conference is held there at the same time with their vacation. While Lucy is skeptical about people at the hotel who claim to be able to speak without opening their mouth, Edith sees this as a new adventure. When Lucy's path crosses with the one of a mysterious man practicing magic, she must decide whether she wants to spend her vacation in peace or unravel the secrets the conference is hiding. Probably updated every Monday and Friday. (Cover made with Canva)

LIMINAL Some places do not break. They hold. In a quiet rural region, a child is born who should not have survived. A midwife senses the balance shift, but says nothing. A case is closed by an institution that believes closure prevents suffering. Reality does not tear open. Nothing crosses over. Instead, the world begins to behave differently. Numbers settle where they should not. Animals pause at thresholds. Dreams arrange themselves into incomplete shapes. LIMINAL is a grounded, atmospheric work of speculative fiction where inexplicable phenomena are approached as consequences rather than miracles-events that arrive too early, or too late. Told through braided points of view and interludes of false documentation, the novel explores: - inherited anomalies mistaken for myth - institutions built to preserve reality at any cost - the quiet horror of stability that is not healing If you enjoy slow-burn, intellectually unsettling fiction in the vein of Annihilation, Solaris, or Le Guin's later work, this story lives at the edge where explanation begins to fail.

When analytical consultant Elias Crowe is recruited by a secretive government maritime division to investigate unexplained ship disappearances, he expects faulty sonar, natural anomalies, and human error. What he gets instead is the Metal Coffin-a windowless deep-sea submersible designed not to see, but to listen. As Crowe descends into an impossible ocean trench where depth no longer behaves like distance, he uncovers fragments of a truth buried beneath layers of classified directives, altered logs, and a shadow organization known only as The Listeners-a cult embedded within the government that believes something ancient beneath the ocean is not a god, but an archivist of reality itself. With every descent, the entity responds faster. With every calculation, it becomes more familiar. Crowe slowly realizes the mission was never about exploration. It was about introduction. And once the archive is complete, humanity will no longer be observed from below. It will be filed.

*SINHALA* What if everything you believe about the world is only the surface? Mehga Blackwood feels it like a faint tug at the edge of his mind, a secret waiting to be uncovered. There are doors no one else sees, whispers that brush past like shadows, and a quiet magic that lingers just out of reach. He's drawn deeper, pulled by questions that won't let go, by mysteries hidden in plain sight. What truths lie beneath the everyday? What worlds hide behind closed doors? If you listen closely, you might just hear the story beginning...

In an age long after the first crowns were broken, when the memory of old kingdoms lingers like frost upon stone, the world turns once more toward shadow. Far from the courts of men, in the deep and listening forests, a youth is raised beyond the reach of thrones. He is heir to a realm he has never seen, born of a land lost to ice and silence, and burdened with a legacy written in blood and sacrifice. Though he would choose a quiet life, the world does not forget those it has marked. For ancient powers do not perish-they wait. Across the kingdoms, signs stir: visions granted to kings, ruins that awaken from slumber, beasts and banners moving as though guided by a will unseen. Old oaths fray, and the long peace begins to crack. What was once sealed threatens to rise again, and the deeds of the past return to claim their due. This is a tale of roads unwillingly taken, of truths spoken too late, and of a crown that must be earned, not inherited. It is the story of a world standing at the brink, and of one who must decide whether to turn away from history-or walk into it, unarmed by certainty, yet unyielding in resolve. For when the last light falters, it is not always kings who are called to stand. Sometimes, it is the uncrowned. For readers who love: The somber mystery of Dark Souls & Elden Ring Myth-laden worlds where history feels alive Morally grey characters shaped by consequence Inspired by Middle-Earth

She was sent away to disappear for a while. From the city to a quiet town she does not trust. From noise to silence. From control to a house that watches her back. Hollow House is old, cold, and never truly quiet. At night, walls scratch. Footsteps stop outside her door. Shadows move then vanish. She tells herself it is stress. She does not believe in ghosts. Until she sees the woman in white. She appears only in the dark. Hair hiding her face. Always watching. Never speaking. Fear turns into fixation. Fixation turns into longing. And as the house closes in, she starts to question what is real, what is imagined, and what is slowly claiming her. In Hollow House, the dark does not hide things. It reveals them.

She thought she was looking for something hidden. She was wrong. She was meant to notice what should never have been there at all.

Will start posting chapters once all are edited and book is complete. Thank you all for understanding and your patience! 🐼💜 The bond between Light and Shadow has awakened... and so has something far older. Kassius Vale never asked to become the new Light of the realms, but his awakening has changed everything-his body, his magic, and the fragile political order that once held the world together. As he struggles to master powers that now reach into the minds and emotions of others, whispers of an ancient enemy begin to stir at the edges of his senses... a presence that remembers him far too well. Aethos, reborn Shadow and centuries‑old warrior, knows the signs all too clearly. To protect Kassius, he must confront the ghosts of his past and reunite with allies he once left behind. But the deeper he digs, the more he uncovers a truth the Order buried long ago: Light and Shadow have risen before-and every cycle ended in ruin. For 7,777 years, the realms have been waiting for the next pair. For 7,777 years, the prophecy has slept. For 7,777 years, the Waking Dark has been gathering strength. Now the cycle has begun again. With the Order collapsing, new realms emerging from the dark, and magic twisting into forms unseen for millennia, Kassius and Aethos must navigate a world unraveling around them. Their bond deepens into something unbreakable-powerful enough to reshape fate itself-but even love cannot shield them from the prophecy awakening in their blood. "When Light and Shadow rise as one, after 7,777 years of silence, the Waking Dark shall open its eyes." And this time, the darkness is not content to watch. It wants them. ---

Emok comes to write about places that survived history. Instead, he finds one that remembers it. Alongside Engoy, a quiet man shaped by war and old beliefs, he learns that some presences don't announce themselves with violence-but with expectation. It's the start of their wild adventure.

A Novel of Leaving and Return, She left fear behind and learned to breath. It's a story about two people on different roads, discovering that sometimes the person who feels closest is the one who's miles away... and that the right connection can make even the biggest changes feel a little less lonely. Nora is on the edge of a new beginning - a move, a new job, a life she's finally choosing for herself. Joe is miles away on tour, living a life that looks loud from the outside but feels lonely in all the quiet spaces between shows. What starts as a chance connection becomes something neither of them expected: a slow, steady pull toward each other that grows.

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

*****A gothic Wednesday AU***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on silence. Pressed uniforms. Polished stone. Perfect control. And something ancient buried far beneath its halls. When a student collapses mid-class with glowing sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists the situation is contained. The students don't believe them. Thorn Rosales, a half-vampire psychic known for trouble, hears the disturbance before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by the Hyde and his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols appearing across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Together, they uncover a truth Reichenbach has spent centuries burying. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and forbidden connection. Where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing.

Kassius Vale never expected his life to change the night his bloodline awakened - or that it would bind him to a vampire who feels like danger, destiny, and something achingly close to home. At Wentsworth Crimson Manor, power is studied, secrets are guarded, and bonds are forged in ways no one fully understands. As Kassius's dormant lineage stirs, so does a connection he can't ignore - a pull toward Aethos, the enigmatic elder who shields him with a devotion that feels older than memory. Aethos is everything Kassius shouldn't trust: powerful, feared, and bound by a past soaked in shadows. Yet when Kassius looks at him, the bond hums, the world sharpens, and something inside him answers. But Kassius's awakening draws more than Aethos's attention. Lord Hadrian - ancient, calculating, and unwilling to relinquish what he believes is his - has plans of his own. Caught between a bond he never asked for and a claim he never wanted, Kassius must navigate a world where affection is dangerous, power is political, and intimacy can be a weapon or a lifeline. Some bloodlines are chosen. Some are cursed. And some tie two souls together long before they ever meet. ---

An etiological myth discovering how the seasons were born, emphasizing themes of balance, compassion, and how cosmic order is molded not by punishment or rebuke, but by weaving suffering into beauty.