Ethereal Stories

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

The book was never meant to be opened. Inside its pages rest flowers, each preserving a story: a burden, ghosts, dreams, promises, a future that never arrived. Every bloom carries a memory, and every memory leaves behind a scent. As the reader journeys deeper into the matriarch's mysterious herbarium, a strange truth begins to emerge: the flowers are not merely telling stories-they are leading somewhere. Toward a place called the Ethereal Hour. Toward a garden where memories bloom forever. Toward a revelation that may change the reader forever.

The courtyard had been transformed into something beyond the ordinary world-marigold garlands draped from pillar to pillar, their orange and gold catching torchlight in trembling waves. Jasmine strings fell from carved stone archways like white curtains, their fragrance rising with every breath of wind. Diyas lined every surface, burning in their thousands, until the courtyard seemed to float in firelight. She walked slowly. Her feet brushed the flower-strewn path. Her hands hung empty at her sides. The deep red silk of her bridal dress whispered around her, a color meant only for this moment. Drums spoke. Priests chanted. Sacred smoke rose toward a sky heavy with stars. Everything was perfect. And then she reached the mandap. And she saw him. Sharp, handsome, correct in every way-the face of a man from a good family, a name her father would speak of with pride. A stranger. He smiled at her. And she felt nothing. No-worse than nothing. A hollow, closing feeling. Like a door shutting on something still alive. Like a river being asked to stop. The ceremony continued. No one noticed. And beneath it all, one devastating thought rose clear and absolute: This is not him. She woke up, gasping. Darkness pressed around her, the lamps nearly burned out, the jasmine still in the silent air. The dream faded. But the feeling did not. It stayed-quiet, unyielding, impossibly certain. She closed her eyes. Opened them. Still there. She exhaled slowly into the dark and made a decision. She had every reason to let him go. He gave her every reason to stay. And when the truth finally came- would it change everything she thought she knew about them?

In the town of Dechanuwat, the living and the dead walk side by side. They look completely identical, separated only by a boundary no one dares to cross. Khun Kanya, a logical investigator, arrives to decode the supernatural and prove the world is strictly black and white. But her logic shatters when she meets Khun Nira, the elegant, melancholic caretaker of the town's ancient estate. Nira is fiercely protective, deeply attentive, and carries a secret that leaves her skin breathtakingly cold. As an intense, slow-burn attraction draws them together, Kanya's investigation uncovers a devastating truth. When the truth comes to light, Kanya is faced with an impossible choice. Can a love bound by the afterlife survive, or will the darkness erase Nira from existence entirely? (Author visually inspired by Freen Sarocha as Khun Nira and Becky Armstrong as Khun Kanya. Readers can imagine the same. STRICTLY NOT A FANFIC)

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

She was his fatal love. He was her devotional love. He was weapon for his mother. She was destruction to her mother. He was a man with a bleeding past and she was a fuel to that past. Fate always know how to play pernicious. Fate played it's role and broke them. But their souls were entwined with each other, and they came back to entwine their souls. He knew loving her would destroy him and he chose to destroy himself. She knew loving him would not be easy but she chose the difficulty. Let's begin the story of two souls who loved each other even after knowing that it would break them or THEM!!!

I was struggling to release my trembling legs. He was standing in front of me staring every peace of me. He was fabulous. I felt like bird stuck on her cage. That was hilarious couse I was the one pushing him away with my own hands. He nodded once like he heard my thoughts. My heart ached again. The pain comes too sharp that I closed my eyes. I opened them another second. And didn't react at all. He catches my tiny, almost invisible reaction. A ghost smile waited on his beautiful lips.

A lot changes when creation itself is expected to kneel before you. For a Goddess, existence is not a choice. It is a burden. A sentence. A crown forged from pain. Echoflux knows suffering better than any being alive - not because she is divine, but because she wasn't always. Once, she was betrayed. Once, she was powerless. Once, she was nothing. Now, her judgment shapes reality. If Echoflux deems something right, then it is right. If she deems it wrong, then it is wrong. That is the law of existence - the cycle of a life where death does not apply, only belief. Across collapsing dimensions, dying worlds, and realms stripped of their spark, she walks alone. Through wars no mortal mind could comprehend. Through bravery and arrogance that end in blood. Through diplomacy that borders on madness. Families fracture. Kingdoms fall. Creation trembles. And somewhere in the chaos, a question lingers: What does a Goddess owe to the world that once abandoned her? Only time will tell. This is Journey Of Echoes. I will be posting this story on Royal Road.

Desperate to escape their miserable foster home, three boys slip into the night searching for freedom. Instead, they stumble into an unexpected nightmare. They aren't alone in the dark. Trapped in a strange new environment, the boys must band together to outsmart a twisted killer who is hunting them from the shadows. Escape was just the beginning now, they have to survive.

A collection of poems where gardens become gateways to wonder. Angels dance in rainbow mist, snow blankets flowers in quiet anticipation, and butterflies carry stardust across the universe of a blooming garden. These poems explore nature, imagination, growth, and the small miracles hidden in everyday moments. ✨ Nature Poetry ❄️ Seasonal Reflections 🦋 Magical Realism 🌌 Cosmic Wonder 🌸 Gardens in Bloom Written by Uddaniels (Ulfah).

about a teen girl who discovered the ethereal feeling of starving, they call it anorexic she calls it ascending

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Zelina Anahí Duarte is a rising Argentine pop star and ballet dancer whose world transforms on the night of her eighteenth birthday. Childhood acquaintance Antonio Rafael Varela-an Argentine Formula 1 champion with a silent Playboy reputation returns into her life, only to find her caught between the pull of their shared past and a far greater destiny. When Zelina opens for Zayden Aylen Frost, a globally celebrated Canadian pop superstar of Cree heritage, her world collides with the artist who has inspired her since childhood. Ten years her senior, Zayden is enigmatic, sensual, and haunted by his own isolation. The three are drawn together in a triangle of passion, art, and fate: Antonio's burning devotion, Zayden's otherworldly magnetism, and Zelina's own restless pursuit of love, meaning, and artistic transcendence. Solstice is a story of first love, obsession, and artistic awakening, where music and speed become metaphors for an epic love story.

a collection of my favourite quotes and poems **not all are mine**

A generation of escapists.

experimenting with clothes to feel comfortable about oneself is an important ideology. so when yoshi suggests having a picnic date with the vintage skirts he thrifts beforehand, jihoon agrees wholeheartedly.

"when I think about where I should start telling my story I always think of that day...the day....when I met you. " "Why..?" " to be honest even I myself don't know why but.." "You were there...Your only existence was the comfort to my barren lands of life. Although I never once felt like I'm in love with you but still I was drawn to you like I've known you forever." "..." "...I felt....a connection, a bond..., a strange sense of comfort.I felt...alive!.." "But still... even after trying so hard to get to know you, even after making all those memories with you ....why?...why did you have to go?!... just...why?!!.." *Beep Beep Beep BEEEPP* CRASHHHH!!! >hello!...911!..there's been an accident!...the person is bleeding uncontrollably!!...please hurry!!<

Every night, Arantha drifts into vivid dreams that transport her to worlds beyond imagination. As the line between dream and reality blurs, she discovers she's not merely dreaming. As Arantha unravels the mystery of her nightly escapades, she's drawn into a cosmic battle against a malevolent darkness. Join Arantha on an odyssey of courage, mystery, and self-discovery.

taehyung writes in his journal about a pretty boy who's smile he finds absolutely ethereal. started drafting- mar/23rd/2020 at exactly 4:30AM published- mar/25th/2020 at exactly 3:13AM © BLUSHYGGUKS/ 2020

- A story where a girl was perfect in everyone's eyes but was truly broken inside. She lived in a world where as magic is possible but her dreams weren't. She was broken but no one knew, but when the time came her mask slowly disintegrated into pieces it became like a bubble where as it popped into nothingness, it popped like it never existed. People saw that their ethereal gryffindor princess was the example where as; The pretties smiles hide the deepest secrets The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears and The kindest hearts felt the most pain... ★━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━★ SIRIUS BLACK'S DAUGHTER HOGWARTS AU ⇨------------------------------⇦ started: December 31, 2020 finished: ___ ongoing