Darkaesthetic Stories

This is not a story about finding love. It's a story about choosing to remain. About two people who do not fix each other. Do not save each other. Do not make promises they can't keep. They show up. They stay. They learn the shape of each other's silence. Everything else is noise.

Three brothers. One throne. A legacy built on blood. In the heart of the Kim Dynasty, there was no room for mercy. Kim Hoseok was the eldest, the heir, and the light of the family-until his "sunshine" heart became his greatest liability. Deemed "unfit" by a father who demanded a monster, Hoseok was cast into the shadows, his memories shattered, and his place stolen. Years later, the "Lost Sun" returns, but he isn't the brother they remember. Kim Taehyung and Kim Jimin-the Twin Pillars of the underground-have grown into the very monsters their father desired. They are cold, ruthless, and inseparable. They were supposed to protect the family legacy, but they have a different plan. They don't want the throne. They want their brother back. And they will burn the entire city to the ground to keep him safe from the man who broke him. In a world of cold-blooded killers, can the light ever truly return? Or is some damage too deep to mend? (For all the media used in this story, the credit goes to the rightful owners)

Kuch singhasan sone ke nahi hote. Kuch khoon se bane hote hain. Raktima Rajvanshi ne kabhi rajya nahi chaha. Par jab khoon se bana singhasan usse mila, usne peeth nahi dikhayi. Us rajya mein, jahan har raja ka ant khoon mein likha gaya tha, wahan ek rani aayi - jo na royi, na tooti, na jali. Singhasan ne khoon maanga. Raktima ne niyantran diya. Log usse Queen kehte hain, par ve nahi jaante - woh pehle ek behen hai, jo apni chhoti behen Nayra ke liye poori duniya se lad sakti hai. Aur phir aata hai woh aadmi - jo rajya ka nahi, na hi rani ka hai. Ek raaz, ek kitab, ek pracheen sangathan jo vishwas karta hai ki jo prakriti ke niyam todta hai, use mitna hi padta hai. Raktima ka rajya khoon se juda hai. Uska bhavishya ek faisle par tika hai. Kya woh singhasan ki rani banegi... ya uska shikaar? Queen of Blood ek kahani hai shakti ki, balidaan ki, aur us khoon ki jo sirf marne ke liye nahi, raaj karne ke liye behta hai.

this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the the target? Or am I the gun?

She is the only human he would protect... And a shadow that won't let her survive.

📖 RELIQUIA MUNDUS 🕯️ The world did not end when the gods failed. It simply... became silent. When prayers went unanswered and miracles turned into forgotten relics, the world was forced to learn how to exist without the voice of the heavens. Alexa is not a hero. He was not chosen by prophecy, crowned by destiny, nor saved by light. He is only someone who chose to stay- in a world already abandoned by its gods. Alongside ancient relics that still remember blood and sacrifice, alongside beings who have lost their purpose but not their will, Alexa walks through the ruins of mythology: fallen gods, frozen worlds, and truths too heavy to be spoken. On that path, he meets Eri- a small child left alone in a world too cruel to allow her tears to matter. It was not fate that brought them together, but a single, quiet decision: to not turn away. RELIQUIA MUNDUS is a story about: a world after the gods have failed, ancient weapons that still carry the will of the past, sacrifices no one ever witnessed, and a hand that chose to remain, even when the world demanded release. This is not a story about saving the world. It is a story about why the world is still worth saving.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♥️ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ 𝓼𝓲𝓷 ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴀɪʟᴏʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 🖤 ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓮𝓼 ᴏʀ 𝓥𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭🥀. ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ 𝓟𝓻𝓪𝔂. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘆.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑲𝑶𝑽 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 ❝ 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊. 𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖞 𝖒𝖊. ❞ 𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔁 𝓓𝓮'𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓸𝓿 is a beast carved from cold fury and hardened by a world that knows no mercy. A ruthless Mafia Don poised to seize the underground, he is a man of silence and violence. But after a deal turns into a bloodbath, Kalix is forced into the shadows-taking an undercover position he loathes: a temporary bodyguard to a Prince. 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓝𝔂𝓻𝓮𝓿 𝓥𝓸𝓵𝓴𝓸𝓿 is the Crowned Heir of the Volkov Legacy, and he is everything Kalix hates. Sassy, flirty, and unapologetically messy, Nyrev is a storm in silk. He is used to getting whatever he wants with a tilt of his head and a sharp smile. And right now? He wants the stone-faced monster standing in the corner of his room. Nyrev pushes. He flirts. He tests every boundary Kalix has built, desperate to see a single crack in that iron composure. But Kalix remains a ghost-cold, professional, and infuriatingly distant. Until Nyrev stops trying. The moment the Prince turns his back, the moment the attention vanishes, Kalix loses the leash. He doesn't just want a reaction anymore; he wants total possession. In the darkness of the palace, the "bodyguard" becomes the predator, breaking the Prince until his sassy remarks turn into ragged sobs and his defiance turns into a desperate plea to be held. 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖞. "𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖎... 𝖒𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖒 𝖙𝖊, 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎š𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖎. 𝕹𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖌𝖚 𝖛𝖎š𝖊,"

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒚𝒛𝒆𝒗 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝔂𝔃𝓮𝓿 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼𝓷𝓽 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽. 𝓘𝓽𝓼 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. They call him the Leader. Cold, ruthless, and carved from the Siberian ice, 𝒟𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓻𝓲 𝒦𝓷𝔂𝔃𝓮𝓿 doesn't believe in mercy-only dominance. As the eldest heir to the Knyazev throne, he has spent his life becoming the monster his father demanded. He thought nothing could crack his armor... until he met 𝒱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝒟'𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓸. Vivian was a ghost in the making, a boy with a soft heart trapped in a world of knives. When his family's sins fall onto his shoulders, he is sold to the one man who knows no pity. Vivian was supposed to be a sacrifice. He was supposed to break. But every time Dimitri pushes, Vivian pushes back, igniting a fire that threatens to melt the Knyazev ice. But Dimitri isn't the only storm brewing in the Knyazev house. 𝒮𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝒦𝓷𝔂𝔃𝓮𝓿 ,the Ice Queen of the Bratva, lives for order and discipline. She doesn't play games. That is, until she meets ℒ𝔂𝓻𝓪 ℛ𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸. Lyra is chaos in human form-reckless, wild, and determined to be the thorn in Silvia's side. Between them lies a history of secrets and a tension that could burn the whole city to the ground. 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙, 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌? "𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞, 𝖁𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖓. 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛

Halloween is truly a festive time of year. Spooky stories, haunted houses and vampires that you can't help but thirst over because you're weird like that. That's why Hale Woodsen's inviting you to the Traitre Museum. You know, that weirdly atmospheric place near 86th, the one with the dome ceiling? Yeah. There'll be music. Shadows. Smoke machines. Candlelight that definitely isn't safe. Maybe even a Ouija board or two. Costumes are absolutely mandatory - don't come dressed like a civilian unless you want to be sacrificed mid-party for the aesthetic. For everyone has suffered a tragedy recently, the disappearance of Luca Almirez. For those who don't know (you're living under a rock), the basketballer disappeared a month or two ago, after the biggest game of his life. Nothing's been found about him, and to be honest? We're not sure if there ever will be. He was a best friend, a gifted sportsman, and overall a beloved member of society. Perhaps this is Hale's way of battling the grief. Since, you know, he was Luca's best friend. He's trying just as hard as everyone else to get to the bottom of this. His list of suspects is never ending, from Cady Lovaine to Ruel Cruz, to even Reverie Vale and Leslie Wilde. But they have hunches too, and so the story continues, dangerous and twisted. But that's not everything. If you want to get all the details, let's leave the Halloween party. Let's go to the 2nd of August, where everything began.

Quiet Catastrophe is a dark, intimate tale of two broken lives colliding by accident and binding by pain. Raghav, a Class 12 student drowning in academic pressure, family silence, and the aftershocks of a failed love, meets Prisha in the most tragic way possible-on a road that changes both their fates forever. As hospital walls witness confessions, guilt, and fragile connections, their shared wounds begin to speak louder than words. This is not a story about saving someone. It's about being seen, even for a moment-before everything falls apart.

His family was slaughtered. His soul was shattered. To hunt the killer, Kael Thorn made a deal with the devil. Now he walks the earth as a vampire cursed, powerful, and burning for revenge.

Elara Whitmore grew up in a quiet home-far from hugs, far from protection, far from the voices that were supposed to defend her. From a young age, she forced to become a mature person and she learned not to ask, not to fight, and not to hope. At school, she was targeted not for her faults, but for her presence. Words that should never have been spoken began to follow her down the hallway, and Elara chose to remain silent-until silence was no longer enough. Ryan Caldwell was always by her side. Not as a savior, but as someone who saw, listened, and never turned away. In a world that loves to trample on the weak, Elara began to realize that silence can be a shield... and observation can be a weapon. "Just say the word, I'll handle the rest." -Ryan Caldwell "Proceed as planned." -Elara Whitmore This is not a story of screams and blood. This is a story of what happens before a person learns to stand up. And about how silence, when misunderstood long enough, finally stops being a weakness and unknowingly making someone cruel and heartless. happy reading ♥️ 🥇 depth

"The Devil's Violinist" is a story of love, obsession, and the magic of music-where art and dark emotions collide to create unforgettable moments.

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She thought it was just a shortcut - green steps curling up a wall, a path beyond the garden, away from watchful eyes. But what waited behind the green steps wasn't freedom... it was something watching, waiting, and far too real. Trapped between fear and instinct, she runs - through open fields, locked gates, and a world that feels like a dream gone wrong. But the deeper she goes, the more she realizes: some places don't let you leave the same.

Hello! So this is the fourth aesthetic. Enjoy! #7 darkaesthetic

Memory Host By Shanieya S. Wright She woke up with no memory, a baby on the way, and a stranger calling her "home." Jessica Monroe doesn't recognize the house she's in, the face in the mirror, or the man who insists he's her husband. All she knows is something feels deeply wrong. The bruises on her body tell a story she can't remember-and David's soft voice and gentle hands only make her feel more trapped. Each room in the house holds questions. Each locked door whispers secrets. And the journal hidden beneath her bed may be the only key to her past. But the truth is far more dangerous than she could ever imagine. As her memories claw their way back, Jessica must decide: is it better to forget-or survive remembering?

A quiet descent into madness, isolation, and identity loss, this story explores what happens when you're invisible for too long... and when even your own mind stops recognizing you.