Horror
Hellish Obsession
I’ve searched this city for days, but I’m no closer to catching up to the demoness than when I arrived. I can still sense the evil the witch leaves in her wake, and I know she is still here. She has lost herself in the millions of souls here and can merge with anyone at any moment, further defying my abilities to track her.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Instructions to Be Solid: An All out Manual for Wellbeing
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By MD.NAIM MIAHabout a year ago in Chapters
Demonic Enchantment. Content Warning.
From atop the buildings, I stand surveying this new strange city that my chase has led me to, the City of Angels. I can’t help but compare this majestic city with the tiny burgh where this pursuit began. Even after all these centuries, the sight of too-crowded streets gives me pause, making me uncomfortable. Knowing that the witch is somewhere below, I can feel that the conclusion of this endless hunt is near at hand.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Descent: Part Fourteen. Content Warning.
I couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. Sage smiled at me, lips pulling back from his almost frighteningly human teeth in the kind of smile I think Shir Khan might have given to Mowgli. Then his eyes closed, smile shifting into something softer, gentler. Like he was an old man listening to classical music and remembering when he was young. Wistful.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Chapters
As One Possessed
I’ve followed the witch throughout twenty-eight lifetimes, chased her across the changing continents, and pursued her on the seven seas. Each time I drew close to her, the sorceress slipped through my grasp, forever eluding my hold. Every place she has been, the murderess left behind nothing but death and destruction. My immortality depends upon hers, so her death I seek.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Descent: Part Thirteen. Content Warning.
Sasha was nearly at the top step. The strange boy beside her still in lock step. Mary wasn’t where I had left her, instead she now sat with her back against the wall and was staring at the bodies of Sherman and Shunsuke. I slowed, torn between trying to help her and sprinting, close as I could manage, down the aisle. But she waved me off.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Chapters
HAL
Everyone was now making bone blades and stripping the threads from their mouths. When a window appeared two helped another push through to what they hoped would be freedom and redemption from this hell hole. The voice said "STOP", the flames shot down, but everyone was in control of themselves now so did not end up as one of the charred piles.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Chapters
Descent: Part Twelve. Content Warning.
Dear reader, thank you for rejoining me for the next installment of this ongoing series. I am desperately sorry that it has taken me so long to get here, but I hope this story will be entertaining enough to make you forgive me.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Content Warning.
As I entered my mom's bedroom, it was dark and hard to see with her dark blinds up keeping the light out from the windows. I tried to turn her light on but it wasn't working, so I turned my phone flashlight on and shined it towards the bed. I saw my mom laying there with her eyes wide open, fear in her eyes as she looked straight ahead above her, her body was stiff as a board like she couldn't move.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Chapters
Shadow’s Serenade
A blast of wind surges into the room, and I sit up, shuddering. The velvet shades twine themselves, moving among each other as the wind yells. The ancient wooden windows squeak, a update of how this hacienda holds on to its final breath. The ancient, uneven sleeping cushion moans as I move, and my feet twist at the coldness of the floor.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
