Yahar'Gul Chapel

In this Victorian-era world of eldritch horrors and forgotten gods, Lucien Albrecht runs a simple business—if something is cursed, godly, monstrous, or downright evil, he’ll take care of it. No questions, no morals—just results. Of course for the right amount of money. But his life takes an unwanted turn when Sella Varcosta, an elite hunter from the Black Chapel, finally tracks him down. She’s spent many hours training to kill him—until she discovers the truth: if she doesn’t drink his blood, she will die. And the Black Chapel of Assassins wants him dead. Again. Unfortunately, Lucien is the last person to rely on. He avoids attachments like the plague, refuses to be controlled by anyone—including fate—and would rather set himself on fire than be someone’s lifeline. But with witches on the rise, gods and goddesses and beasts escaping their own tarot cards to cause havoc, and a a deadly plague corrupting and killing the land slowly, Lucien and Sella are forced into an uneasy alliance. As they dive deeper into the fractured history of their world, they begin to unravel mysteries, villains, and something far worse than curses or corruption—a forgotten cycle of death and rebirth, one that binds them together in ways neither of them understand. And when the final hunt begins, only one thing is certain—they will either save each other, or destroy everything in their path.

After conquering the final boss of a notoriously punishing game, Thomas expects a victory screen—not to be trapped inside the world as his character, Mephistopheles, a fearsome Draconian overlord with a god-tier class. Armed with destructive skills and a terrifying power to command demons, he awakens in the ruins of a once-familiar chapel. But this isn’t just the game he knew—something darker has taken root. With no way back and an identity slipping into something monstrous, Thomas must navigate a world where he’s both the final boss… and possibly its last hope or greatest threat.

In the shadow-drenched underworld of a sprawling metropolis, where loyalty is currency and betrayal is death, The Don's Game unfolds like a symphony of silence. The city breathes through rain-slicked streets, neon reflections on shattered glass, and whispers in smoke-filled rooms. A lone figure walks the thin line between vengeance and oblivion, navigating a labyrinth of power, blood, and forgotten promises. From the dim glow of underground sanctuaries to the glittering façade of high society, every frame pulses with tension. Visually rich and emotionally charged, this story weaves together past and present through haunting imagery, flickering candlelight in abandoned chapels, the cold gleam of steel beneath tailored suits, and the quiet resolve in a man’s eyes as he steps into war. This is not just a tale of crime, it’s a visual poem of retribution, told without words, where every glance, every gesture, speaks volumes. The Don's Game is a journey through darkness, lit only by the fire of one man’s purpose.

What began as another paranormal investigation for our YouTube channel turned into a descent into something far worse than death. We were just four friends chasing the thrill of fear until an anonymous tip led us to Angels Chapel, a forgotten place buried deep in the woods, wrapped in whispers and warnings. The kind of place that feels like it's been waiting for you. We thought we were documenting ghosts. We didn’t realize we were walking into something alive. Inside the chapel, we saw them figures not quite human, muttering in tongues, scratching symbols into the floorboards, watching us like we were prey. And when we tried to leave... we couldn’t. Time doesn’t work here. Neither does space. We walk and walk, only to return to the same cursed place. The screams don’t stop. The confessions begin. And what this place demands... is the truth you buried. Now, I’m not sure who made it out. I’m not even sure if I did. If you're reading this... don’t face the chapel. Don’t speak your name. And whatever you do, don’t listen when it says you’re forgiven.

At 3:33 a.m., the town awakens... but not everyone survives. When trauma therapist Eva Stone arrives in the forgotten mountain village of Dawnhollow, she expects grief, silence, and recovery. What she finds is far worse—a town where the clocks stop every night at 3:33, and the shadows don’t behave like shadows should. The villagers don’t talk about the disappearances. The children draw rooms that don’t exist. And a chapel door opens only after midnight—leading to a staircase that descends into memory itself. Every night, at the same moment, something ancient stirs beneath Dawnhollow—a force built from guilt, stitched with sorrow, and bound to the sins of the living. The ghosts that haunt this town are not echoes of the dead… they are the broken pieces of the people still breathing. As Eva unravels the town’s buried past, she finds herself hunted not by what died—but by what remembers. And she only has until the next Whispering Hour to stop it. This sets the tone for your 30+ chapter psychological horror epic. Let me know if you’d like it adapted for a back cover, an audiobook pitch, or the teaser for a cinematic trailer. Want to step into Chapter One next? The hour is near...

"My husband's body isn't even cold in the ground… and now they want me to marry a monster." Forced into a deadly marriage with a brutal mafia boss, she plans to end it all at midnight. But just as the vows are about to be sealed, gunfire erupts. Every gangster in the chapel is slaughtered. And the man who walks through the smoke? He’s her first love—the underground fighter who vanished years ago and shattered her heart. Now he’s back. Cold. Powerful. Dangerous. And without asking, he forces the priest to marry them. "You belong to me now. Again." Locked in his mansion, haunted by the past, and unsure if he's her savior or captor, she tries to survive this new world of blood and secrets. But as old memories resurface—of biking trails, stolen kisses, and whispered promises—so do the lies that tore them apart. He says he never stopped loving her. She says she doesn’t even recognize him. But love in the mafia is a deadly game—and this time, the stakes are her life.

The Black Chapel – Series Synopsis “Some confessions were never meant to be heard.” When a young church archivist, Maria Vescari, uncovers a decades-old pattern of suspicious priest deaths tied to an unregistered rural chapel, she stumbles into a hidden system of power, silence, and murder operating within the Catholic Church. This chapel — known unofficially as The Black Chapel — has no parishioners, no paper trail, and no official clergy. Yet for over fifty years, priests have been assigned to it. Most are dead within months — all listed as natural causes, their bodies cremated swiftly, their files sealed. As Maria investigates further, she discovers the existence of a secret faction within the Vatican known as “The Thirteenth Sacrament” — an internal tribunal operating above the law of Church and state, tasked with punishing clergy guilty of crimes too dangerous or politically costly to prosecute publicly. But the punishment isn't exile or defrocking. It's execution, masked as divine fate. Working alongside a disgraced ex-priest turned detective, Liam Renner, Maria uncovers a sprawling conspiracy that stretches back to post-World War II Europe, where the Church quietly absorbed fugitive war criminals into its own ranks. The chapel was built atop these sins — a place of hidden justice… and now, of endless cover-up. Across twenty seasons, the investigation spans generations, involving whistleblowers, Vatican insiders, forensic experts, rogue priests, innocent victims, and political powerbrokers. As more bodies are unearthed, the mystery expands to include: Illegal sanctuaries for war criminals Secret rituals used to determine clergy fate A coded system for selecting execution targets A Vatican ledger that names every sanctioned death And a final prophecy written in the chapel itself By the final seasons, the Black Chapel is no longer just a location — it’s revealed to be part of a long-standing doctrine buried deep within forbidden Church texts: a ritual sacrament meant to “burn sin into silence.” The series culminates in Maria confronting the current Pope himself, only to learn the final, shattering truth: the last name in the execution ledger… is hers.

Brianna Cordova was thrown in jail after poisoning her half younger brother. She was stripped of all her inheritance and rights in her family’s legacies, even though she was the legitimate heiress. Instead of bathing in dollars and gold bars, she bathed in the shower area of an Isolation Cell in the country’s most infamous penitentiary. There comes Bianca Acosta – a lowlife of all lowlifes. She was serving a lifetime sentence for multiple crimes; torture, illegal drug trade, severe fraud and financial crimes, aggravated property damage, arson, burglary, theft, robbery, and falsifying national documents. Bianca was betrayed by her gang members and sold off to the police, thus, she was serving her sentence and diligently visiting the prison chapel to pray for the death of all her former comrades. It happened one fateful day when it was raining hard. After finishing her cleaning duty, she went back without an umbrella, but was mesmerized at the rare phenomena unfolding before her eyes. A solar eclipse, despite the absurdity of the situation, but what Briana found the most unbelievable was how stupid she was, staring at the solar eclipse directly. As her eyes began to blur and tear up, a horrifying scream echoed through the entire penitentiary. Once the darkness brought by the eclipse disappeared, a body nailed at the altar of the prison chapel was found. Bianca Acosta died a gruesome death, expectedly. Brianna Cordova damaged her eyes, stupidly. One lost her life, the other lost her vision. However, unbeknownst to Brianna, she received the eyes of the dead Bianca, and since then, the ghost of Bianca kept pestering her to take revenge for her death. They say to let a ghost rest in peace, one must fulfill its dying wish. But how will Brianna, a pea-brained timid, and cowardly woman exact revenge against an infamous syndicate that killed Bianca?

Gul, a hardened soldier, returns from war with deep psychological scars. Unable to reintegrate into civilian society, he enlists in NKVI, a secretive intelligence police force in a struggling third-world country. His superiors, noting his combat experience but concerned about his mental stability, assign him increasingly dangerous missions that seem designed to eliminate him rather than utilize his skills.

Synopsis – Forbidden Archive In a world where memories are currency and truth is a forbidden relic, a young man awakens in a chapel made of shadow and silence. He remembers one thing: his name is Kai—or at least, it was. Haunted by fragmented visions, a cursed brand on his palm, and a voice that speaks from nowhere, Kai discovers the Forbidden Archive—an ancient, sentient vault that trades memories for knowledge. But every truth unlocked comes at a devastating cost: the loss of something he once loved. As Kai navigates a dreamlike world stitched together by grief, static, and broken time, he uncovers pages that record sins he doesn't remember committing—pages that rewrite themselves, and a prophecy that paints him as both savior and destroyer. With each chapter, Kai inches closer to the truth of who he was, what he did, and the girl he may have doomed—Li, a ghost of innocence tangled in his forgotten past. But the deeper he delves, the more he begins to question: What if the real lie isn’t what he’s forgotten… but what he still remembers? Forbidden Archive is a mind-bending psychological fantasy that explores the weight of memory, the fragility of identity, and the chilling question—what would you sacrifice to know who you really are? ---

“Love me like you want to watch me bleed.” When Elara Voss trespasses into the Thornes’ forbidden forest to save her dying sister, she expects venomous thorns—not a bloodied tyrant chained to a sacrificial altar. Kael Thorne, ruler of the nocturnal Lycan syndicate, wears his patricidal scars like trophies and craves her blood to quiet the silver shrapnel devouring his heart. He gifts her a steel-boned corset laced with silver spikes, yet burns his fur shielding her from flames. He forces mandrake wine down her throat at feasts, but trembles dressing the wounds he carved into her flesh. He smirks as she finds abortion pills hidden in her breakfast tray, yet carves an ice cradle for the “monster” growing in her womb. “You smell like absolution,” he growls, fangs glinting against her torn dress, molten-gold eyes reflecting the wedding band forged from his own bones. “Too bad I sold my soul long before you.” But when Argent Order’s missiles shatter the cathedral glass, Elara discovers the crescent scar on her collarbone perfectly matches the autopsy report of Kael’s deceased sister—whose funeral portrait hangs in his bloodstained gallery. As flames engulf the altar, she drives a dagger into his crystallizing heart, only to hear their bonded bone rings wail in unison. The truth crashes louder than the crumbling chapel: Their fatal bond began the night he dragged her from a fire two decades ago. Now, under a bleeding moon, Kael slams her blade deeper into his chest, crystalline shards spraying like shattered stars: “Feel it, darling… …how this heart that beats for you is slowly turning into the blade that will slit your throat.” WARNING: Contains morally bankrupt aristocrats, mutually assured destruction masquerading as romance, and enough gothic depravity to make Dracula blush. When the blood pact ignites, will you root for the knife—or the throats it dances between?

Some lovers make history. Others are buried beneath it. Woven in Fire and Silk is a collection of tales that history dared not remember. Across centuries and empires, from the gilded halls of Renaissance Italy to the haunted shores of Cornwall, these stories burn bright—only to be consumed by fate. A forbidden passion in the House of Borgia. Two lovers condemned in the Salem witch trials. A whispered affair hidden beneath the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling. A marriage of convenience in the depths of the Great Depression. Each tale is a tapestry of desire and sacrifice, bound by the threads of power, betrayal, and destiny. But love, no matter how doomed, leaves its mark. These are the stories of those who loved in the shadows of history—who defied the world for a moment, only to be lost to time.

They were childhood sweethearts. They lawfully got married in a chapel. And she became his legal wife, But how she ended up becoming the other woman, is something beyond her imagination.

Synopsis: "Tell me, Father, do you truly believe your God listens when you pray… or does He turn His ear away, knowing you already belong to me?" Father Andrien was a man of God—once. His faith was unwavering, his prayers unbroken, his soul unstained. Until the night he sinned. No one knew. No one saw. But he did. The stranger arrived at dusk, stepping into the dim candlelight of the chapel like he belonged there. Lucian. A name that dripped from his lips like an old hymn, his presence as familiar as the silence before a storm. "You called for me once, Father. Have you forgotten?" Andrien doesn’t remember. But the shadows do. The stones beneath his feet hum with the echoes of a prayer he was never meant to speak. A desperate plea made in the throes of grief, whispered to something that was listening. Now, the price must be paid. The holy water curdles at his touch. His rosary tightens around his throat. The walls of the church whisper his name in voices not of this world. And Lucian—Lucian watches. "You wear His cross, but your soul was promised to me. Shall we collect what was left unfinished?" A prophecy lost to time. A sin buried in blood. And a man of faith who prayed to the wrong god. The devil does not forget.

“You! You took advantage of me! I was clearly drunk and…” He arched an eyebrow. “Took advantage? Shall I remind you of how you proposed to me at the club? Or perhaps how you insisted quite passionately, that we must be married immediately, so that I could make love to you?” The memory hit me then. Oh no. When Susan’s boyfriend proposes to his supposed cousin, at her own graduation ceremony, she does what any rational person would do: gets spectacularly drunk and marries a handsome stranger in an Elvis-themed chapel. But her “random” wedding wasn’t so random after all - her new husband is Raphael Marino, the most dangerous man in the city and, unfortunately, her father’s employer. Between her mother’s excitement at joining the “family,” her father’s nervous sweating, and her new husband’s irritating ability to make her heart race (when she’s not throwing vases at his head,) Susan’s new life is nothing like the post-graduation plans she had in mind. But when she tries to run away, armed with nothing but her graduation gown and a hangover, she learns the hard way that a mob boss doesn’t let go of what’s his. Especially not when she’s accidentally become the answer to all his problems.

Althea stood at the doorway of the bridal suite, her heart heavy with a weight she couldn't shake. The dress lay on the bed, pristine and untouched, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. It wasn't supposed to be her walking down the aisle, pledging herself to a man she barely knew. But here she was, forced to step into her sister's place. Her sister's choice to leave had devastated her. She had rejected a life that demanded sacrifice and duty, choosing freedom over family. And Althea, for all her anger and confusion, was left with no choice but to save the family's reputation. She had to wear the dress, say the vows, and marry a man she didn't love. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the veil, staring at her reflection. She looked perfect-beautiful, poised-but she didn't feel that way. She felt like a shadow, a replacement for the woman who should've been here. The weight of the gown suffocated her as she prepared to step into a life that wasn't hers to claim. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to marry him. But with every step she took toward the chapel, the reality set in. There was no turning back. And there, at the altar, stood Elijah. His eyes locked on hers as she approached, his gaze intense, unreadable. A faint smile curved his lips, one she couldn't quite decipher, but there was something in it that made her blood run cold. Satisfaction. He looked at her as if she were an object, something to be claimed. With each step, his smile deepened, pleased with what was walking toward him. He wasn't looking at her as a woman to be loved. He was looking at her as a prize, something that had finally fallen into his grasp. Althea's throat tightened. She couldn't turn back now, not with everyone watching. As she reached the altar, she realized the vows she was about to speak weren't hers to make. They had been written for her sister, and now she would speak them, to a man who had claimed her sister's life and was now claiming hers by default.

Blurb: Adopted into the wealthy Hargrove family, Charlotte believed she had found her place in the world. But the return of Evelyn, the rightful heiress, triggers a series of strange events: shadowy figures in the woods, whispers in the walls, and memories Charlotte can’t recall. Jack, a mysterious figure who claims to be her protector, warns her of a deadly ritual tied to a centuries-old curse. As the lines between truth and deception blur, Charlotte must uncover the family’s darkest secrets before the curse claims her life—or her sanity. Trope: Adopted into danger, unraveling family secrets, an immortal protector with ulterior motives, and a “chosen one” caught in a web of betrayal and destiny. Climax: The cult captures both Charlotte and Evelyn, preparing to enact the ritual in the family chapel. Jack, overcome with guilt, helps Charlotte escape, but Evelyn refuses to leave, convinced her death is inevitable. Charlotte confronts the cult leader, who reveals that breaking the curse requires the destruction of the family artifact—a mirror that binds the ancient force. The artifact can only be destroyed by someone tied to both bloodlines. Charlotte, realizing her connection to the Hargrove legacy, uses the mirror to unleash the trapped force on the cult. In a final twist, Jack sacrifices himself to destroy the mirror and sever his immortality, ensuring the curse is broken. Denouement: • Charlotte and Evelyn: Evelyn survives but leaves the estate, seeking a new life free from the family’s dark history. Charlotte continues to rebuild and redefine her identity without the shadow of the curse. • Hints of Lingering Darkness: Although the curse is broken, remnants of the ancient force linger in the woods, suggesting not all is resolved. • Final Revelation: Charlotte finds a hidden journal from Jack, hinting at deeper truths about her origins and the possibility that she may not have been adopted by chance.

To be precise, this story is about how a young girl who failed in her young marriage evolved into a powerful CEO, with the help of her personal assistant who turns out be a missing legendary CEO. --------------------- It is a typical love story revolves around a girl and two men. She loves her husband so much but he never return it back to her. On the other hand, A legendary CEO who keeps his identity in secret fall in love with her desperately. On her formal wedding ceremony, her husband hand over her a divorce and made an agreement to continue to act as a husband in front of others. On her way to the wedding chapel, she met with an tragic incident and fall from a cliff to meet her destined new beginning of life. How she will clear all the unknown threats which was chasing her? How would she fulfill her mother's last wish to save the society which was being bullied in the war torn country? And also how she will fulfill her desire to become a street dancer and how she would turn into a powerful CEO? Who was that PA of her who would accompany her everywhere she goes to strike an attack? When she will learn that the her PA is a Legendary CEO? How both the man would stand side by side till the end to protect and guide her to achieve her success? Last but not the least, WHO WILL SHE END UP MARRYING.... You can contact to my discord link to discuss about the book, https://discord.gg/38feKTA

|| UNDER EDITING PROCESS || " You...you didn't mark me...how can you claim me like that...." Everrett stuttered, sweat forming on her forehead. " Tsk...My naive Mistress...I don't use my canines to mark someone... It's my eyes who set the claim.." Fredrick replied with a crooked smile, the scar on his face turning visible under the light of the chapel. ___________ Born as a princess, Everrett Quintrell had never received the status of a princess. Because of her controversial birth, she was always left behind by her five sisters, mistreated by all until she became the biggest pawn of her king father. The kingdom of her father had faced a great challenge when the last lycan heir, Fredrick Silvester, rumoured to be the dark prince came back for his throne. Ruthless, bloody and merciless, Fredrick had no intention except revenge for all the Lycans that lost their lives. Will their entangled fate let them love each other or destruction was evident?

"The people of Cavorim, Chandor were happy and prosperous, when suddenly one night the city was invaded by the enemy who murdered the King and many of the inhabitants. The princesses and the ladies of the Court destroyed their jewels and committed suicide by drowning themselves into the river, which, it is popularly believed, still leaves gold powder on the shore. The tradition associated with the Fort is that the Queen who was absent in some other part of the Kingdom, visited the city one day, but found it in desolation and was given the sad news of her husband' demise. As a sign of her grief she removed her jewels, crushed them and threw them all over the place, and cursed the women of Chandor, wishing them all to be like herself. She came out of the fortress and, stamping her feet four times, said she would not take away any thing, not even the dust of her feet from the city..". The stone bearing the anklet-prints is located near the Chapel of St. Joaquim,the curse of the 'Stone', is still dreaded by the villagers of Chandor, as it is believed to be striking a particular caste of Chandor. It has not affected the population of other castes in this village. The fear of the curse goes to such an extent that it is understood that several landlords of this caste have taken up residences in Margao or elsewhere and their palatial houses are deserted. The curse of the Queen, as taken from one of the old residents of Chandor and transmitted through generations by word of mouth, is believed to be worded."

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A man so quiet so dainty so....harmless what can this person do wrong? "Help me my lord for I have sinned" A cry was heard echoes of his own voice rang through the abandoned chapel. How could you help someone so monstrous? Is it an excuse if they are the only person who have cared for you? Would you remove your morals? Or would you choose to be a hero? .... owned by Tofu_M. any republishing or reposting of this novel is and will never be allowed. ... This novel contains graphic things involving mentions of murder, substance abuse and religion. Please read at your own risk.