Witwcontest Stories

*A one-shot Novel* When Lanyon returns to his childhood home after years away, he finds Elara waiting-his sister, unchanged yet unsettlingly different, wrapped in white like a spectral bride. Six nights pass under her roof, filled with whispers, reflections that do not match his own, and the groans of a forbidden bed. Drawn by dread and memory, he discovers a truth buried in blood and betrayal: Elara never truly left this house, and her restless sleep has been waiting only for him. A gothic tale of grief, guilt, and the horrors that linger in forgotten rooms.

The Harbinger is gone, but his fall has left a power vacuum and power never stays unclaimed for long. In the fragile dawn after victory, Nocturnis stands at a crossroads. Wounded and rebuilding, the city faces a new threat: the return of the rogue packs, exiles who once lurked in the wilds beyond the walls. Now they rise in alarming numbers, their ranks swelled by deserters, mercenaries, and bitter hearts with nothing to lose. Whispers speak of a hidden leader rallying them with promises of a new order one where the Alphas fall and Nocturnis bows to no crown or council. Tasha Blackwood, still bearing the scars of the Harbinger's war, must navigate the treacherous currents of politics, betrayal, and the uneasy unity of her people. But even as she fights to keep the city whole, she and Alexander are tested in ways neither battlefield nor prophecy prepared them for. Luna and Alpha, bound by love yet pulled by duty, must face the truth: in war, the enemy is clear but in peace, danger can wear the face of a friend. Allies will falter. Old enemies will resurface. And as the drums of rebellion echo beyond the city walls, Nocturnis must decide whether it will stand together, or burn from within? This is a sequel to Loving A Stranger

ADDED TO WATTPAD COFFEE COMMUNITY POPOURRI COLLECTION - 2018 Bits & Pieces. It is a collection of noodles, stories never completed, thoughts I may have from time to time. It's a dump of past 'creativity'. Have a look anytime you like and please comment in any way you see fit, adhering to common sense and good manners. The contents are not to be used in any way without my permission.

What's worse than procrastinating your thesis? Accidentally summoning a shirtless demon boyfriend who thinks you're soulmates. Maya just wanted snacks, Netflix, and maybe a passing grade- instead, she got: 🔥 A demon roommate who refuses to wear shirts ("fabric is a prison"). 🔥 Demon in-laws who crash into her life on skeletal dragons. 🔥 A very dramatic ex-crush riding a pegasus. Now she's stuck in a contract that says she either marries him... or deals with eternal damnation. What in the actual Wattpad is happening to her life?

One moment, Avery was the author. The next... she woke up inside her own novel. Her characters are alive. Her plot is wrong. And Aiden-the man she wrote to break hearts- is looking at her like she's his. The scariest part? She's no longer the one holding the pen. Every page pulls her deeper, every twist makes her question who's really writing the story-her, or something else entirely. And somewhere between fiction and reality, she'll have to decide... does she want to escape this world? Or rewrite it forever?

The abyss was sealed but its echoes still bleed. In the aftermath of war and sacrifice, Elowen and her companions return from the depths of the mountain wounded, but triumphant. The artifacts have been reunited. The old Covenant remade. Selyra has been unleashed but not shattered. But peace is a fragile myth. Rumors whisper through the broken domains of Nocturnis. Entire bloodlines vanish without a whisper. Elemental storms return in unnatural cycles. And from the ashes of forbidden magic, a new power begins to rise: The Duskborne. Born of tainted lineage; half Lycan, half witch, half forgotten sin, they are the children of exile, brought up in shadow, bound together by secrets. Their leader moves like mist across a broken landscape, hunting Elowen... not to kill her, but to claim her. As the old alliances disintegrate and the mysteries of Elowen's heritage begin to surface, the legacy moves in to annihilate her. Torn between the remnants of the guardians and the seductive call of a dark destiny, Elowen must choose: Will she remain a source of balance or the catalyst that annihilates fate itself? Destiny forged her. War shaped her. But love... love can annihilate her. Welcome to Book Two of the Eclipsed by Fate series, where every truth has teeth, and not all monsters hide in the dark. Be sure to read book I, to understand the backstory!

This is not a pandemic story. Or maybe it is. It's about the year I disappeared into my own apartment and found a stranger living there-me. Between sourdough failures and conversations with appliances, I documented the quiet unraveling (and reassembling) of a life put on pause. Think Robinson Crusoe with Wi-Fi and existential dread. Welcome to my hermitage

Y/N's pov- It was a momentary lapse of judgment alright? My rationality went holidaying to the Andromeda Galaxy along with its bestie aka my brain just for a minute or two, and baaaammmm, I end up being spiritually married to a dude who calls himself my husband. He calls himself Lithos- something, oi Lithosphere dude what was your name again? Lethaeus(sighs exasperatedly while pouting)- You wound me, cara mea, it's not lithosphere or anything geographic. (sighs again while running a hand through his hair) Let's do this together, say it with me. It's Le- as in Let me hold you forever, thee- as in Thee summoned, and my very soul responded, and us- as in us being eternally married thanks to you being a chaotic gremlin. (Years later)- Y/N- Oi Lithosphere! You're supposed to be some demon lord dude who makes people forget things, no? Lethaeus(totally used to her misspelling his name deliberately)- yes, dulcis mea, that was my profession until I met you. Y/N(cue sneering and dramatic monologue's beginning)- I knew it, you hugeee cassanova git, how many women did you kiss, huh, before ending up with me, I've watched in a kdrama that mermaids kiss to make people forget them, so of course you too would have similar principles, wouldn't you? The Moirai,Parcae and Norns have to answer the injustice I've been subjected to today. Lethaeus(mentally blacklists that kdrama)- Darling, that's not how things work; only incompetent low-level gods or demons would need physical contact for achieving something that trivial. I can do it with a snap of my fingers Y/N- Ohhh, what if I'm mad at you, and you make me forget that I'm mad at you Lethaeus- cara mia, when I say I'm powerless around you, it's not just romantic, you're immune to my memory manipulations, quite literally. Y/N-woahh, that's amazing(walks away totally satisfied) Lethaeus(sighs in relief)-Now, that was a close call. I almost ignited the furor in her. #WITWContest

Ariel is a loser when it comes to her love life-but nothing could prepare her for accidentally summoning a lust demon. All she wanted was a little luck in love (okay, maybe a miracle) to finally catch the attention of her long-time crush. What she got instead? A six-foot-something, horned, smug-as-sin demon who insists he can't leave until her "heart's desire" is fulfilled. Now, with a company trip to Thailand on the horizon, Ariel's stuck with a fake boyfriend who looks like trouble, talks like temptation, and kisses like... well, that wasn't part of the plan.

"Demon-Fighting Ghostbuster Extraordinaire" is what the tabloids call Axel Sharp. And as much as he hates that moniker (and the movie "Ghostbusters," not sure if it's helping or hurting his cause), it is what helps his next client find him; a 5-year-old boy is seeking help for his demon-possessed-mommy. In his line of work, nothing about that is weird. Except his genetic "gift" to battle paranormal and supernatural activity. Besides that, it's just another Tuesday.

Book 2 of unplanned paths. You might get to understand this book, but I would prefer you read the first part.

VIDHI - I don't know when I started loving him. Maybe even before I understood what love was. Growing up, I realised we belonged to two different worlds, so I tried to stay away. But then, one day, he came to me and said he was attracted to me-yet felt no love. I was hurt. And my foolish heart did the most foolish thing-it kissed him. What followed was a long, exhausting journey of trying to guard my heart against an infatuation that was consuming me... until the day I realised I had to end it before it destroyed me. ABHIMANYU - I'm rich, smart, and handsome. Girls have always been drawn to me. But I've always been clear-marriage, for me, is about power, pleasure, and legacy, not love. Then I saw Vidhi again after years. We had been friends once. But now, seeing her-confident, beautiful, and untouchable-stirred something inside me. I thought it was just attraction. I told her as much. But what happened next turned my life upside down. She fell first. But I fell harder.

Vasundhara Maheshwari never expected London to feel so loud. A small-town theatre artist from Jaipur, she steps into the dazzling chaos of the Royal National Theatre with nothing but her talent, her journals, and the weight of her family's expectations. This was supposed to be her chance-her stage, her escape, her beginning. Then he walked in. Tom Hiddleston-celebrated actor, guest mentor, a man whose world was carved from spotlights and shadows. Their paths should have never crossed. Yet something in his voice, his silences, his gaze lingers too long on hers. What begins as artistic mentorship blurs into something riskier, softer, impossible to name. But the stage is unforgiving. Between unspoken rules, cultural boundaries, and the haunting truth that not every story is meant to be performed, Vasundhara learns that some loves are rehearsed only to be left unfinished. Mysterious, lyrical, and unforgettable, this is not just a love story-it's the story of almost.

I didn't ask to wake up trapped inside a dating sim. Especially since I woke up as the villainess everyone's rooting to lose. But here I am, Yue Valentine: maxed-out charisma, killer style, and a wicked grin that's rewriting the rules. Sweet, clueless Amelia may be the "heroine" destined to steal every heart and save the day, but I'm not here to play by the script. I'm stealing all the love interests, crushing every doom flag, and taking the crown. Five irresistible routes. One unapologetic villainess. And a final twist that even the game can't predict. Welcome to Evermore Academy, where the villainess doesn't just survive, she wins.

Two years have passed since Jayden walked out of Crystal High - and out of Axel's life. Two years since the photo that changed everything, since the whispers, the hate, and the heartbreak that followed. Now a sophomore at Starlight College, Axel thought he'd finally learned how to live with the ache of losing Jayden... until his college went up in flames. With nowhere else to go, Starlight students are forced to merge with their rivals from Whimsical College - a place Axel never imagined would bring him face-to-face with his past. Because standing there, in the crowd of new faces, is Jayden Parker - colder, quieter, and a little more broken than before. And just like that, Axel's world burns all over again. (If you have not read the first book please read it to understand the story)

Ari always believed she was just a reader, a quiet observer of the worlds she filled with ink and imagination. But one day, she wakes to find herself inside a story she once wrote: a town she created, people she imagined, and a boy named Kai, who should exist only on her pages. Confused, frightened, and haunted by the weight of her own creation, Ari navigates a world where the line between fiction and reality has vanished. As she faces the consequences of choices she's written-and those she has yet to make, she learns that stories aren't just mirrors of life... they are lessons in courage, presence, and the power of showing up, even when it's hard. Emerging from a coma, Ari seizes the chance to rewrite her mistakes and shape a new vision. Guided by the lessons she learns from Kai, she brings hope, connection, and redemption to the story she once thought she only controlled on the page. A poignant and surreal journey about the responsibility of creation, the fragility of human connection, and the transformative power of forgiveness, The Story That Woke Me will make you question what is real and what is imagined, and remind you that every choice shapes the world around you.

Time Travelling to the 1950s wasn't in Selena's bucket list, and never in her wildest dreams she ever thought she'd meet James Dean. Will she save him? "Songbird...Don't leave me!!"

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Dying wasn't fun. The aftermath was even less fun.

She wakes up married to her best friend. A child calls her "Mom." Her parents are dead. And the year is 2030. Sarah Isaac was twenty-three when her highborn parents decided her bloodline needed to stay "pure." When she refused to marry Jonah-her second cousin and best friend-they put her into a cryogenic sleep and well.... Why don't you read to find out more 😉 ------ This story was made for the purpose of the #WITWcontest.