Darkfantasy Stories

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

Rose Powell only wanted to help a wounded man. But some strangers don't belong to the living world. And some kindnesses come with a price.

In the eastern reaches of the Aurelian Empire lies a forest no one dares to claim. Elowen, the last witch of a forgotten bloodline, was raised by the Spirit Queen to protect it-hidden from a world that once chose slaughter over understanding. Lucien, a vampire adopted into a ducal family sworn to the empire, never expected to cross its borders. When fate binds them through an ancient, forbidden bond, the forest remembers a tragedy the world has long forgotten. This is a story of quiet defiance, unspoken love, and a bond the world was never meant to allow.

The sun hasn't shone in twenty years. The crops are black. And the dead are the only ones who don't feel the cold. You are not the Chosen One. You are not a lost prince, and you certainly aren't a hero. You are a Gravesword-a mercenary paid in copper to walk the battlefield after the fighting is done. Your job is simple: loot the dead, dispatch the dying, and clear the field before the wolves come. In the Rotting Kingdoms of Oakhaven, honor is a luxury you sold a long time ago for a warm bowl of stew. But when a simple mercy killing on a muddy field uncovers a conspiracy that threatens the last supplies of grain, you find yourself dragged from the mud and into the cutthroat courts of the nobility. To survive the High Inquisitors, the starving lords, and the Weeping Plague itself, you will have to do more than just fight. You will have to climb. From the mud to the throne, the cost of power is your humanity. How much of your soul are you willing to carve away to become the King of a rotting world? Step into the armor. Draw your blade. Welcome to Oakhaven. ____________________________________ CONTENT WARNING: This story features extreme violence, gore, moral ambiguity, grimdark themes, and excruciating choices. This is a low-fantasy survival story where no one is safe.

Vampires exist in books, shows, and movies... BUT IN NEW ERIDU?! Ellen Joe discovers her quiet classmate Phaga isn't just reserved-he's a vampire looking for a job! Between school life, action-packed commissions, and dangerous nights, a slow-burn romance unfolds with a touch of comedy. -Comedy/Romance (Slow Burn) -Overpowered MC

I don't know yet," Veer admitted. "Now tell me, Dr. Shekhawat, what do you want?" ​She answered immediately, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "Someone who doesn't turn me into a Goddess. I want someone who looks at me like a flawed, breathing, normal human." ​Veer looked puzzled. "What? Isn't it the highest respect if a man treats you like a Goddess?" ​"No, Veer. It's a trap," Rashi said, looking him dead in the eye. "When you put a woman on a pedestal and call her a Goddess, you aren't honoring her-you're imprisoning her. You're telling her she's not allowed to fail, not allowed to be angry, and certainly not allowed to be herself. Men use that 'Goddess' title to control us. They tell us we are the 'izzat' of the house so they can dictate how we dress and how we speak. They turn our sacrifices into a 'divine duty' just so we never complain about the burden." ​She leaned back, her gaze cold. "Look at our stories. The 'good' woman is the one who bears abuse with a smile, wears the traditional clothes you approve of, and stays silent. The minute a woman has an opinion, the minute she puts herself first or stops taking someone's shit, you label her the villain. You don't see movies where a man in jeans is a villain just because he isn't in a dhoti, right? But for us, our clothes and our 'tone' decide our character." ​She sighed, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't want to be worshipped. I want a partner who knows I am going to make mistakes-and that those mistakes don't make me a 'bad woman.' I want someone who realizes that my life doesn't revolve around being his moral compass. I just want to be human, Veer. Not a symbol, not a goddess, and definitely not someone's property."

❄️ He was sent to kill a cult. Instead, he met a god who remembered his soul. America is a monster hunter-sharp-tongued priest, five-foot-two, and absolutely not here for your death cult nonsense. But when a trap binds him to a forgotten altar, he comes face-to-face with the god they were trying to summon. Russia isn't just frost and fury. He's ancient. Powerful. And disturbingly interested in America. Blood will freeze. Chains will break. And beneath the snow, something impossible stirs-an echo of a love that should have died long ago. ✨ Enemies-to-something-more meets divine obsession in a dark, romantic, dreamcore fantasy filled with teeth, trauma, and fate.

Spawn's absence has left a power vacuum in Hell, and something ancient is eager to fill it. As demonic incursions bleed into Hell, Charlie and all of Spawn's other allies find themselves on the front lines of a war they never signed up for. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, they must forge unlikely alliances to survive the horrors unleashed on their hell. (Cover art by JalonCT)

Five hundred years ago, the world decided the Hydro Archon Egeria was dead. She wasn't. Now, under the name Lora, she walks Teyvat again with a single objective: to overturn the future that was forced onto her people. The Heavenly Principles wrote a prophecy. Fontaine is meant to drown. The gods are meant to obey. Lora doesn't. Every move matters. Archons, the Abyss, Celestia-everyone is playing their part, all trying to control the board. And Lora? She's already placing her pieces. Passing the throne to Focalors was only the opening move. Because this time, she isn't fighting fate head-on- she's playing for checkmate. No chosen-one nonsense. Just a former god who intends to win-before the heavens realize the game is already lost.

In a world where loyalty can be twisted and trust is a weapon, Y/N must navigate a deadly game of control and manipulation. By her side is Tamsey Caines-mysterious, lethal, and fiercely protective-whose secrets are as dangerous as Amo's power. As illusions shatter and enemies lurk in every shadow, Y/N discovers the strength to fight back... and the peril of falling for the one person she can't fully trust.

Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.

Two were formed in fire. One was hurdled into darkness and shaped by hate and fire's rage. The other grew in love and on dragon wings. The one shaped by hate and fire wants to rule the world and shape it through flames. An alliance is formed between him and the man who wants to upheaval the world selling dragons and bearing their wings to the ground. The other one hears of this but how can he fight himself?

The world is shaped by ancient forces known as Wills, and those they choose are marked with Seals - symbols of power and absolute purpose. Lucan Virell's Seal was never meant to exist. Born alongside two gifted siblings in a kingdom that worships perfection, Lucan's energy is unstable, a "dissonance" that the authorities fear. Treated as a dangerous variable instead of a son, he is exiled and raised in the shadows, growing into something the world was never prepared for. Years later, Lucan returns to Valthera, still carrying a power that was never meant to be completed. In a world of divine order, he is the only broken note. Some gifts are blessings. His might be a warning.

ʟօ'ǟӄ ʝօɨռֆ ǟ ʄօʀɢօȶȶɛռ ƈʟǟռ օʄ քǟռɖօʀǟ, ǟ ɦǟȶɛʄʊʟ ƈʟǟռ. ǟ ƈʟǟռ ֆքօӄɛռ ɨռ ʍʏȶɦֆ ǟռɖ ֆȶօʀɨɛֆ ȶօ ֆƈǟʀɛ ƈɦɨʟɖʀɛռ ȶɦɛʏ ƈǟʟʟ ȶɦɛʍֆɛʟʋɛֆ ȶɦɛ ռɨɢɦȶ քɛօքʟɛ.

Sequel to Hound of Heaven. Kim survived the hunt that broke her world. Now the moon is calling something darker; a danger with a mysterious pull she can't escape. A cursed shifter, torn by the beast raging inside him, steps into her path. One look, and everything ignites: fierce, forbidden, lethal. His monster craves dominance, and the bond between them might be the flame that sets it free. Pack bonds strain. Ancient shadows awaken. Instincts scream to fight... or flee. Kim must choose: reject the connection that could save them both... or surrender to a love that risks devouring everything she holds dear. A Dark romance. A Deadly desires. A bond that could destroy them both. Author's note: I'm publishing as I write this time, and aiming to finish in about a month. Love hearing your thoughts in comments or on my Discord!.

Alpha Vespera: The Awakening of Vesperion is a world once ruled by peace, now torn by war. The Mortal Domain is crushed, the Corporeal burns with vengeance, and the Mythical have vanished. Amid the chaos, two boys-Xero and Claude-face fire, blood, and loss in their home village. Fathers fall. Heroes break. Chains are forged. In a world built on ashes, strength is survival, and hope is rebellion. Who will rise from the shadows... and reclaim what was lost?

In a city where fashion meets the shadows of the supernatural, Adira Velgrave is a rising Black fashion designer with ambition as fierce as her creativity. Confident, independent, and unapologetically bold, she has never backed down from a challenge-until she crosses paths with Kaden Sinclair, the arrogant, magnetic Alpha of the most powerful wolf pack in the region. Kaden is danger personified: commanding, protective, and unafraid to take what he wants. But when his pack and Adira's world collide, tension ignites. Sparks fly between them, mixing desire with rivalry, as Adira refuses to be intimidated and Kaden refuses to lose control. As enemies, their clashes are explosive-but beneath the arrogance and fire lies a bond neither can ignore. With secrets, pack politics, and rival supernatural forces threatening everything they hold dear, Adira and Kaden must navigate lust, loyalty, and power...or risk losing each other forever. A dark, seductive enemies-to-lovers romance where fashion, desire, and danger collide under the moonlit shadows of the supernatural.

Her I was born into a world that learned how to justify cruelty. Mortals are owned. Glided rule. And the gods - if they are watching - have chosen silence over mercy. At seventeen, I belong to a Glided household powerful enough to ruin lives with a word, and refined enough to call it law. I know how to survive there: keep my eyes down, my voice steady, my rage buried deep enough not to cost me my life. Somewhere between obedience and rebellion, I make a choice. And once that choice is made, there is no such thing as going back. Him I have watched this world rot slowly, beautifully, disastrously. Balance was never meant to be clean - only necessary. And yet, every century, mortals pay for the sins of gods who pretend neutrality is justice. I do not intervene lightly. I do not interfere without reason. But there are disturbances that ripple through time itself. A girl, standing too close to forces she does not yet understand. A future bending in ways it shouldn't. I recognize her not by her defiance, nor by her fear - but by her potential. She believes she is invisible. She believes survival is her only power. She is wrong. And the moment our paths cross, I know the truth the world is not ready to hear: Some souls are ment to be together. Forever.

"ကနေဒါမှာ မေပယ်ရွက်ကို ဖမ်းမိရင် ထာဝရပေါင်းဖက်ရတယ်တဲ့... ဒါပေမဲ့ အဲ့ဒါကကျွန်တော့်ကို အသက်ရှင်လျက် ငရဲပို့ပေးခဲ့မယ်ဆိုတာ ကျွန်တော် မသိခဲ့ဘူး"