Cult Stories

[Vincent Whittman/Vox x Fem!Reader (Hazbin Hotel)] - A city wired for sound, screens, and spectacle. Vincent Whittman built an empire on broadcast signals and blind devotion. His voice reaches everywhere. His audience listens without question. What begins as entertainment slowly mutates into something far more dangerous-until admiration turns into obedience. Enter Y/N L/N: meticulous, observant, and assigned as Vincent's personal assistant. Working behind the screens that make him untouchable, she manages schedules, calibrates equipment, and keeps the machine running smoothly. She knows his habits, his temper, and the systems that amplify his influence. She also notices the cracks forming long before anyone else dares to. As Vincent evolves into Vox, his following grows-and so does his hunger. Praise becomes currency. Silence becomes threat. Vox demands loyalty without hesitation, while Y/N begins to question the cost of keeping him on the air. In a world ruled by screens and voices, resistance doesn't look like rebellion. It looks like hesitation. And Vox never ignores hesitation. When control finally collapses, it doesn't end where it should. Hell has reception. And some connections don't break when the signal dies. --- ⚠️ **Content / Trigger Warnings: Psychological manipulation, cult dynamics, violence, death, dark themes, power imbalance, morally gray characters. This story follows a **female reader × Vox (straight)** dynamic. While other characters may have LGBTQ identities consistent with the original series, the central romance focuses solely on Y/N and Vox. All characters and scenarios belong to Vivienne Medrano (VivziePop). This is a fictional fan work.

When a cannibalistic cult disrupts Cyrus's plan to murder her long-time nemesis, she doesn't back down. Regardless of the odds, she'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants.

Lucy was raised to believe in obedience, silence, and the sacred order of the Fold. But when she uncovers the truth buried beneath her community-missing girls, hidden records, and rituals that mask something far more sinister-everything begins to unravel. As the boy she loves turns away and her own mother chooses loyalty over truth, Lucy is left with a devastating realization: The system she's trying to escape isn't broken. It's working exactly as intended.

A girl. A deer. A cult. (Currently unfinished, work in progress.)

In a world where you can never be too abnormal, whether you breathe fire and have snakes for arms, the universe welcomes a group of somewhat newbie fighters into the ring. Butcher, Bitsy, and three other teammates train to fight under the "Five Flames" to become world famous, knockout champions. That is until one of the five teammates starts doing weird things in the back of the "Square 3" gas station. Weird things that look...evil...

"In a world where children are portfolios and failure is a 'System Leak,' she was engineered for perfection-until she fell for the error." In the Enclave of New Providence, perfection isn't a goal-it's a debt. Beyond high stone walls, the Creed of Divine Equity treats families as corporate portfolios and children as "Optimized Assets." In this network of elite schools, you are either outperforming the generation before you or you are a "System Leak" waiting to be erased. Child #3 is the District's crown jewel. The middle daughter of a family fighting for their seat on the National Council, she is a "rare-breed" academic engine and D1 basketball prospect. They call her the Lion of God. Her body is a tactical shell; her mind is a biological processor. Both were engineered to pay a debt she never created. But the machine glitches when a scholarship student arrives from the city beyond the gates. A "theological error" in a leotard, the newcomer is a ballerina who doesn't believe in the math of human worth. With a "Low Yield" dream of a performing arts college, she is the unauthorized variable the family has been trained to liquidate. When the Academy's Vice Principal assigns her daughter to "optimize" the newcomer through a brutal mentorship, the "Machine" begins to fracture. The dancer's unauthorized grace is a virus in the athlete's programming. As late nights over textbooks turn into a forbidden pull, the athlete unearths a truth hidden in the heart of the Creed: A life that can't be measured is the only one worth living. With the National Conference approaching and the pressure to keep the family solvent reaching a breaking point, Child #3 must decide: Will she remain the altar where her soul is burned, or will she become the variable that crashes the Creed forever?

The protagonist finds himself amidst a huge cult. He tries, yet fails to protect the ones he loved, he tries to save the people around him but he fails watching them all die knowing damn well that it was his blood that caused this.

In the summer of '69, a flash flood delivers Dottie, a restless young student of botany and her friends into the hands of an isolated Appalachian flock, ruled by scripture and tradition. Among them waits Solomon, the healer, who sees in Dottie as a sign. A lamb sent by Providence. And once he lays claim, no prayer, plea, or protest will part what he believes God has joined. ~ You shall submit, as it is commanded," he growled near her ear, his breath hot and close. "You fight, but it is written. A woman shall obey her husband in all things." "You aren't my husband" she gasped, twisting violently, her hands clawing at his shoulders. His fingers dug deeper into her side, forcing her still. "Yet" he hissed, his mouth so close to her temple she could feel every word burn into her skin.

Paperhat cult au~ [Content Warnings] (This fic will contain mature themes. Descriptions of blood, injuries, and illnesses. Mentions of human & animal sacrifices, and themes of religion and the occult. There might be suggestive jokes, but nothing past kissing will happen in the story.) Cover art by: Shiroirotasu ~Description~ The church has been keeping a demon captured, and concealed away from the public for over a hundred years, In order to keep the demon from retaliating or trying to escape, the church has been secretly feeding the demon human sacrifices once a year. But the demon has become restless. The church has decided to make more sacrifices then intended. Due to his family ties to the church, Flug is chosen to be the next sacrifice to the demon. Thanks to his research into the occult, Flug manages to change his fate, and makes a deal with the demon. Flug wants revenge, and in exchange, he promises to free the demon. (Cover made by the amazing Shiroirotasu via Twitter, they were nice enough to give me permission to use their art, go check them out!) [Full disclosure, I'm not familiar with the inner works of a church, nor the intricacy of religion. I do research, but I'm sure that I'll get something wrong at some point. I'm sorry in advance]

after being expelled form Union for something he didn't do Y/N returned to his home hope county only to find it in the middle of a war. now with nothing left Y/N must fight with the militia in hopes of saving his home.

"Begone. Gone. For divinity has dispersed. Now humanity's destiny is forged. We are all labeled APOSTATIC." God's a fucking joke. You learn that pretty quick living under a sky full of pipes. This planet never had fuel. No coal. No oil. Nothing worth burning. After that steam engines invention, the industrial revolution came, because some brilliant psycho discovered the human body produces more energy than any engine ever built. After that? Everything went to hell. Steam towers, pressure boilers, turbine halls, gearworks big enough to swallow city blocks. Pipes running through buildings like veins. Dynamos humming day and night. The rich call it progress. Yeah, no shit. Down here we call it processing. And it turns out - people are the fuel now. We burn REAL great.The government runs a nice polite system called Contribution. Families give something to keep the generators spinning - a limb, a kid, sometimes the whole damn household if their district falls behind quota. Do it long enough and they Promote you. That means they bolt you into a pressure rig and let the turbines chew your pulse into electricity. Meanwhile the rich bastards float above us in their clean little sky-city pretending the world isn't powered by screaming. Down here it's gangs, rust, meat grinders, cannibalism drugs and cult freaks chanting that the engines are holy punishment. Dumbasses. Name's Poppy Van Carter. That's what the records tell me. Mechanic. Smoker. I keep broken steam engines alive because if they stop, the whole rotten city drops out of the sky. Funny thing is... Apparently my body produces more power than any damn boiler they've got. Which means everyone suddenly wants me. Government. Cult. Even my half-sister Akira Steinhelm. And I just wanted to fix engines and smoke in peace. Instead I'm stuck in this rusted hellhole waiting to see how many nails do I have to drive into my neck to get out. Welcome to APOSTATIC, BITCH

Before the first chapter of The Spider's Truth ever begins, whispers are already spreading through the kingdom of Celestria. Whispers of unease. Of doubt. Of people beginning to notice cracks in the foundation of faith that has ruled their lives for generations. This series gathers those whispers, letting you, the reader, decide what is fact and what is fabricated. Anonymous letters, some are confessions, others desperate pleas. Notes tucked under temple doors, nailed to market stalls, passed hand-to-hand in quiet terror. Each letter comes from an ordinary citizen living under a holy tithe they cannot escape and a crown that demands more every season. None of the writers know the whole truth, only that something is wrong, and that getting caught speaking of it means death. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: These letters take place in the world of my upcoming fantasy novel, The Spider's Truth, but you do not need to know the story to read them. They stand on their own, small windows into a kingdom built on fear, debt, and secrets no one dares speak aloud. These letters do not spoil the events of my novel. Instead, they explore the world around it: the fear, the tension, the questioning, and the small acts of defiance that begin the bubbling of rebellion in the shadows long before a story truly begins. Thank you for reading! -Ann

"The Network of Lies: The Anti-Cult Terror Machine" is an investigation into how the label "cult" is weaponized: through the media, self-proclaimed experts, and dehumanization, society is manipulated toward repression. Beginning with the tragedy of Waco, the author then shifts focus to Russia, identifying Alexander Dvorkin and the organization RACIRS as a key node in the global anti-cult network.

A man wakes in a lavish mansion with no memory, a pounding head wound, and a cryptic red message scrawled on the wall: "HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD THE GOVERNMENT." He soon finds others-strangers bound by the same nightmare-trapped in an ever-shifting labyrinth where doors vanish, weapons appear like gifts, and something hunts them from the shadows. Zombies. Demons. Assassins. And worse. With hope dangled as the cruelest bait, escape feels impossible. But one survivor begins to remember fragments of a past that shouldn't exist... and a family that might be behind it all. In this maze of horrors, survival means uncovering the truth before the darkness claims them-or turns them into something far worse. Will they fight their way out? Or become part of the game forever? A pulse-pounding thriller of betrayal, memory, and unrelenting dread. Say no to hell... if you can.

Sierra has been down on her luck when a strange woman invites her to her commune. Normally she would refuse but now that her landlords kicked her out and shes starving on the street what choice does she have?

There's only 2 things in this world Alphonse likes: being alone. Tomboys. And fuck him sideways! An absolutely stunning girl that looks straight from his dreams appears after he calls a sketchy number from a paper ad that advertises...Ghost hunting expeditions...Sure mate. Whatever! If it means being with the girl of his dreams, so be it! Except when shit starts hitting the fan, I hope he starts to realise girls ain't shit. Art of the girl created by Bara BUT I MADE EDITED THE IMAGE AIGHT!

Jeremy has three problems: he sunburns way too easily, his glasses keep falling off, and, according to his mother's prophetic vision, he should have died today. When the moment comes, his best friend, Silas, dies in his place as a sacrifice to a cult. Jeremy soon realises he's not the only one with secrets when he receives a post-mortem voicemail from Silas with a single instruction: make a wish. His desperate request glitches the universe, bringing Silas back to life. But the cult demands its proper sacrifice, forcing the duo into a deadly cat and mouse game across different stories against killers who don't care how bad they are at running. Jeremy's time and the number of pages are running out. Can he rewrite his fate? Or is his story doomed to end a tragedy? ******** PROMPT USED: 90

× the story will have my own original character from the start. × the story will be based on the Jacksepticeye play-through. ×the story will take place 6 years after Raccoon City. ×chapters will be updated every two to three days depending on schedules. Five years after Racoon city, Leon Kennedy was asked to join a secret task force and has excelled in every mission he has been given except for one that tore him and his partner at the time apart. Five months after that mission ended up with Leon getting punched in the face; Leon takes a chance and asks the president to take along his ex partner to get matters strait and to help him save the presidents daughter Ashley.

15 year old, Roxie Monroe always believed she was born to fufil one role: murder. She collected scars like prizes, proof that she was every bit as cruel, vile, and vicious as she dreamed of being. She thought she knew what real pain felt like. But when her life began to unravel, she was forced to face an impossible choice.

Cursed storms have been tearing through the port cities, and the constellations are shifting in ways no map can explain. When a stowaway girl is discovered aboard a merchant ship, Elias, the crew's bookish young cook, can't stop watching her. Olive is a mystery in every way. She barely eats or sleeps, and seems determined to get herself thrown overboard every time she opens her mouth. Yet when she somehow navigates their vessel through violent weather, Elias realizes there is much more to her story than he could have possibly imagined. ONC prompt #69: The stars are disappearing one by one and only you can hear their whispers. Percy Jackson meets Pirates of the Caribbean meets astrology (I do not use AI to write my work. I will sometimes use it to research historical details for accuracy but no AI is used to generate creative materials)