Thriller

Blood Fury Black Dagger Legacy
When you had everything in the world, it never dawned on you that there were chances to miss. Opportunities that were only temporary. Dreams that could not be fulfilled.
By denizan Lawyerabout a year ago in Chapters
Rules of the Game
The taxi sped down the empty road, the hum of its engine blending with the rhythmic pounding of my heart. The driver said nothing, his face illuminated only by the dashboard lights. His expression was unreadable, but his presence was suffocating.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
A Game Begins
After that night, things were far from normal. The keychain and note haunted me, a constant reminder that the nightmare wasn’t over. I kept it hidden in my drawer, but every time I opened it, the words “Round two coming soon” seemed to taunt me.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Return of the Nightmare
Weeks passed, and the memory of the prank faded into the background. Life went back to its mundane rhythm—school, home, extra classes—but every so often, I’d glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see that weathered taxi or the eerie driver lurking nearby.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Shadow Returns
Life went back to normal after the nightmare, or so I thought. For days, I couldn’t shake off the vivid imagery of that terrifying dream. The rain, the curfew, the taxi, and the gun—it all felt so real. My mom dismissed it as a side effect of my late-night thriller marathons.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Mysterious Day
After an extra class last Friday, I was on my way home. I glanced at my watch—it was 6:40 PM. Darkness had already blanketed the city, and heavy clouds loomed ominously overhead. There was no electricity, and the flicker of lightning lit up the sky as thunder growled in the distance. It was about to rain. I decided to run as fast as I could to the bus stop.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Forgotten Inventor
The small town of Meadowridge lay within the rolling hills, silent and heavy with timber. Behind the old mansion stood a decrepit mansion blackened with mystery and enigma. Elias Grayson was its owner, an isolated inventor who had disappeared decades ago. Anyone said he had gone absolutely mad; others spoke of something extraordinary that he hid. Only a few could dare to approach it, and those who did claimed to hear loud mechanical hums when nobody else could.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
An unknown truth hidden in the reverse flow of the river
The day Rani disappeared, the river was flowing in the reverse direction. This strange incident created a stir in the entire village. Rani was the most beautiful and playful girl in the village. Her hair was black, wavy, like the shadow of the night, and her eyes were deep, as if there was some secret hidden in them. Everyone in the village was impressed by her soft-spokenness and mischievous antics. But that day when the river started flowing in the reverse direction, people were surprised and then someone screamed and gave the news - "Rani has disappeared!"
By Devender Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
The Real-world of a Little Girl II
The little girl could barely sleep that night. Again and again, she was worried about her grandfather, and she must have barely dreamed. In which her life appeared purposeful and full of happiness. But soon it was morning, and for the first time in a long interval, the sun was shining on the horizon. As soon as Elicia woke up, her eyes first went to the walls of the room, but today there were no pictures there. Then her eyes went to a corner of the room, where her grandfather was lying in a disheveled state. His clothes and shoes were completely soaked, fruits and other food items were scattered around him, and his body had stiffened completely from the cold as if he had turned into a large block of ice. His body had turned cold; both of his hands were stained with colors, and small cans of paint were scattered around him. It was as if he wanted to create a picture even in his final moments as if he wanted to capture Elicia’s last dream on the walls forever. But he passed away while making his final attempt. He had to give up his life while searching for food on that stormy night, and due to the dreadful cold outside, he succumbed to death.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
The Real-world of a little girl
A fierce, stormy, snowy night stretched across a vast, barren, icy desert, but light still shone from a small house there. The weather outside was so harsh and deadly that there was no hope for life in sight. The sky seemed to be weeping, its tears touching the ground below. Amid the fierce, icy winds, when the sound of bombs and bullets echoed through the atmosphere, it felt as if a bloodthirsty wolf was tearing out a human’s heart and devouring it right before their eyes.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
Murders in Crescent Valley
‘’Ok.’’ ‘’You’ve got real talent son.’’ Danny smiled. ‘’Really dad,’’ ‘’Really, son,’’ Marshal stood up and le4 his son alone in his study. Danny sat down in his dad’s chair and found the website his dad spoke about. He found a horror magazine’s website called Fearsome Creatures. He submitted the story in an email and went outside to play. Two weeks later Danny received a letter in the mail. The envelope read ‘’To Danny Howard.’’ It was postmarked from Fearsome Creatures Magazine New York, New York. Danny rushed the letter up to his bedroom and shut the door. He sat down on the edge of his bed and tore open the envelope holding his future. Danny pulled out the letter and voraciously read it. The leer read. ‘’Dear Danny, Congratulations the editors here at Creatures Magazine have decided to publish your short story ‘’Nightmare Horror.’’ Sincerely, Rod Von Finger Blaster, Danny pumped his fist in the air. He felt a strange ela%on $ll his stomach. His cheeks felt hot. Danny raced to his dad. He saw the door to his father’s study was closed. A do not disturb sign hung from the doorknob. Danny knocked on the door and waited for his father to reply. ‘’Come in.’’ Marshal sang out.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters
Murders in Crescent Valley
The next day Rachel visited her friend Margo Sullivan. Margo had kinky, frizzy, black hair and almond shaped eyes. Her skin was light brown. Her mother was black and her father was white. Last year her father had and her mother got a divorce. After the divorce Margo’s father had moved to Seatle and, Margo nor her mother had seen him ever since that %me. Margo sat on the edge of her bed. Her stereo was seated on the dresser. Jimi Hendrix music blasted out of the speakers. Rachel was seated Indian style on the 8oor in Margo’s bedroom. Margo noticed the puzzled expression res%ng on her friend’s face and decided to ask her what was wrong. ‘’What’s wrong, Rachel,’’ ‘’I’m just upset.’’ ‘’About what,’’ ‘’I’m just awestruck by the fact that Briany is so blasé about Tony’s death.’’ ‘’He broke her heart last night; she’s still hurtng.’’
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters