Tragicbeauty Stories

"Fame is the prettiest poison - and love is the deadliest of them all." At Haneul University of Arts, talent is worshipped, and perfection is law. The corridors echo with ambition, whispers of scandals, and the ghosts of broken dreams. Beneath the façade of beauty and brilliance, idols-in-training hide their sins behind smiles and shattered glass hearts. Kang Taehyun-controlled, brilliant, and detached-is a prodigy who never falters. Every move, every word, every breath is calculated perfection. But behind his polished image lies a quiet hunger for something real... something untainted. Enter Choi Beomgyu-reckless, magnetic, and dangerously unpredictable. The golden boy who doesn't follow rules, only breaks them. When he transfers to Haneul and becomes Taehyun's performance partner, sparks ignite-too bright, too fast, too forbidden. What begins as rivalry turns into obsession. Between late-night rehearsals, whispered confessions, and music that bleeds vulnerability, they begin to unravel each other's carefully built façades. But in a world where every secret is currency and every emotion a weakness, love isn't salvation-it's self-destruction. As Yeonjun and Soobin's quiet tension simmers beneath unspoken words, and San and Wooyoung's passion flares like wildfire, the walls of Haneul begin to crack. Behind every smile lies a secret. Behind every dream, a sacrifice. Because in the end- to love is to fall... and not everyone survives the fall.

In the cursed region of Evia, where forests bleed and villages pray to gods that never answer, there lies a town forever marked by tragedy: Vaneka. For generations, supernatural creatures -lunar vampires, mud witches, werewolves, and ancient horrors- have ravaged its fields, consumed its prayers, and drained its history of hope. But now, someone walks among the bones. A woman. A hunter. A curse made flesh. Damira Jerovic, also called Damara, Damar, Damaris, Damra... She is Vaneka's final answer. Skin pale as porcelain. Eyes red as cursed embers. Hair as black as a falling shadow. And a rifle loaded with redemption. They call her the Vampireya, but she is neither saint nor monster- Damira is the blade that cuts the impossible. Surrounded by a forest teeming with enemies -the Malkian, the cosmic entity Zoryax, and the obsessive werewolf Valmor Luarcão- and a village that fears her more than it fears its own executioners, Damira becomes myth, weapon, and ruin. This book contains elegies, poetic visions, dark tales, and the testament of a woman who does not fight for glory... but because no one else will. A gothic horror story of cursed love, impossible redemption, and obsessions that leave no survivors. A cross soaked in blood. A scream Vaneka never dared to voice.

Duty is sharp. Devotion sharper. In a world of discipline, honor, and shadowed halls, Lan Wangji's quiet devotion with Xie Lian hides a bond that should never exist. Every glance, every wordless moment carries the weight of unspoken feelings. A story of loyalty, restraint, and the kind of connection that can't be named aloud. -🌟- #wuxia #xianxia #chinesefantasy #darkfiction #forbiddenbond #platoniclove #emotionalwriting #haunting #poeticprose #loneliness

In an ancient, cursed kingdom buried under a dying sun, Princess Wen Huolian is destined to fulfill a prophecy - to destroy the Dragon Lord, Nie Mingjue, and end an age-old curse. But when she flees her forced marriage and the dragon hunts her down, she discovers that prophecy and truth are not the same. Mingjue is not her enemy - he is the curse itself, punished by the gods to live with a heart bound beneath the earth. Huolian's fire was created to kill him... or to free him. In a world where gods fear love more than chaos, Huolian chooses defiance. Together, she and Mingjue burn the heavens, break the chains of fate, and pay the price for freedom - her life for his eternity. Centuries later, in the modern world, a young artist named Lian Wen paints the face of a man she's never met - and dreams of fire and wings. When a stranger with golden eyes visits her exhibition, history begins to repeat itself, and destiny sparks once more. Because some loves are not written in time - they are forged in flame.

"Congratulations on the new role, Mas Tony. But tell me... why take it? Was it just for the optics? Or was it purely viral-based? Since when did you join the circle?" Tony's voice remained a steady anchor. "The President asked. I didn't have the luxury of saying no." Without a word, Mayang flipped open her laptop, revealing a grim mosaic of data. "The logging in Bukit Barisan, the flawed concessions, the shell companies used by forest barons-" Tony exhaled, the words slipping out before he could weigh them. "Yes, I know... this is about deforestation, isn't it?" He regretted it the moment it left his lips. The air shifted. Mayang's gaze ignited with a cold fire; he had just oversimplified her life's work. She didn't lash out. Instead, she looked at the sweet cake on his plate. With a movement so graceful-reminiscent of a leading lady in a high-society wedding scene-Mayang took the plate, cut a small piece, and lifted the fork to Tony's mouth. Tony froze. Detesting a scene, he played along. He accepted the cake. The sweetness flooded his palate, but the atmosphere remained frigid. "Do you like it?" Mayang asked, her tone soft, her eyes like ice. "Yes... it's sweet." "Sweet?" Mayang set the plate down. "Do you have diabetes, Mas?" "No. Why?" Mayang leaned in, locking her eyes onto his. "What you are about to do is treat a small scrape with expensive medicine, while ignoring a chronic case of diabetes. The crimes of the forest barons upstream-that is the disease that will rot the entire body before it kills it. If you are only here to heal the scrape, you aren't an architect of resilience." She paused, her voice a sharp blade. "You're just the clean-up crew they hired to sanitize their conscience." Tony went still. The sweetness in his mouth turned to ash. He realized then: the woman across from him wasn't just a stubborn activist. She was the fusion of integrity and raw power he desperately needed to survive the storm. Happy Reading!

🌊 How the Ocean Drowned the One with Glory By Maren Thorne 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖑: Where Anchors Fail Have you ever seen the sea take down something too mighty to break? Not because it was weak. But because it was glowing. This is not a love letter. It's a warning. To the ones who rise too high, who carry too much light, who think they can sail untouched. The ocean has a type-he's drawn to glory. And when your shine matches his hunger, he pulls you under. Not because you were broken, But because you burned too brightly. This is a poetry story about drowning without water. About carrying salt in your blood until you feel nothing. About becoming something violent just to survive. And about the pain of being watched while you suffer-only to be blamed for burning. He doesn't care how powerful you are. He waits. He swallows. And when he's done, you'll be just a story told in echoes and fossil bones. Because the ocean doesn't destroy the weak-he devours the ones who dared to be strong.

Echoes of the Past When the rain fell, it carried more than memories. Brennan's final moments were filled with visions of a love that never faded - and Diana's dreams soon begin to whisper his name again. A story of love, loss, and the haunting connection that refuses to die. This is only the beginning...

In the shadow of Rome's conquest, a child is born of two worlds-Alonwyn, daughter of an African soldier torn from Aethiopia and a Celtic woman of Gaul. Orphaned by violence and raised by a druid who teaches her the old ways, she grows into a woman revered for her voice, her wisdom, and the uncanny depth of her gaze. But when Rome's legions return to burn her village and desecrate the sacred grove, grief and fury awaken a power darker than she ever imagined. In the ashes of her people, the goddess Carthwyn-she who governs death and sacred terror-offers Alonwyn the Bone Harp, an instrument strung with sorrow itself. With it, she may summon vengeance so absolute it would stain the earth forever. Alonwyn must choose: surrender her spirit to the goddess and let her song become a dirge of death, or defy the divine, bearing the weight of memory rather than bloodshed. Her journey is one of mourning and defiance, where music becomes both wound and healing, and where the gods themselves test the limits of mortal resolve. Myth and history entwine in The Bone Harp, a story of ancestry, vengeance, and the redemptive power of memory. Through Alonwyn's struggle, we are reminded that even in a world devoured by empire, there is strength in refusing to forget-and in choosing life when death beckons.

What remains of a voice once it has burned for someone else? What have love's teeth etched amidst my soul? A collection of fragments stitched from longing, ruin, scent, music and sound. Each piece a ghost reaching for the warmth that scorched it. Echoes navigating the tender wreckage of desire, memory, and identity through layered, sensory writing. I am quite unsure of what I'm doing here, this work will be an amalgam of random spurs of inspiration. The lamentation of a few flaps of skin stitched together by circumstances and attempting to appear human.. Language can be and will be : english, french, italian, german, portuguese - it'll depend on the inspiration that'll come expire on a blank page.

In snowy Sapporo, a boy with a gentle voice sings to keep his family alive. Haruka Aiuchi whistles to neighbors, sings on street corners, and dreams of a future he can barely reach. When his voice earns him a place at an elite singing school, everything begins to change except the past he can't escape. As loss, silence, and betrayal close in, Haruka must face a painful truth: not every song is meant to save the singer. A Songbird's Requiem is a bittersweet coming-of-age story about music, grief, and the quiet moments that shape us. Some songs fade. Some are remembered forever.

When Sera (detective) gets tangled with Hyunwoo (Mafia), then their life takes big turns with unraveling mysteries

EON VEIL A mind-bending sci-fi descent into identity, memory, and the spaces between stars. Adam wakes up alone on a starship called the Eon Veil. No past. No crew. No way home. Only the hum of the ship... and a voice that shouldn't exist. The Eon Veil isn't just sentient-it's responsive. It shifts with thought, adapts to fear, and reshapes itself based on what it remembers about its passengers... Or what it wants them to remember. As Adam explores the ship's labyrinthine corridors, he's pulled into otherworldly simulations, alien planets, and dreamscapes that blur the line between memory and reality. And just beyond the Veil's glass skin, strange celestial phenomena begin to appear, impossible anomalies that pulse and evolve in sync with Adam's mind. The deeper he searches, the more the universe seems to reflect him back at himself. Each step forward uncovers not just the truth of what happened aboard the Veil... But the truth of who he really is. Accompanied by a glitchy, sarcastic AI orb named DeadMouth and a haunting, shape-shifting presence known as NYX, Adam is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: He didn't survive a tragedy. He might have caused it. Or maybe... It never happened. Memory is a fragile construct. Especially when the ship remembers better than you do. THE VEIL is a lyrical, psychological sci-fi epic that fuses cosmic horror, emotional depth, and existential mystery. Perfect for fans of Annihilation, The Expanse, SOMA, Black Mirror, and anyone who likes their science fiction thoughtful, terrifying, and strangely beautiful. He's not just exploring a ship. Or alien worlds. He's unraveling himself, and the universe is listening. Some doors were never meant to open. But some were always waiting... just for him.

Not every story begins with love. Some begin with a curse. When Rosanna Valen locked eyes with him in a bloodstained alley, she didn't know she was staring at the storm that would tear through her world. Nile was supposed to be just another stranger. But his eyes-those river-blue eyes-held memories she never lived, pain she never caused, and a destiny she never chose. What began as a collision of hearts soon unravels into something far darker. Twisted loyalties. Lies passed down like heirlooms. And a bond so deep, even time tried to bury it. As secrets claw their way out of the shadows, and petals fall with every ticking second, Rosanna must choose-between the love that could break her, and the truth that already has. A family bound by secrets. A past stitched in silence. And a love story written in the language of storms and blood. Because some truths were never meant to be known. And some love stories... were never meant to survive.

*The Men from Mumbai* is an emotional, character-driven story about four friends - Rohan, Aarav, Imran, and Sid - who meet in college and build an unbreakable bond while chasing their dreams in Mumbai. It explores how friendship becomes both refuge and redemption in a city that tests everyone's limits. At its heart, the story follows Rohan, a quiet law student hiding a painful past of abuse and abandonment. As he builds a successful career, his trauma quietly shapes his relationships and choices. His friends - Aarav, the ambitious actor; Imran, the practical and compassionate corporate worker; and Sid, the free-spirited artist - each grow into their own lives, yet their friendship remains the single thread tying them together through love, loss, and healing. The narrative moves through years of moving meditation on male vulnerability, mental health, and the silent strength of companionship. It depicts how love, even after loss, continues to live on through memory and transformation. Wouldchanging fortunes and emotional struggles, showing how success cannot erase pain and how true friendship endures even when words fail. When Rohan's internal battles lead to tragedy, his three friends transform their grief into purpose - keeping his memory alive through acts of kindness and art.

⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotional themes including grief, trauma, identity loss, and cosmic violence. While not graphic, it explores intense moments of loss, power, and transformation that may be heavy for sensitive readers. Recommended for readers 16+. 🌌 Seora: The Starborn Flame 🌌 She fell from the stars like a forgotten god-now she must rise as something entirely new. Aurellithe Vael'Serin was born in the heart of a dying sun, a being of celestial fire and gravitational power-last of the Starborn, a race wiped out in silence and flame. When she crashes to Earth in a beam of light and ash, the world changes... and so does she. Raised by monks in the quiet Korean mountains, she is given a name-Seora-and a chance to learn what it means to be human. As she trains in martial discipline and begins to feel the strange depths of mortal emotion, Seora must confront the truth: her power is limitless, but her purpose is not. When a force from beyond the stars returns to claim her, and her only teacher falls protecting her, Seora is faced with a choice that will define the fate of both Earth and herself. She was born to destroy. But she chooses to protect. Even if it costs her everything. ✨ A cosmic fantasy of identity, discipline, and becoming. For fans of celestial mythology, emotional storytelling, and radiant, powerful heroines.

Before the mermaid traded her voice for love, there was another who once did the same. Lira, the witch beneath the waves, has watched countless hearts rise toward the surface - only to break upon it. When a young mermaid comes seeking a spell to love a human, Lira grants it not with malice, but mercy - for she knows what it means to lose everything for the warmth of a heartbeat. But every act of kindness has a cost, and every memory of love, a tide that will one day return.

He never quite belonged. Not to the city. Not to her. Not even to his own reflection. A man, nameless in his final moment, bleeds into the soil beneath a twilight sky-wounded not just in flesh, but in the quiet, constant way that life wounds the misfit soul. He is the ghost of a song lyric. A living ache. A whisper carried too far. And now, in a field that neither judges nor remembers, he waits for the last breath to fade from his chest. ⸻ Inspired by the haunting melancholy of Radiohead's "Creep" and "Let Down," this standalone poetic piece captures a dying man's final thoughts as he slips from the world-alone, forgotten, and yet strangely seen in the stillness of nature. The story does not romanticize death, but it does stare it in the face and find something quietly transcendent: the chemical reaction of blood meeting dirt. The bittersweet hope of someday growing wings. The beauty of unbecoming. For those who've ever felt alien in their own skin... For those who've ever wanted to disappear, but imagined becoming something more instead... This story is not a solution. It's a moment. A funeral hymn for the ones who leave gently, but not without meaning.

Anatolio - Tales of Apollo Pride built him up. Mercy will break him down. Once revered as the golden god of music and light, Apollo finds himself drowning in vanity, drunk on praise and beauty - until Zeus casts him down in a storm of divine fury. Stripped of power, of name, of warmth, Apollo awakens in the body of a beggar, cursed to suffer among the mortals he once ignored. In a poverty-stricken village, freezing and alone, he meets a woman with nothing - except the strength to shelter a stranger and the heart to ask the gods not for herself, but for her children. Now voiceless, nameless, and unknown, Apollo must walk among humans and learn the weight of compassion, sacrifice, and humility. But as his mortal soul begins to stir... the sun inside him is not so easily snuffed out. 🌓 A tale of divine fall and human grace. Of broken gods and unbroken hearts. 💫 He will rise again. But first, he must kneel.