Night Stories

Orario, the city of adventurers' paradise. Everyone who comes there has their own ambitions. Some want to become strong, some dream of restoring the pride of their race, and others aspire to become rich and famous. Among them are those who can be considered naive or foolish-those who wish to become Heroes. Of course, Emiya Shirou is one of the foolish ones.

(BxB) It was just supposed to be a simple camping trip. It was supposed to be a time where Aiden could take some time out and get away from the city. Perhaps he went a bit too far into the woods, as there was more than what he had ever expected within the trees.

** Fanfiction This is another fan fiction of Love Syndrome. All thanks to the author for making us obsessed with the characters. This story is switch from Love to Mafia Syndrome . Day continues to work in mafia as Kamol's right hand and takeover once Kamol retires. This brings back the Day , the gangsta. He is ruthless.

Having unified Britannia and established the Fairy Kingdom, Shirou returned to Japan in 1993. "Fuyuki... what a peaceful city..." He had thought he could spend the rest of his life in quiet peace, but then he caught sight of an unexpectedly familiar figure. "Morgan!! When did you get here?" Blonde Girl: "Just now some lunatic mistook me for Jeanne d'Arc, and now this... Seriously, how could anyone possibly confuse me with my royal sister? I'm King Arthur!" Shirou: "That's hilarious. If you're King Arthur, then who am I?" ... This is a fan translation of 从妖精国归来的士郎 by 角宿一. Please consider supporting the original author if you can.

❛ some souls find each other again and again. ❜ ❪ annabeth chase x fem!oc! ❫ battle of the labyrinth ╱ blood of olympus. © moonyyll 2026.

While the Moon Kingdom experiences 364 days of night, the Sun Kingdom experiences 364 days of daylight. For the remaining day, the Moon kingdom lives daytime for the day and the Sun kingdom lives night. This situation means festival for one kingdom and apocalypse for the other.

What starts as responsibility slowly turns into attachment... and attachment into something impossible to walk away from. When she suddenly disappears, his desperate search for her forces him to face the truth- she was never just his liability.

He wakes up every morning feeling like something is missing, even though nothing in his life has changed. School is normal. Days repeat. Nights pass. But in the quiet moments between sleep and waking... something doesn't feel real. And then there are the dreams. At dawn, when the world is neither night nor day, he meets someone he cannot fully remember when he wakes up. A girl with a fading face. A voice that feels familiar, even though he knows it shouldn't be. The more he dreams, the more reality starts to feel wrong. And somewhere between what is real and what is not... a single question begins to grow: Was she ever just a dream?

TARTARUS A Road Novel About the Hell We Carry Inside He bought a ticket to Nowhere. That was all. A tired station at 2:30 in the morning. One working ticket window. Damp asphalt. Cheap perfume. People hugging each other before the road took them away. Then he stepped onto the bus. The driver looked like a man who had seen too much of humanity and kept driving anyway. The route made no sense. The road kept changing. Passengers disappeared. Memories became places. Old guilt boarded without asking. And somewhere between rain, silence, bad coffee, strange stops, and a destination no one could explain, he began to understand the worst truth of all: Tartarus was not waiting at the end of the road. He had been carrying it inside himself for years. Darkly funny, strange, and painfully human, TARTARUS is an existential road novel about guilt, escape, self-deception, and the moment a man finally stops running from his own life.

The world knows him as a legend. A man whose voice can fill stadiums, whose footsteps can stop time, and whose smile can make millions believe in magic. But behind the glittering stages, sold-out tours, and endless headlines, there is another side of Michael Jackson-one hidden beneath moonlit skies and silent hallways. Y/N knows what it's like to wear a mask, too. As a young star rising faster than she ever imagined, she is living the dream everyone envies. Yet fame has a way of turning admiration into isolation, and soon she finds herself trapped between who the world expects her to be and who she truly is. When a chance encounter brings her into Michael's orbit, she discovers someone who understands the loneliness that comes with living under a spotlight that never seems to dim. Their connection begins quietly-in late-night conversations, stolen moments away from flashing cameras, and shared dreams beneath the stars. But as the pressures of fame, public scrutiny, and personal struggles begin to close in, both Michael and Y/N are forced to confront the darkness they've spent years hiding from. Through whispered promises, moonlit walks, and melodies that seem to say what words cannot, they learn that even the deepest shadows cannot exist without light. And when the night grows darker than either of them ever imagined, they must decide whether to let it consume them-or follow the faint glow waiting on the horizon. Filled with subtle echoes of moonlight, stardust, and songs that seem to linger in the air long after they end, When Nightfall Comes is a story about finding hope in unexpected places, holding onto faith when the world feels cold, and discovering that sometimes the brightest light comes after the darkest night.

the moon has always listened. these poems are conversations held beneath silver light; of ghosts lingering in forgotten corners, of hecate's torch upon lonely roads, of nature's endless cycle of death and rebirth, and of cherished relics from childhood that refuse to be left behind. gothic in spirit and victorian in voice, conversations with moon is a collection of my hauntings, memories, and quiet wonders gathered as above, so below.

They loved each other before they knew who they were. But becoming who they are changes everything between them.

If you guys are wondering who satoshi and sylvie are they are characters I created also they are rabbits not humans. satoshi has had a crush on Sylvie for a very long time but dosent know how to tell her so, When someone asks sylvie out on a date and she agrees satoshi gets incredibly jealous and starts going on a killing spree.

★ It all starts as soon as 16-year-old Sara Jean locks eyes with the most beautiful boy - Everett James - she's ever seen on a beach one fateful day. Together, they count the stars, and underneath the starry night sky, also exchange their numbers. As Sara keeps texting and meeting up with Everett, she finds that the stars are slowly aligning. Secrets spill, and each moment spent together pushes them closer and closer... • • • Started - 6/12/25 Concluded - N/A

When Fabian Carter returns to his grandfather's quiet countryside town, the last thing he expects is to find inspiration in the stars. ‎something he's never truly understood. But everything changes the night he meets a mysterious girl who never leaves her window, a girl who sees meaning in the stars in a way he never could. ‎ Drawn by curiosity, and something he can't explain, Fabian finds himself drawn back each night, chasing not just her... but the inspiration he's been missing all along. ‎ Perhaps Somethings are meant to remain unknown. * ... *

What is a good name to call someone who has a pointy hat, wears dark outfits, owns a flying broom, does hexes and spells and is super powerful?! Well isn't that kinda rude, but it's true. My name is Ruby Mysticflame and I'm a 15 year old teenage girl, but not just any average teenage girl. I'm a witch, but a good witch...I think...?! And also I'm supposedly the Bearer of all magic, the saviour of this world and the bridge between good and evil!?!? What a story! And in this story you'll be seeing a lot of witches, wizards, immortals, mortals, angels, goddesses, warlocks, sorcerers, sorceresses, mystical creatures etc. Join me on my adventure in the Fantastic World of Witches and witness the curses, drama and all the friends we make along the way! (Authors Note: Hiiiii guys glad you are checking out this story, which is my own original story by the way, I just wanted to say that none of the images used here are mine. They belong to other amazingly talented people...or AIs?! 🤔WHO KNOWS HEHEHEHAHAHA)

The night 16-year-old Ophelia Diaz hung off the ledge of a fifty-floor building was certainly a strange one, but it was nothing compared to the nights she would experience with her two demigod friends, Percy and Odessa. As she travels on a quest to seal a rip, one between the mortal world and the dream world, she realizes that she has more power than she thought. But does she want it?

She only had one mission that night, find the next name on the list. Simple enough. Until every clue led to another lie. Until every answer came with a price. Until the people around her started looking more suspicious than the names she was chasing. Because not every story gets a happy ending. And in a game where everyone knows how to pretend, one wrong move could cost her everything. Will she find the truth first... or become part of it?

SUMMER AND WINTER WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE TOGETHER,YET ONE CAN'T SURVIVE WITHOUT THE OTHER.... Riwa, Princess of the Summer Kingdom. Beautiful ,fierce and brave. She is a contestant in the Elysium games which results in her getting stranded on a hostile island with none other than the infuriating commander of the Winter realm. Kayvon , The Winter commander. He is as arrogant and powerful as he is handsome . Riwa can't stand Kayvon but she has to admit he is good at slaying monsters, jumping off mountains and everything else that it takes to survive on this dangerous island. Riwa doesn't want to be anywhere near him because he is the enemy of her kingdom , but Kayvon makes her question everything she has ever known. The fragile alliance they have unwittingly formed has the power to topple kingdoms. WILL THEY FIGHT TOGETHER OR WILL THEY FIGHT AGAINST EACH OTHER??

Excerpts from books I'll never write, poems, scenes and imaginings - all written in the early, untouchable hours of the early morning. Basically a brutally honest recount of where my head is in the twelve-four.