Fantasy
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms: The Untold Story Before Game of Thrones
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms: A Simpler, Deeper Story from the World of Westeros When people think of epic fantasy television, the first name that comes to mind is Game of Thrones—a brutal world of power, betrayal, dragons, and blood-soaked politics. Later, House of the Dragon expanded that universe with even more fire and royal conflict.
By Junaid Shahid 24 days ago in Fiction
The Color Thief
It was a colorless world. The gray skies of winter not the grey days themselves, but this was the place, where everything, even pleasure, had turned black and white and grey. The streets where life was once rich now lay quiet away in monotony. There were now those gardens that bloomed with reds, yellows and purples, but now lay dead, with leaves rotting to dust, and under the earth the flowers could not be differentiated. Laughter also had lost its sound, and in its place was a hollow echo, which felt as though standing right behind your ears.
By Shahd Sameh24 days ago in Fiction
The Inferno Elixir: A Legacy of Blood
1. The Sinister Stillness of the Village My grandfather had always been an enigmatic man, but in the last three years, his eccentricity had crossed into something far more unsettling. He lived alone in a secluded house far from the city’s clamor, tucked away in a village perpetually choked by mist. We assumed he was merely grieving the loss of my grandmother and his lifelong friend, but his gaze hid something deeper than sorrow—a secret that was slowly devouring his soul. During my last visit, I was struck by the sight of his refrigerator; it was grotesquely overstuffed with heaps of raw meat. He claimed with a cold detachment that it was for the poor, but his face betrayed the lie. Even more disturbing was the reinforced steel door he had installed in the basement, from which a foul stench seeped through the cracks—a smell like a carcass that refused to stay buried. 2. A Descent into the Abyss Late that night, I took advantage of my grandfather’s heavy sleep. With trembling fingers, I pilfered a modern, sophisticated key from his cabinet. I descended the decaying stairs into the basement, my flashlight cutting through the oppressive gloom. The air there didn't just smell of rot; it smelled like a slaughterhouse. Dry bloodstains smeared the walls, and in the corners lay bleached-white human skeletons. I approached the reinforced room and peered through a tiny peephole. The blood froze in my veins. A gaunt creature, its bones protruding obscenely from its skin, stood there. Its hair was so long it trailed behind it like a shroud. It moved on all fours with a demonic fluidity. Suddenly, its eyes—completely white—locked onto the hole. It wasn't looking at me; it was scenting me. 3. The Bitter Truth Before I could flee, I felt the sharp sting of a needle in my neck. The world dissolved into darkness. I awoke inside a hermetically sealed glass chamber. My grandfather stood on the other side of the glass, weeping bitterly as he recounted the catastrophe: > "Three years ago, your grandmother was on the brink of death. A stranger with non-human features knocked on my door and gave me a dark red elixir, claiming it was the salvation. I injected her, but she transformed into this ravenous monster. I killed my oldest friend and fed him to her just to protect her secret. I love her, Alex, and I cannot let you leave to expose the truth of her 'death' to the world." > 4. The Banquet of Blood The glass barrier began to rise slowly, and the monstrosity crouched, ready to pounce. Suddenly, a scream pierced the silence. My younger brother, Thomas, had followed me. With a heavy blow from a sharp tool, he struck our grandfather, sending him sprawling into the room. In a moment of primal madness, the creature lunged at my grandfather, tearing into his flesh with unspeakable ferocity. Thomas and I fled, the screams echoing behind us, until the police arrived and ended the nightmare with a hail of bullets into the body of what was once my grandmother. 5. The Vicious Cycle A year has passed since that night, and I thought I had survived. But fate plays a cruel game. It is now the anniversary of my grandfather’s death, and my brother Thomas is wasting away from a rare, terminal illness. Last night, amidst the darkness, a stranger knocked on my door—matching the exact description my grandfather once gave. He placed a small box in my hand containing a vial of dark red liquid and hissed into my ear: "This is the only cure for your brother." The stranger vanished as if he never existed. I analyzed the liquid in a lab, and the results were bone-chilling: "A substance extracted from an unknown biological entity, non-existent in any natural record." I hold the vial in my hand now, looking at my pale brother, hearing the echo of my grandfather’s voice in my head. Do I repeat the tragedy? Do I begin a new massacre in the name of love? The elixir is before me, and hell is waiting just behind the door. Would you like me to create a "Book Cover" style description for this story, or perhaps suggest a sequel?
By Mayar Younes24 days ago in Fiction
The Ancient Egyptian Goddess Ammit. Content Warning.
In Egyptian mythology the ‘Hall of Ma'at’ is a forsaken place, dark and unforgiving. The rite of passage to immortality of one’s soul hangs in the balance. A ceremony named quite appropriately as the “Weighing of the Heart” has two potential outcomes, a pathway to eternity for the pure of heart, the other a dark voyage into everlasting agony and condemnation.
By Michael Langille24 days ago in Fiction
The Echo of Water: Washing Away the Scent of Fear
1. A Haunting Nocturnal Ritual For John, his marriage to Mia was supposed to be a sanctuary of peace after years of solitude. Mia was like a figurine of fine crystal; delicate in her movements, soft-spoken, and always trailing a faint scent of hibiscus and vanilla. Yet, beneath this serene surface lay a disturbing nocturnal ritual: twice every night, before retiring to bed, Mia would bathe. It was a rigorous, almost sacred routine that never faltered, regardless of the circumstances. John, a designer with a keen eye for detail, would watch her slip into bed with her back turned to him, whispering a faint "Goodnight" before sinking into a sleep that resembled an escape. He initially dismissed it as a fastidious obsession with cleanliness, never realizing that the water wasn’t for hygiene—it was a desperate attempt to wash away a "memory" that refused to die.
By Mayar Younes24 days ago in Fiction
A perfect stranger
A perfect stranger unknowingly held the girl's deepest secret Catalaya was a girl distinguished by the intensity and authenticity of her love. Catalaya had been captivated by a mysterious figure who dwelled only in her imagination, a recurring presence that tantalized her with fleeting glimpses, only to vanish into thin air, leaving her with a deep sense of longing. Occasionally, she would catch a glimpse of him, but her fear of rejection and vulnerability always held her back from mustering the courage to approach him. Despite her best efforts to devise a plan, their paths continued to cross without ever truly meeting, a frustrating dance of near-encounters that left her feeling both exhilarated and defeated. Torn between her desire for connection and her reluctance to appear desperate or as a nutcase, Catalaya found herself at the mercy of her heart's deepest longings, unsure of how to bridge the gap between her imagination and reality.
By Ceanna Glasgow25 days ago in Fiction
Fighting the Ice Vampire: Adventures of Samurai Santa
Directions for Learning to Unlearn and Navigating in coldest weather of hell> > > Remember these words> > . . . .looking through the eye of the heart. . . . . while visiting nihongo or Japan to give gifts to children during christmas, santa falls from the chimney of a house of samurai, hearing santa scream to the fangs of an easter vampire bunny of terror . . . . . . the famous words . . .
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS25 days ago in Fiction
