Hallucinations Stories

Inuyasha Shippuden (Inuyasha x Naruto Shippuden crossover) Dead. dead everywhere she turned. Dead Kakashi. dead Sasuke. dead Sakura. dead Hinata. dead Tsunade. everyone she loved and cared for dead. They won the war yes but at what cause? now she was all alone. Grief stricken Naruko decides to end the pain and follow her loved ones to heaven's gate. But Kyuubi had other plans for her....he sends her to another dimension, in the arms of a silver haired Inu with beautiful golden eyes

Taehyung, reborn in the future, carries the weight of a past drenched in blood and power-a past he only half-remembers. Once a ruler feared for his cruelty, he knows the shadows of the lives he destroyed yet cannot recall all the truths, the betrayals, or the tragedies that led him here. Jungkook, a descendant of demons, born human yet harboring a power older than the stars, was cursed into a lifeless rock statue-an immortal prisoner of time. But one touch awakens him, and his soul takes form, haunting Taehyung with a single, relentless question: "Why did you abandon me?" The lines between love and cruelty blur. Did Taehyung ever love Jungkook, or was he merely a pawn in a game of power and illusion? Who cursed Jungkook? What tragedy ended his past life? Every whispered memory and shadowed vision offers fragments of answers-but none complete. Bound by blood, haunted by demonic forces, and caught in a web of illusions older than mortals can comprehend, Taehyung must navigate a world where gods, spirits, and serpents watch from the shadows. The past is alive, and the future may not wait. In a story carved from mythology, magic, and the cruelty of love, two souls-one seeking answers, the other seeking vengeance-dance on the edge of eternity. Will Taehyung confront the truth of who he was, or will the illusions of the past consume them both?

Once a barren wasteland that reaped only storms of ridicule and solitary tears, Deo carved his way to the top. Yet as the world bowed to his feet, no one knew the steep price he paid for his throne. To him, ultimate power was nothing more than a hollow shell shielding a lonely soul, a cold fortress that begins to crack as buried memories resurface. A story about the ruthless pursuit of success, the courage to confront long-buried wounds, and the search for true healing when the most precious part of life is on the line.

The Voice in My Head - The slow hum of the AC filled the room, accompanied by the sweet chirping of birds and the earliest streaks of light seeping through my window. "Aadil, are you still there?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, where tiny glowing stars covered the darkness. There was a brief pause before the voice answered. "I'm always here, little one. I'll never leave you. Not until I take you with me." My breath hitched. "Take me with you?" "Yes, little one." His voice softened. "I'll take you with me, and we'll live happily together, just like we were meant to." - Hey guys! So, I honestly don't know much about schizophrenia, psychosis, or psychological disorders, so please bear with me. I'm learning as I go, and I'll be doing my best to portray everything respectfully and as accurately as possible. If anything feels odd or unrealistic, please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Aadil is a toxic imaginary presence. Or perhaps something more, that the MC can't seem to escape. This story came straight from my heart, and it took me a lot of time to come up with this idea. Please do not recreate, copy, repost, or use any part of my work without permission. This book is protected by copyright, and if I find my work anywhere else... Well. **Aadil and I will come find you.** :) Updates every Fridays

After a world meeting, China finds a mysterious package. It doesn't say who it's from and all that's in the box is a note saying that he would have to inject a substance into himself, and a syringe filled with said substance. China doesn't question it and decided to inject it into himself. After a few weeks of not being able to rest, he starts to get sleep deprived and almost constant brain fog and hallucinations. Japan tries to help him but it doesn't work, then he says that he hopes it wears off... Oh God I'm bad at writing descriptions, anyways this is my first fanfiction that's also a creepypasta, has some elements of the My Little Pony creepypasta Apple Sleep Experiment... even though I never watched it : P Anyways, enjoy the fanfic, sorry if it's bad, like I said it's my first fanfic so yea

He never belongs to anyone for long. They call it a curse. They sell him as a warning. A punishment. Something to survive. Until the thirteenth owner smiles at it... and calls it an invitation. "Why would I be an exception?" Updates on Sundays and Wednesdays (and maybe Fridays too) ⚠️ Warning: This story explores disturbing themes | Violence | Murder | Self Harm | Self Neglect | Corruption | Ownership | Trauma | Psychological | Inspired by existing characters from ABO Desire the Series Shen Wenlang and Gou Tu... but completely rewritten. The events, identities, and outcomes do not follow the original narrative. Every event is reimagined.

☆BFDIA 12 AU Oh that clumsy Tennis Ball... If only he looked where he was going. A simple mistake twists his life in a way he couldn't imagine. As his condition spirals him into a rabbit hole of his own making, Tennis Ball desires a cure which craves an unethical solution. ☆NOT HUMANIZED!! ☆Takes place at the end of BFDIA 12 and goes into BFDIA 13! ☆Average chapter ～1k words ☆My first fanfic btw so uhh sorry if its bad🤞 ☆Also may be slight mischaracterisation so sorry for that too😔 ☆No beta ☆Rough drafts but I might work on them at some point ☆Enjoy!

Max Verstappen has always trusted himself behind the wheel. Reality is another matter. It starts with hallucinations-people who aren't there, places that change around him, familiar faces he can no longer trust. At first, Max fights them. He checks. He questions. He searches for ways to separate what is real from what his mind has created. Then the checks stop working. Eventually, Formula One has to continue without him, and Max is admitted to hospital with no clear date for when-or if-he'll be able to return. And then things get worse. His world shrinks to a hospital room. Days pass without him leaving his bed. Food goes untouched. Showers become too much effort. Racing-the thing that once consumed his entire life-stops mattering. Sometimes Max wakes believing he's somewhere completely different. Sometimes people who aren't real sit beside him for hours. Eventually, he becomes too exhausted to keep questioning them. Charles watches the person he loves disappear further into himself, terrified not only by what Max sees, but by the moments when Max no longer seems to care whether any of it is real. And when depression convinces Max that Charles would be better off without him, both of them are forced to confront something neither wanted to admit: Love cannot make Charles responsible for keeping Max alive, grounded, and okay. So their friends step in. Pascale refuses to let either of them face it alone. George, Alex, Lando, Oscar, Yuki, Pierre, Arthur and the others stop waiting for Charles to ask for help. A hospital lounge slowly becomes another paddock-loud, chaotic, irritating, familiar. And somewhere in all that noise, tiny things begin to change. Max gets out of bed. He eats because he's hungry. He argues again. He laughs. He starts caring about race results. Then comes telemetry. A simulator. The hospital doors. Cold air outside. A steering wheel beneath his hands. Home. Recovery isn't a straight line. The ha

Your words used to shape the world... now they can erase you. When I wake up inside my own Wattpad novel, I think I've landed the dream - until I realize I'm not the hero. Armed with nothing but my writer's notebook, I can change the plot with every word I write... until my villain steals the power and starts rewriting faster than I can. Worse? My protagonist hates me for every tragedy I gave them, and they want revenge. But the story's collapse is just the beginning. In a world where every sentence is fate, one wrong word could be your last.

Original EP2 description:After his Unexpected yet Appreciated Change,Jason The avenged nemesis Is on his Next step,trying to Adjust to his new form Between lost Brotherhood and becoming the Raging Renegade,With more secrets and dangerous zombie types showing up as The growing Screams of big hordes slowly but surely start to form around what remains of civilization,more horrors and dire threats emerge only adding up to the Unearthly Scourge of the zombie atrocity,finding himself in need to improve his own New self and learn to become one with it,this goal comes with a minor setback as Former enemies show up,in an attempt to find,torture and kill the renegade New description:the zombie onslaught within the city of Dubai resumes,Jason,the lone,bewildered and Lost survivor,an Avenged nemesis,is in a bid to brave the hordes of awoken evil dead and survive while his quest to discover their origin and the heritage of his past fathers is on his list of priorities,follow our helpless yet determined hero on his adventure through the havoc!

Im gonna redo this story to make it dragged out more so consider this the draft. [[The cover I found on Pinterest.]] ×Dreamcore stuff in it idk how to write a description but if you really like ANGST and LIMINAL SHIT. THIS MFS FOR YOU. Its 3am and Im gonna write and finish this whole fanfic before I sleep so I dont lose the story like I did my Omori fic.

After the Hail Mary launch, Eva Stratt found her authority to slowly fade and dim just like the Sol. Slowly, she realized that her mind started to fade as well, as the memories of the Task Force scrambled in her head, maing her see what she isn't supposed to. Nothing can be trusted anymore. Not even what she sees.

(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you scream at me I feel your shirt against my skin When I lay on your shoulders and think about how possible it is that maybe you might be my king.

A man suffering from an illness developed from the job he needs to do to survive his financial crisis. A woman faced with being a psycho. Can these two survive each other as he tries to escape from her grasp and her psychotic ways giving her malicious thoughts ? This isn't any typical love and hate relationship but love and kill. ~This is Vael and Lucky's story~

A boy with Tourettes Syndrome is having frightening encounters within his dreams. He passes it off as strange hallucinations until he realizes that his "hallucinations" are morphing into reality.

Jason survived his trip across Tartarus with Nico, but that didn't mean he was fine, far from it, he had nightmares, hallucinations and many reactions to his experiences in Tartarus, and his friends were there to help him, and Nico too, at the end. * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • * • I'm not very good with summaries, but they are short chapters about everyone comforting Jason during or after panic attacks, nightmares, etc. The chapters obviously have a connection to each other, and they happen after Nico, Reyna and Coach Hedge leave to take Athena Paternos to the camp.

(an unseen world) sorry my book cover messed up😭

Sam Will killed herself. No goodbye nothing, she did it thinking that it wouldn't matter but her best friend Lily is a completely different story. She changes from the passionate and caring girl to the worst she can be. And when she starts hallucinating about everything Sam might have wanted to tell her, her thoughts take a different turn with her mind trying make sense of all she sees

Willow meets a group of boys, yet one, Oliver, stands out to her. Is he just part of a scheme to see her vulnerable, or will they be able to skip town and be together?

Everyone keeps telling you that you're seeing things, that everything happening isn't real. You know she was there. You know what you've felt, seen, heard. You know everything was real but they don't believe you. First time actually publishing my stories. Senior yr so I won't have a ton of time to work on it. This has been sitting in my head and partially in my notes app for like a year atp.