Fantasynoir Stories

"I thought I found a friend in my loneliness. Instead, I found my end." Ae-rin was used to the cold. After losing her mother and being replaced in her own home, she built a world out of stories and silence. She thought Alice was the one person who truly saw her-until a single night of rain and rage revealed the truth. Betrayed by her only friend over a shadow of jealousy, Ae-rin is left to drown in the dark waters beneath the bridge. As her life-and her cherished books-sink into the depths, the silence of death is interrupted by a frequency she never expected to hear. The water was supposed to be the end. But as the darkness pulls her under, a light from a world that shouldn't exist reaches back. When the stars finally answer a prayer, you never dared to speak, is it a gift of salvation... or the beginning of a cosmic debt?

The walls had changed. Not physically-but in the way they watched, waited, and whispered. Somewhere deep within the building, the Observer records stirred, boxes shifting imperceptibly, photographs fluttering as if caught in a silent wind. And at the center of it all... stood Meera. No longer just Observer 27. No longer just a player in the game. She had survived. She had endured. And unknowingly-or perhaps deliberately-she had become the pulse of the cycle itself. Outside the walls, the world moved on, oblivious. But inside, threads connected every Observer, every record, every trial... to her. And the faintest hint, the tiniest spark, suggested that she wasn't just responding to the system anymore. She was shaping it. A new witness arrived. Young. Naive. Terrified. And they saw her as they saw all the Observers before: brave. Resilient. Human. Hopeful. But Meera knew the truth. Hope was a dangerous thing. And she had always been the architect of shadows. Somewhere, deep within the walls, the Controller waited. Patient. Calculating. But even they might not see what was coming next. Because the real game had only just begun. And the world would soon discover: the walls had never been merely observation. They belonged to her. But the question is, does she know who she is?

A woman fights for her life while battling in a struggle for truth to bring justice to the death of her brother. An intelligence dispenser who has worked her whole life surrounded by facts and information is called upon to aid in a fight to find the truth hidden between the lines. As she becomes more and more deeply involved it soon becomes clear that others that have come before her have died in the pursuit of the truth. There are forces at work that are not slow to respond to threats, and which are not above eliminating them. Post Script. This is a work in progress, and I'm using this platform to work out the kinks in this story. Thank you for reading. Canonical correctness and continuity, as well as story and character, may change and shift as I move ahead. Bare with me and we'll see where we end up. I hope you enjoy it. Your's pseudo-sincerely, Nero Blackletter Copyright © 2016 by Caleb Sean Walker All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Two best friends, who have romantic tension between both of them, on the last year of their high school years, hear rumours that one of the students have been brutally murdered in the basement of their own school. Both shocked, the little adventurous souls that they are, they went down to inspect what was happening, just to see a real murder scene and the student's body laying there..

Planet Earth is being deteriorated by the outgrown number of citizens pursuing a knowledge of an unreal yet existing, otherworldly powerful sensation known as "sorcery". No one knows what it's origins are or who made it. Who could have even imagine such a fantasy fairytale-esque quirk that would exist in-front of us in reality? And so, with the ongoing trends and media reports contributing to its popularity worldwide, people developed the attributes to be able to learn this outlandish skill and freely make do of whatever it takes for them to satisfy their own beneficial needs, but even this can always draw the line. Not everyone has what it takes to handle sorcery "the right way, and when sorcery is out open into the public eye, you are not guaranteed there would not be a single incident or two involving the use of sorcery no matter where you go. Best to not get involved in such matters, or you will be facing the consequences as an immoral being even worse than the face of a normal prisoner-better yet, not be a victim.

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Four high school students form a gang and set out to conquer Atlanta by eliminating all the opposing gangs.