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Deep Down Your Black Heart

In Deep Down Your Black Heart, step into a world where the boundaries between reality and imagination blur, and the darkest corners of the human psyche come alive. Inspired by the gripping reality of maladaptive daydreaming, this novel weaves a tale of haunting self-reflection, survival, and the unrelenting pull of power and consequence. Follow Hound, a deeply conflicted man gifted—and cursed—with the ability to glimpse fractured visions of the future. As his transformations ravage his body and psyche, Hound navigates a dystopian world of deceit, betrayal, and survival. Driven by guilt over a horrific act against his closest friend, Hound teeters on the edge of madness, his silver eyes reflecting not just his powers but the unrelenting weight of his past. From the brutal trenches of Rivermirror to the guarded halls of River’s elite, Hound’s journey unfolds amidst chaos, betrayal, and unshakable loyalty to his fractured sense of justice. Encounters with characters like the dangerously playful Argent, whose silver hair is as sharp as her wit, and Emily, a woman caught between privilege and survival, challenge Hound’s morality and force him to confront the truths of his own fractured humanity. Exploring the cost of power, the limits of forgiveness, and the chilling effects of unchecked ambition, Through the Deep Down Your Black Heart is a deeply psychological journey through a dystopian world where every choice ripples with devastating consequences. Perfect for readers of dark fantasy and psychological thrillers, this novel delivers a raw, unflinching exploration of what it means to be human when humanity itself hangs in the balance
Royniel_Aning · 12K Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 7.5K Views

Deep Down Your Black Heart (Story Only)

In Deep Down Your Black Heart, step into a world where the boundaries between reality and imagination blur, and the darkest corners of the human psyche come alive. Inspired by the gripping reality of maladaptive daydreaming, this novel weaves a tale of haunting self-reflection, survival, and the unrelenting pull of power and consequence. Follow Hound, a deeply conflicted man gifted—and cursed—with the ability to glimpse fractured visions of the future. As his transformations ravage his body and psyche, Hound navigates a dystopian world of deceit, betrayal, and survival. Driven by guilt over a horrific act against his closest friend, Hound teeters on the edge of madness, his silver eyes reflecting not just his powers but the unrelenting weight of his past. From the brutal trenches of Rivermirror to the guarded halls of River’s elite, Hound’s journey unfolds amidst chaos, betrayal, and unshakable loyalty to his fractured sense of justice. Encounters with characters like the dangerously playful Argent, whose silver hair is as sharp as her wit, and Emily, a woman caught between privilege and survival, challenge Hound’s morality and force him to confront the truths of his own fractured humanity. Exploring the cost of power, the limits of forgiveness, and the chilling effects of unchecked ambition, Through the Deep Down Your Black Heart is a deeply psychological journey through a dystopian world where every choice ripples with devastating consequences. Perfect for readers of dark fantasy and psychological thrillers, this novel delivers a raw, unflinching exploration of what it means to be human when humanity itself hangs in the balance
Royniel_Aning · 2.6K Views

BOW DOWN TO THE MIGHTY ANCIENT FLUFF BALL? wow that name sucks

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,
fluffball · 8.2K Views
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