Innerdemons Stories

•ＳＹＰＮＯＳＩＳ• 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊 isn't your typical ordinary teenage girl. In fact, 'ordinary' is the least word to describe who and what she is. She is a master of stealth, a virtouso of violence, and a deadly assassin known in the underworld as Velvet Viper. Feared by many, no one dares to cross her path. She is considered a devil in her own right. One day, Valentina stumbles upon a truth that shatters her entire existence: she has a family, a revelation that could ignite chaos and destruction. Despite this revelation, both sides have kept secrets from each other, secrets that, once revealed, will leave them in utter shock. The question remains: will they ever open up and confront these hidden truths, or will they forever remain concealed in their own shadows? _________________________________________

A young man's life takes a dark turn after a tragic accident leaves him with a rare and unsettling physical condition. Plagued by social anxiety, he retreats from society, hiding himself away to avoid the stares and whispers he fears his condition might attract. His world is small, confined, and lonely, drained of colour and hope. But everything shifts when a new neighbour moves in - someone whose presence may offer a chance for change. Could this unexpected connection bring light back into his life, or will his unique affliction forever bind him to a world of solitude? Updates will be on Mondays and Fridays. Narrations will be in Tamil + English. -Mahish

​Growing up as a pariah was hard, but it was nothing compared to the war brewing in the shadows. I've spent my life fighting the entity inside me, praying for the one thing I could never have: a family. But the darkness I carry isn't just a shadow-it's an ancient, destructive force that the world is now desperate to claim.​ Now, the supernatural world has arrived to reclaim its prize.​They want the demon. They want the power. But they don't understand one thing-I've already lost everything I've ever loved. And when you have nothing left to lose, you become the most dangerous weapon on earth.

Secrets lie buried in shadowed corridors, memories long forgotten clawing their way to the surface. The past refuses to release its grip, dragging everything deeper into darkness. Flickers of light appear, brief and fragile, offering glimpses of escape-but each attempt only reveals the abyss is deeper than before. Every hidden truth, every unspoken moment, waits patiently... ready to consume.

အောက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ရှောင်းမော့ အထက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ချူကျင့်လန် Total - 137

Kaira has always been strong - or at least that's the lie she learned to live with. Because strength means nothing when the enemy you fear... lives inside your own mind. Her past doesn't visit her in memories. It attacks her in dreams, in the silence between breaths, and in the voices that don't always feel like her own. Some days she wakes as herself. Some days... she doesn't. There is a child inside her who cries to be held. A protector who whispers warnings in the dark. And a darker presence - the one with trembling hands, the one who remembers the night Kaira swears never happened. Everyone tells her to "face her fears." But how do you confront a truth buried in the versions of you that rise when you're too weak to fight? Kaira has spent years running, healing, breaking, trying again. But wounds don't close just because she's exhausted. Some pains don't fade - they wait. And when the memories finally claw their way back, Kaira must decide whether to survive them... or take revenge on the past that stole her life. This is the story of a girl at war with her own mind - and the selves who might save her... or destroy her.

Twenty years ago, Ren Kurogami returned home to find his entire village erased-reduced to silence by a demon he couldn't comprehend. But something answered him that day. Not a weapon. Not a miracle. A god. Now, Ren walks a dangerous path alongside a team of warriors-each carrying their own power, their own past, and their own reason to fight. Aikari, whose water flows not just with strength-but with unwavering loyalty. Kuroha, a shadow that hides more than it reveals. Shin, the mind that sees what others miss. Daiki, a storm that lives for battle. Together, they hunt demons that grow stronger... smarter... and far more dangerous. But the greatest threat isn't what they face. It's what Ren carries. Because the power inside him isn't meant to be controlled. It's meant to take over. So he keeps his eyes closed. Not out of fear- But because it's the only thing holding that power back. The only thing keeping the god inside him from breaking free. And the more he's forced to fight... The harder it becomes to keep them shut. And when his eyes open... There may be nothing left to save.

"I...I can't even buy you a flower, let alone a beautiful one." He murmured, looking away quickly as if shame had stolen his courage to hold her gaze any longer. Her sharp eyes roamed quietly over his face, the stillness in them swallowing every flicker of emotion. And yet, almost without her realising it, her eyes softened, never leaving his face. At that very moment, the fused bulb in the dark room which everyone believed would never light up again, flickered softly. Barely lightening the room and yet that was enough. Then slowly, she brought both her hands forward from behind her back, revealing a stack of white and pink papers. "I will teach you how to make a flower from paper, just one, okay?...and in return, you'll have to give me many." She let out the words with no ounce of hurry, a rare calmness running beneath them as if it was not the first time she had said something like that, something very childish and so unlike her. Something even she had never expected from herself. And the way she had said those words, the way her eyes held his exhausted face, made him slowly lift his eyes from the ground and look at her, finally. "Deal?" She asked, raising one of her eyebrows. He nodded slowly. Everything she had said to him was unpredictable, unexpected, almost childlike and so unlike her. And yet the moment those words descended from her lips and scattered into the waiting winds, they softened and turned into something beautiful, very beautiful. That his heart, deep as an endless ocean instinctively gathered, held and treasured them like lost pearls, waiting to be given by her and found by him. And slowly, from the depth of his honey-kissed eyes, warmness emerged and quickly traced its path to his lips, molding them into a delicate curve, one the world would call a smile. "The most beautiful sunflower, more beautiful than any rose, any lotus, beyond all that exists in this world." She whispered, her gaze following him as he left the room.

After a harrowing encounter with an unknown jungle terror, Reece Parker finds himself held captive inside the grounds of an elite boarding school. However, when his newfound, raw abilities begin drawing more of the beasts, he's forced to quickly master his powers and navigate the complex dynamics of his fellow students. While racing to protect the school from an escalating threat, he soon learns that leaving might not be an option.

It is not about trauma or healing but the space in between. Thoughts that have been quiet for too long. If you ever felt unheard , unseen , misunderstood.. This is for you as much as it is for me <3

The night they broke her, they laughed-because they thought she would never rise again. They were wrong. Pain didn't destroy her; it educated her. Every insult sharpened her mind. Every betrayal hardened her heart. She learned that survival isn't about staying kind-it's about staying alive. She once believed silence was strength. Now she knows silence is only dangerous when it ends. This is not the story of a girl waiting to be saved. This is the story of a woman who learned how to ruin the lives of those who ruined hers. 😈🖤 And this time, she is not asking for mercy.

15 yr old Jessica Rodriguez had a difficult upbringing after telling her mother about what happened with her step father her mother kicked her out of the house at the ago of 9 yrs old she had to do sexual favors for transportation as the guys offered her a place to stay and offered her a record deal as a solo artist but when she is found beaten and raped and reluctant to press charges putting herself in more risk but that doesn't stop the detectives in doing whatever they can to help this girl.

War. Treachery. Death. Sorrow. This is all I know now. If only there was a way to escape it, but that's never going to happen. Why? Because the world is changing. The world just left a two thousand year long war. The world has a few growing pains to get through, and it looks like I'm getting thrown into it. Highest: #21 in conquest Currently: #169 in darkfantasy, #11 conqueror This book is the first narrative of the Revolution and War series and follows the historical events of The Draconic Records.

Trilby didn't lose herself all at once. No. The wheels began turning slowly but surely, when she met with the father she'd last seen as a mere toddler and the family he chose over her. They are nothing like her, and they make sure she knows it. From the moment Trilby steps into their perfect home, all dripping wet while dragging her drenched and heavily packed suitcases on their grey Persian carpet, she is not so subtly glared at. She is condemned. Her fate, sealed. In a mansion built on appearances and silence, she quickly becomes the cold reminder of what her father, their dad, once did. Every look strips her down, every dinner turns into a quiet execution and it's not long before every argument is about her. Surrounded by cold smiles, unspoken resentments, a family that wants absolutely nothing to do with her and nowhere to go after her mother blatantly forsook her for her new husband and her two step children, Trilby mistakes survival with self-destruction. By the time her mother, the reason Trilby is with her father's other family, notices or her father finally looks closer, the signs are no longer warnings but wreckage. Trilby is broken beyond repair and a long lost course. Yet somewhere in the quiet aftermath of her destruction, the world seems to hold its breath, waiting. Trilby's life, once a predictable arc of reckless choices and fleeting pleasures, is now teetered on an edge she hadn't realized existed. A pivot she didn't see coming, a whisper of something, or better yet a certain someone, who'd always been there, but she'd been too blind to note. But now, faced by her new cold reality of raw pain and emptiness, his presence seemed to pulse with unspoken significance. As though he had been waiting for this exact moment, waiting for her to stumble, to break, to see. And in that realization, chilling yet oddly comforting, Trilby feels the first strange tug of a new path opening, one that might lead to more ruin or revelation...

Romance, Sadness, Happiness, Reality, you name it. You'll find a variety of emotions and a heap of mine too. Delve deeper Into the Sea of Poetry if you dare! ~~~ If any of these pieces seem to go along the lines of another peice you have read, i assure that this book was not meant to be a copy and was written through pure imagination. Please, do not copy or steal my work without asking me. Thank you for understanding. ~~~ Volume One

My second month at U.A. feels like a bruise that won't stop pulsing. After the first tests I expected courage to be simple. It isn't. It tastes like adrenaline and the metallic whisper of fear. I'm sick of holding back. I'm tempted to call Nega forward, to let that raw force answer when my hands tremble. The thought makes my chest both ache and race. The Sports Festival is a furnace of heat and hungry eyes. Under that noise I will be forced to choose: use him and gain the edge, or keep him caged and risk falling behind. Friends who trust me, rivals who want to break me, the crowd that will cheer whichever version of me shows up. Everything narrows to one pulse. I am terrified of what I might become. I am desperate to prove I can be more. I step onto that platform because running away is no longer an option. Original fanfiction set in a world without the canon characters. I don't own My Hero Academia universe or any of the pictures I use to illustrate my fanfiction.

A world divided. A bitter love. A deadly competition. And no one knows who'll survive. In a world that's divided into four kingdoms, Drakenholt, Aloria, Caldraeth, and Zarynthia, you're defined by your magic. Melody LeClair is a Null-a person with no magic at all-and yet, she's a force to be reckoned with. Trapped in the brutal illegal arenas of the grimy and poor Zarynthia, she fights for money, desperate to care for herself and her younger brother, Ian. But when Melody defeats a legendary Drak with an illusion-creating ability, her life changes forever. Her victory catches the attention of the rich and powerful Drakenholt kingdom, and suddenly, Melody is thrust into a deadly competition known as The Culling. Chosen as one of the four representatives from Zarynthia, she must face off against powerful opponents from other kingdoms, all while navigating dangerous alliances. One of which is Thorne Craine, a prince from the Drakenholt kingdom and the exact symbol of everything Melody has been raised to despise, who sees Melody's fierceness as both a challenge and an opportunity. But as The Culling progresses, it becomes clear that only the strongest will survive. With lives at stake and betrayal lurking at every turn, Melody and Thorne must fight not just for victory, but for their very lives. Trust no one. Survive The Culling.

If you're reading this... it's already too late. Ashen doesn't remember falling. Only that he never stopped. The world around him is wrong. The sky never shifts. The path repeat. And the monsters, they don't chase him. They wait. They speak in voices he recognizes. They finish thoughts he never said out loud. They don't want his life...They want his mind. At first, he fights. Because that's what you're supposed to do,right? Fight. Survive. Escape. But this place doesn't break when it's supposed to. It bends. It rewrites. It remembers. And the deeper he goes... the more it starts remembering him. Fragments surface. Not memories-worse. Truths. Pieces of something he buried so deep even he forgot it existed. This isn't a nightmare. It's not a world. It's a collapse. And every step forward isn't escape, it's descent. Because in MINDFALL,you dont lose by dying. You lose When you no longer recognize the person trying to wake up. Enter Mindfall. Nothing here is chasing you. It's waiting for you to understand.

[Shouto Todoroki x Reader x Katsuki Bakugou] Daughter of the Number Three Hero - Shadow. Daughter of a mother - one who barely stands her. Friends of their childhood - Izuku and Katsuki. All was well, until she unlocked her quirk - one similar to her father. That's when her demons came out.

All these pieces I loathe simply because it's mine. Every pages is for the people who keep sailing blind on a brightly lit world. Photos used aren't mine.