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The Last Kiss

The Last Broadcast

In the remote, fog-shrouded town of Millhaven, superstition holds sway, and silence is salvation. Embarrassed radio DJ Jack Mercer is back in his hometown in one final attempt at salvaging his career, going live on a Halloween broadcast to reveal the town's darkest tale: the Revenant, a ghost said to take one soul every decade. But Millhaven's inhabitants—tightly lipped and haunted by centuries of guilt—won't talk about the curse, forcing Jack to rummage through decaying archives and deserted buildings for clues. When he discovers a decades-old diary of Evelyn Carter, a woman who disappeared while searching for the Revenant, Jack learns a chilling truth: the villagers' forebears summoned the creature, sacrificing lives for temporary peace. Jack knows the Revenant is no legend as his broadcast plans come apart—equipment breaking down, figures haunting the abandoned town hall. It's alive. And it's hungry. Halloween night, Jack's live broadcast, and the town's suppressed transgressions boil over. The listeners are overwhelmed by shrieked voices through static images of their worst regrets. Cornered in the hall with the Revenant's claws around his throat, Jack is presented with a terrible decision: die to shatter the cycle or escape, dooming Millhaven to perpetual suffering. But the Revenant has an endless hunger, and Jack's broadcast—a twisted, repeating scream—could have released the curse into the world. A terrifying investigation of guilt, complicity, and the price of truth, The Last Broadcast poses the question: What if the things we bury never die? And what if the horror we dread most is the horror we've already become?
MSarA · 3.1K Views

The Last Offering

The Last Offering By Zanbaq Alma "There is no greater sacrifice than the one made in love. But love alone cannot stop the abyss from hungering." For centuries, the city of Ashkar has upheld a chilling tradition the centennial offering. Every hundred years, one life is chosen to descend into the abyss, a sacrifice meant to appease the ancient darkness lurking below. When seventeen-year-old Seraphine’s beloved younger brother is selected, she refuses to accept his fate. Driven by love and defiance, she takes his place, willingly stepping into the unknown. But the abyss is not what the council claimed it to be. Beneath the city lies a cursed labyrinth where past offerings linger some as whispers in the dark, others as monstrous creatures barely clinging to humanity. At the heart of it all is the Ancient One, a being that was once human, now corrupted by centuries of sacrifice and greed. As Seraphine navigates the abyss’s horrors, she uncovers long-buried secrets: the truth behind the ritual, the city’s bloodstained past, and a prophecy that ties her fate to the darkness itself. With the help of Aric, a scarred survivor of the last offering, and Kael, a rogue cultist seeking redemption, she must challenge the cycle of sacrifice before she, too, is consumed. But the abyss changes those who enter it. And as the darkness seeps into her soul, Seraphine must decide will she destroy the abyss, or become its last and greatest offering? A dark fantasy tale of sacrifice, corruption, and the fine line between monster and savior.
zanbaq_alma · 1.3K Views

Kiss Of The Night

A College student's soul transmigrated into a renowned Princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was going to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms into ashes. ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an absurd familiarity that messed up all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "Don't bother about that, My love. Did I make you wait for long?" 'My love!! Is he supposed to be my damn lover?' __________ ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you, …’ ~ Lucian Mavis.
Drops_of_Tears · 2.6K Views
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