Short Story
The Wolf Who Howled to the Moon
Kael was a wolf apart. While his pack communicated in practical snarls and yips—warnings of danger, calls to hunt, signals to rest—Kael was possessed by a different kind of sound. When the full moon rose, vast and silver, he would climb to the highest cliff, tilt his head back, and pour his soul into the night.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
The Moonborn Chronicles: Secrets of the Crystal Realm
There are worlds that live in the light, and there are worlds that exist only when the moon rises. The Moonborn Chronicles: Secrets of the Crystal Realm begins in that silver twilight a place between dreams and waking, where shadows shimmer and truth hides beneath beauty.
By Zeenat Chauhan11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Ember of Eldoria: A Forgotten Kingdom’s Rise from Ashes
Every story begins with a spark a faint glow in the darkness that refuses to die. The Last Ember of Eldoria begins with that kind of spark. Once, Eldoria was a proud and thriving land filled with music, light, and honor. Then came the storm a war that shattered the kingdom and buried its name beneath centuries of silence.
By Zeenat Chauhan11 months ago in Fiction
The Whisper Code
The Whisper Code Every night, her radio speaks in her dead husband’s voice — giving her coordinates she shouldn’t follow. The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. The air inside Mara’s small apartment smelled of damp wood and loneliness. Her husband, Lewis, had been dead for almost a year, and yet the old shortwave radio on her nightstand had started to hum again.
By Alex Mario11 months ago in Fiction
The Room In The Mirror. Content Warning.
In the hallway of his house, he had a big mirror, although he seldom used it, it was just there, above the hall table. One day, he looked and he noticed something strange, the reflection wasn't the hallways at all, but a dark bedroom. He could see a bed and a window, but he couldn't see what the window looked out on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Village
The Silent Village When Silence Speaks Louder Than the Dead The road to Edevan was quiet too quiet for a place that once echoed with children’s laughter, church bells, and market chatter. Now, the village stood in an eerie hush, its houses shrouded in fog and its people moving like ghosts. No voices, no greetings, not even the sound of prayer.
By Farooq Hashmi11 months ago in Fiction
The Hunter in the Mist. AI-Generated.
The forest road was golden that evening — washed in dying light, leaves whispering like old secrets. Jonas Vale, a solitary hunter, had walked these woods for twenty years. He knew every broken branch, every deer track, every breath of wind.
By Ghanni malik11 months ago in Fiction
