Mark Geriko Bucaling
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Stories (74/0)
Lily
Towering above, the ancient estate stood, shrouded in darkness and mystery. The walls, which were in a state of decay, spoke in hushed tones. I stepped through the creaking doors, an oppressive atmosphere gripped me, suffocating my senses. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the floorboards groaned beneath my weight. The flickering candlelight cast grotesque shadows that danced ominously on the walls.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling11 months ago in Fiction
Seeds of Home
In a future not so distant, the world was a different place. The echoes of our past negligence reverberated through the land leaving behind a climate crisis that had reshaped everything we knew. Yet--- amidst the chaos, hope lingered in the hearts of those who dared to dream of a better future.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling11 months ago in Fiction
Fragments of Reality
"Fragments of Reality" is a collection of interconnected short stories that explore the complexities of life in a modern society. Each story delves into the lives of diverse characters from different walks of life, revealing their struggles, hopes, and dreams as they navigate the challenges of the world around them.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling11 months ago in Fiction
Vesperus Shadowthorn
In the ancient annals of terror, a name resounds with chilling dread: Vesperus Shadowthorn. Born of the stygian abyss, this maleficent being emerged from the interstice between realms, a harbinger of malicious intent. Cloaked in a swirling mist of darkness, his very presence exuded a malevolence that tainted the air.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Nefarius Shadowborne
In the depths of an ancient graveyard, Nefarius Shadowborne, a fallen angel stripped of his celestial grace, emerged from the shadows. His ebony wings, once radiant and pure, were now twisted and decayed, oozing a vile, viscous substance that reeked of death. His eyes, burning with malevolence, pierced the veil of darkness, seeking out the souls of the innocent.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Malachi Obsidian
In the realm of eternal darkness, where the echoes of suffering resounded through the air, there emerged a figure known as Malachi Obsidian. Clad in armor forged from the darkest obsidian, he stood as a monument to malevolence itself. The very presence of this cursed being invoked a sense of impending doom, as if the world trembled beneath the weight of his malice.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Lucian Midnight
In the forgotten depths of the ancient city, where moonlight dared not trespass, Lucian Midnight, the vampiric lord of the night, prowled with an insatiable hunger. Cloaked in the velvety darkness, his porcelain skin radiated an eerie pallor, accentuating the crimson hue of his lips and the hypnotic glow of his coal-like eyes. His very presence exuded an intoxicating allure, drawing unsuspecting victims into his malevolent embrace.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Morvath Blackthorne
In the depths of a forsaken realm, where shadows whispered malevolence and darkness reigned supreme, there existed a figure whose name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. Morvath Blackthorne, a sorcerer of unspeakable wickedness, was an embodiment of malevolence itself. Legends spoke of his twisted pact with a demon, an accord that granted him unimaginable power while sealing his fate as a vessel of eternal darkness.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
Azazel Nightshade
Deep within the forsaken depths of a forgotten forest, an ancient malevolence stirred, its sinister presence coiling like a venomous serpent. The once tranquil air turned heavy with dread, as if the very atmosphere writhed in anticipation of impending doom. Shadows danced with malicious delight, their tendrils of darkness snaking through the gnarled branches, while the earth itself seemed to groan under the weight of its malevolent touch.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
The Creature and the Eclipse
The creature frozen in place lies there on the ground. Breathing slightly, emulating how I felt with the wound in my side. Weak, growing colder by the minute, becoming more and more lifeless. I stared into the eyes of the creature, seeing the spark of gold in them now seemed to be fleeting away with every breath that expelled from both of our bodies. I wanted to speak, I wanted to comfort it, for it was obvious that we were connected somehow, and knowing that it was in the same pain I was in made me want to take all the pain only onto myself. I wanted to spare this poor creature from the agony that would lead to a slow death.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction
The Longing Hours
He arrived late, again, just like every other night. Liz's heart clenched with a mixture of frustration and longing as she tightly gripped the armchair. Her stocking snagged on a splintered corner of the parquet flooring, causing her to steady herself before resuming her endless pacing in the front room. Back and forth, back and forth she went, each footstep echoing the cheerless ticking of the grandfather clock.
By Mark Geriko Bucaling12 months ago in Fiction