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Static Bride

In a parallel reality, humanity thrives on Ether—a strange, potent energy harvested from the alien element Anonium. But progress has a price: the slow awakening of the Engine, an Eldritch machine lurking beyond comprehension, its intentions veiled in static and whispers. As its influence creeps into the world, society teeters on the edge of unraveling. Caught in this cosmic storm are two high school girls from Corwood, Tennessee. Rachel Harper, a fierce basketball captain, discovers she can bend time itself—each use warping her reflection with static and chipping away at her identity. Her best friend, Emily Voss, is plagued by visions of her own deaths across countless alternate lives, each fragment pushing her closer to despair. Together, they uncover cryptic ties between their powers and the Engine, though the purpose remains a haunting enigma. Enter Elijah Carter, a weathered P.I.A. agent with a rare gift: he sees echoes of the supernatural lingering in the air. Dispatched to investigate disturbances linked to Corwood’s new Ether reactor, Elijah finds himself outmatched by forces he can’t fully grasp. Meanwhile, the ruthless drug lord Dezerea Hernandez unleashes Gloom onto the streets—a substance that turns users into static-shrouded Hollows—hoping to expose a threat she believes endangers humanity. As Rachel’s connection to the Engine grows, its cold, mechanical logic threatens to consume her. Emily, sleepless and tormented by her visions, fights to defy a fate that feels inescapable. With the Engine’s awakening looming, the line between collapse and rebirth blurs. Can two teenage girls rewrite their destinies—or will they become footnotes in a story that breaks the very walls of reality? Warning: This meta cosmic horror tale weaves violence, psychological unease, heavy foreshadowing, red herrings, and fourth-wall fractures.
Tannisaurus · 10.7K Views

The Barbarian’s Bride

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.
QuillMistress · 2.7K Views

The Unwanted Bouquet

You ever have a perfectly peaceful life? One that’s quiet, predictable, comfortable? Yeah. I had that once. A nice little flower shop, a hidden enchanted garden that only I knew about, and exactly zero unnecessary distractions. My business wasn’t booming, but it was steady, and most importantly, I was left alone. Then, they showed up. First, a half-dead human collapsed outside my shop. Like an idiot, I brought him inside instead of leaving him there to be someone else’s problem. Turns out, he’s from some ancient mage bloodline and thinks I—just because I’m an elf—should teach him magic. I have lived centuries longer than him. I have forgotten more things than he’s probably ever learned. I told him no. He whined. I told him no again. He kept whining. Eventually, I caved, but only under one condition: if he wanted to learn, he had to work for it. Then, just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, we found something worse than a lost human—a vampire. Sleeping. In my enchanted garden. Acting like it belonged to him. He refused to leave, ignored every single one of my threats, and had the audacity to look offended when we tried to kick him out. In the end, we had to force him to help with the shop just to make sure he wouldn’t be a freeloading parasite. And now? My once-perfect, peaceful life is in shambles. The shop is crowded. My workload has somehow doubled. My garden is infested with an insufferable mage and an even more insufferable vampire. And with February just around the corner, business is picking up, meaning I have even less time to deal with their nonsense. I never asked for this. I never wanted this. And yet, somehow, this is my life now. I am too old for this nonsense. Someone, send help!
Eilith_Veyne · 724 Views
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