Wellova

Joined July 2025

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I am [Wellova], a horror writer who finds fear in silence and shadows. My stories reveal unseen presences, whispers in the dark, and secrets buried deep—reminding readers that fear is never far, sometimes just behind a door left unopened.

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The Forbidden Mountain of Russia: The Pulse of the Damned
The crystalline resin crept up Donovan’s arms like frozen ivy, a searing cold that burned deeper than any flame. Each tiny, hexagonal facet pulsed with the same faint red light that illuminated the chamber, syncing with the relentless thump-thump-THUMP that vibrated through the metal floor. The reanimated figures—their faces hollowed out by frost and eternal agony—held him fast, their grip iron-strong. The voice of KROVI, a horrifying choir stitched from the stolen voices of the Frozen Five, echoed not just in the air, but inside the very marrow of his bones.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part 10: The Shoreline That Breathes
The world ended quietly—without fire, without judgment—only silence. By the winter of 2026, every map server in the world began returning errors.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part 9: The Cartographer’s Echo
The night over Torrento was unnaturally silent. After the Gate 12 incident, the airport had been sealed for investigation. But rumors spread faster than official silence ever could — travelers spoke of lights moving beneath the runway, of whispers that came through the PA system in a language that wasn’t recorded in any archive.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas – Part VIII: “Echoes of the Erased”
The sea had swallowed Torenza centuries ago—or so history claimed. Yet, three nights after the storm, the city’s silhouette shimmered on the horizon like a mirage refusing to fade.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part VII: Torenza Ascending
It began with a storm that had no center. Meteorologists called it “a closed rotation anomaly,” but pilots flying over the North Pacific called it something else — the breathing sea.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part VI: The Cartographer’s Return
The year was 2027. Torrento Airport had been closed for six months after a “navigation systems failure” that no engineer could explain.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Shadows Beneath Torrento
The night had fallen silent over Torrento. The harbor lights reflected on the water like broken stars, and in the distance, the old observatory stood dark — untouched since Elian Voss vanished months ago. The authorities had sealed it, but tonight, someone had broken the lock.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part IV — The City Beneath the Reflection
The sea outside Torrento was no longer behaving like a sea. At dusk, when the tide receded, the coastline revealed something impossible—fragments of cobblestone streets, faint outlines of doors, and lampposts standing upright beneath the waves.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part III — The Shoreline That Wasn’t There
The waves around Torrento had grown quieter—too quiet for a city built beside the sea. Fishermen whispered that their nets came up tangled with threads of paper instead of fish, and that sometimes, in the reflection of the water, they could see streets beneath the tide.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Drowned Coordinates
It was 2 a.m. at Torrento Airport. The terminal was empty except for the faint hum of cleaning drones. A night guard named Marco was making his usual rounds.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Cartographer’s Oath
When the old world was still folded between paper and belief, maps were considered sacred. Every line drawn was a promise—a shape of truth sworn to exist somewhere beyond the horizon. But in the winter of 1899, a single map was quietly removed from every archive of the Royal Geographic Society. Its name: The Atlas of Tartaria.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
Blue Light — The Last Reflection
They told Dr. Evelyn Shore that the blue lamps were a success because numbers do not lie. In the presentations she watched through a grainy conference camera, graphs sloped down like a prayer: incidents before, incidents after. The lights had been contagious—first Tokyo, then parts of Seoul, a pilot in Berlin, a study in São Paulo. Municipalities called them “a humane intervention.” Neuroscientists called them “a modulatory stimulus.” The press called them a miracle.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction

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The Forbidden Mountain of Russia: The Pulse of the Damned

The Forgotten Atlas — Part 10: The Shoreline That Breathes

The Forgotten Atlas — Part 9: The Cartographer’s Echo

The Forgotten Atlas – Part VIII: “Echoes of the Erased”

The Forgotten Atlas — Part VII: Torenza Ascending

The Forgotten Atlas — Part VI: The Cartographer’s Return

The Shadows Beneath Torrento

The Forgotten Atlas: Part IV — The City Beneath the Reflection

The Forgotten Atlas: Part III — The Shoreline That Wasn’t There

The Drowned Coordinates

The Cartographer’s Oath

Blue Light — The Last Reflection

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