Morallygray Stories

He stopped painting the day she died. Until he met me. I only took the job to pay rent - pose for anonymous art students, keep my mask on, pretend I'm just another body. Then he walked in. Lucien Vale. The man the art world worshipped before he disappeared. He paints like he's trying to resurrect something... or someone. He said he wanted me as his muse. He didn't say he wanted my truth, my nightmares, my soul. Now, every new painting he makes looks more like me. And the worst part? I think he knows exactly who I am - and what I've done. He Calls Me His Muse - a story about art, obsession, and the kind of love that feels like being devoured beautifully.

Aelle was born into a kingdom of tradition and duty. For as long as she can remember, she has been expected to serve her ancestor's purpose of defending the mortal kingdoms from divine beings. When a tragic event leaves Aelle's faith in ruins, she isn't sure where to go. Scrambling for an escape, she comes across a young mortal prince who begs for aid in his war. Aelle ultimately decides to take advantage of her only shot at freedom. She's now forced to hide her identity while grappling with the horrors of war, shattered beliefs, and a strange young man who's determined to follow her through the bloodshed. ____________________ Chapters will update 1-2 times a month! If you have any suggestions or ideas, I'de love to hear them! Maybe I'll shift the plot around if the idea's popular enough. Happy reading! >:)

They were daughters of the Sun, serving the gods from morning to night. Illari followed the rules. Her sister broke the most sacred one. Fearing her discovery, Illari sent her twin away. It seemed like the perfect solution--her sister would join an envoy to the sacred Sun Palace and her transgression would be forgotten. The plan was a mercy, a second chance. But the Son of the Sun wasn't looking for more prayers, he came for blood. By the time Illari realized her mistake, it was too late. Embittered and disillusioned with the gods she once loved, Illari swears to be their undoing. But how does one kill a god? Leveraging her knowledge of ancient blood rites, human sacrifice, and forgotten lore, Illari discovers the one thing Supay, the trickster god of death, wants more than human souls. Intrigued by her offer, Supay unknowingly binds himself to the girl. He is forced to help Illari kill a god, but doing so will upset the balance between life and death-releasing an evil so potent that even the god of war trembles. Supay might be the god of endings, but he's also the Keeper of the Cosmos; the only one that can save the world. But what happens when a mortal steals his heart and his power?

"In a city of glass, trust is the most fragile" In the city of Verriane, magic isn't just power - it's art. Glassmakers trap sunlight in their creations, painters seal emotions in canvases, and every craft carries a fragment of the maker's soul. A seventeen-year-old glassmaker's apprentice thought she understood her craft - until a mirror in her workshop begins whispering secrets that shouldn't exist. When the mirror is stolen, she chases the thief through the city's shadowed streets, discovering a world of hidden powers, dangerous alliances, and mysteries that refuse to stay buried. Every reflection, every secret, seems to lead her closer to a truth she isn't sure she's ready to face, and she discovers that some reflections hide more than they show - and some secrets are worth risking everything to uncover... Slow-burn mystery romance 💔 Hidden royalty 👑 Art-based magic 🎨 Secret societies & glasscraft 🪞 Enemies-to-allies tension ⚔️ Atmospheric fantasy city vibes 🌙 This story is a slow-burn fantasy mystery filled with danger, stolen magic, and soft romance in the dark. Step into Verriane - where every reflection hides a secret. Updates every Monday!

New chapters every few days. 🚨Work actively in progress🚨 ~ She had a past full of ghosts. He understood the kind of pain that doesn't leave visible marks. From the moment they met, something unspoken tethered them together. Years passed, and what started as inocent slowly became something else none of them dared to name. Now, as the world shifts in ways they can't yet understand, the question is not whether they'll find each other, but what will be the cost. He is fighting an internal war against himself; She knows what she's meant to do; But how long will they be able to hide what they have been feeling for so long? As secrets rise and loyalties fracture, they'll have to decide: how far are they willing to go to protect each other - and what are they willing to become?

*Weekly updates on Monday!! They say Infernals are made of ash and ruin. Masters of manipulation, wielding power like a second skin. They are predators among prey, hiding in plain sight. But that's not Wren. At least not really. The stars want to write his story as a monster, but the ones who love him, know that he never wanted to be one. Gods choose the path ahead, forcing impossible decisions, all in the name of stopping a millennia old threat. One they created.

Five years ago, I stood at the altar in white, ready to vow myself to Ronan Vale. My protector, my obsession, my forever. Until a gunshot shattered my world. I survived. But he left. No explanations. No promises. Just a letter as cold as his silence, telling me we were done. Now I'm walking down another aisle. This time to a man I despise. A man who threatens my family, who wears power like a weapon. I swore Ronan was gone forever. I swore I'd never forgive him. But on the day I'm meant to become someone else's bride... Ronan comes back. He stole me once with love. Now he'll steal me again with fire. He says I'm his. He says he'll burn the world before he lets me go again. And the worst part? I should hate every second of being in his house again. But my heart remembers what my pride refuses to. And that terrifies me more than Ronan Vale ever could.

> "He was forged in chains. She was born into power. Together, they're unstoppable - or utterly doomed." A noble girl with everything to lose. A winged weapon with nothing left. But war doesnt wait for love. Lady Zafira LeBlanc was raised to play politics - not survive an uprising. But when the High Council begins to crumble from within and rebels rise under a forbidden banner, Zafira does the unthinkable: she strikes a deal with Raihn - a winged Seraphim outlaw, once enslaved, now feared by the very city she's sworn to protect. He's dangerous. Defiant. Everything she should avoid. But power speaks louder than fear - and war makes monsters of them all. As the court turns on her and betrayal sharpens its blade, Zafira must decide who to trust: The nobles whispering poison in her halls... Or the enemy with wings, secrets, and a voice that burns straight through her defenses. Their alliance is fragile. Their chemistry, fatal. And if they fall - the city falls with them. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romantasy that will keep you on edge.

Jack Price is best friends with ghosts, has a witch for a grandmother, and an education system that thinks he's a troubled, hopeless, weirdo. He's not hopeless. He's just a little different. Different enough to summon the dead. When his parents try to ship him off to summer school to make friends, Jack stumbles into a world of witch hunters, nightmares, and secret societies with his judgmental lizard familiar at his side. On his journey, Jack will meet A sleep paralysis demon with a heart of gold A succubus with morals and standards A bisexual impish puca with sticky fingers and a fellow necromancer who becomes a mother to all who have been forgotten, abandoned, or mistreated.

The Rules of Succession are Written in Blood. - August Vale, the rightful heir to the Vale crime empire, was raised to be a weapon wrapped in silk. Groomed for control and stripped of emotion, he knows that to rule, he must be ruthless. But when his own uncle attempts a devastating betrayal, August is left bleeding out in a city alley, his entire life collapsing around him. His only hope lies with Kade, a former elite black-ops killer known only as 'The Ghost,' who abandoned his life of violence for a quiet existence as a mechanic. Kade wants nothing to do with the war, but August's arrival-and the murder of his neighbor-forces him back into the fire. - Bound by mutual danger, a growing list of bodies, and a terrifying, inescapable attraction, August forces Kade to become his shield, his confessor, and his lover. As they fight their way back to the throne, August must reclaim his empire while Kade must destroy his own moral code to protect the man he saved. THE QUIET PROTECTION TRILOGY. The rules of the underworld are absolute: fear must always conquer love. But when the heir to the most powerful criminal empire in the city finds his salvation in the arms of a retired black-ops killer, the line between duty and desire shatters forever. The Quiet Protection Trilogy follows two generations of lethal men-Sovereigns, Ghosts, and Forerunners-who discover that survival depends on absolute authority, ruthless precision, and the dangerous intimacy forged in blood. The cost of love is high, but in this world, absolute power demands an absolute partner. - CONTENT WARNING: This book is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit MM (Male/Male) erotic scenes and themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised due to frequent and graphic violence, including gunplay, brutal hand-to-hand combat, murder, and non-consensual situations involving betrayal and intense emotional coercion, all set within a gritty, high-stakes criminal underworld.

Shattered dreams. Shattered life. Miroska - a boy who once dreamed of leaving a legacy through art - now drowns in a life he never wanted. Born into a family of doctors and engineers, he traded his sketches and sculptures for textbooks and sleepless nights. All to feel loved. All to be "enough." He studies, obeys, and breaks quietly beneath the weight of their expectations. A heart drained, a soul fading - and yet, a tiny spark of hope remains. One day, he tells himself, I'll live for me. That day begins when he meets Vanya - a carefree, struggling sculptor who chased his passion and lost everything else. Family. Stability. Love. But unlike Miroska, he's free - and happy in his ruin. Their worlds collide: the boy who buried his dreams, and the boy who burned everything for his. As their bond deepens, their art and pain intertwine, leading them down a path of beauty, obsession, and destruction. Everyone has dreams. But one chose what the other couldn't. Revived dreams. Broken family.

He was born poor, weak, and kind-hearted - the boy who apologized to the rain. The world ignored him, mocked him, and crushed every ounce of his innocence. But when a gentle soul is pushed too far... the line between good and evil begins to blur. This is the story of a boy society tried to break... and the villain he became. A tale of kindness, cruelty, and the dark truth of a world that shapes monsters from the pure-hearted. Warning: Emotional, dark, and thought-provoking.

"Never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to survive." Thinking about trying to describe the whole story in just one sentence gives me an aneurysm, but here's what you can expect: psychological tests, found family, feminine rage, accurate mental health depiction, alternate realities, confusing twists and turns, odd goings-on, diverse characters, mystery, survival instinct, etc. This is chapter one. All my writing is completely clean while still being intense, heavy, and plot- and character-focused. This story is my 5-year-long, work-in-progress, pride and joy. So, while I am here seeking as much constructive criticism as I can get, please handle with tact :)

Dive into the mind of Wade, the dangerous anti-hero whose love is as deadly as his wrath. These are his monologues-his confessions, his warnings, and his promises. Will you dare to listen? #89- mobster #32- morally grey

At what point does magic become science? And in a world already saturated with unbelievable quirks of biology, who's to say they are the only source of abnormality? Magic lives forgotten like the myths of old, but just because your forgotten... it doesn't mean you don't exist. What defines a hero? And how far is too far in the intent of removing corruption? Let's take a look... (Art by Auramark on Pinterest)

"the origin of sin , buried deep in the heart of snow. a goddess that once blessed us ,now we fear for our very own lives.to the glory that will shine upon this world. strike us down and build the world anew." but before that , we have our own problems to solve. an organization so deeply rooted in the country that even the government has to join , and yet their very next boss to be, might just have another goal in mind,blessed by the goddess?no , they might aswell be cursed,pursuing your carrier and searching for your origins can coexist, yes , only if you werent in an organization that cuts you off from anyone outside. well at least she's favored enough for them to turn a blind eye. -Gore warning?-

Rumpleteazer is up to her tricks again. But she likes to pick on one cat in particular...

Two liars co-author each other's downfall through chaos, mutual understanding, and a game of emotional chicken. Enemies-to-lovers-to-co-conspirators-to-who-even-knows-who-they-are-at-this-point. #1 Philosophical (July '25) #1 Character Study (June '25) #1 Intellectual (Sep '25) #1 witw (Oct '25) #1 Threats (Nov '25) ‼️DISCLAIMER: This story includes mature themes, irredeemable chronic use of foul language, as well depictions of criminal activity (for entertainment purposes only, none of which should be reproduced in real-world scenarios). ["- I twirl your hair, whisper poetry into your soul, threaten your peace of mind - and that gets a 'would not recommend'? And then... you orgasm over ground beef. In my presence. - Mmmhmmm. Best MEAT I've had in a WHIIIILE. Soooooo good..."] ["I had a goldfish once. Loyal. Very dependable. Floated just right. Watched me with those glassy little eyes until it gave up."] ["- Should I clap? - Mmm~ depends. Are you touched? - Wanna touch me? Massage my shoulders or something. They're stiff as fuck from carrying the CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR BULLSHIT!"] ["You don't fall for a person. You fall for the way they fit your scars. ...It's terribly poetic. I might kill someone over it."] GENRE: Immaculate degeneracy/theatrical sadboy horrorcore. Dark comedy neo-noir satire wrapped in romantic nihilism, criminal drama, and metafictional mayhem - like if a philosophy major and a con artist co-wrote a heist while flirting through existential dread (ft. Pigeon). ⚠️ Contains unstable metaphors, masked intimacy, and disturbing amounts of velvet smirking. NOTE ON FORMAT: Dialogue is tagged with 'SCRIBE:' or 'HISOKA:' to mark speaker changes. No new tag = same character is still talking. Think of it like a script. [I don't own Hisoka. No one does. (But credit goes to Yoshihiro Togashi.) Don't own the rights to songs added via links either, the rest is original]

#8 - mysterious past #3 - grumpymeetssunshine #3 - grumpyman #8 - sunshinegirl "In Willow Creek, a quiet salesman and a lively designer cross paths in a small shoe shop. He's all mystery, she's all charm. A slow-burn connection begins-but what secrets hide behind his silence?"

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧) 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫.