Alex V. Mortis
Bio
Alex V. Mortis, born on August 23, 1996, currently residing in Belgrade, is a new author in the horror genre, with Serum Alpha as his debut novel.
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Shadow #10
Jack Thompson, an experienced truck driver, was on another long haul through the remote stretches of the American Southwest. It was an ordinary night—the highway was nearly empty, and his only company was the quiet music on the radio and the occasional glint of headlights in the distance. He drove cautiously, knowing this stretch of road was infamous for its bad luck. Locals called it “Shadow Road.”
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #9
Black Hollow Forest was a place that the residents of the nearby town of Whistler Creek respected but also feared. Stories circulated that the forest "swallowed people," and those who ventured too deep were doomed never to return. Still, a group of young scouts from the local club dismissed the warnings, convinced the tales were mere superstition.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #8
The "Black Ridge" mine was the heart of a small mining village. Generations of miners had dug its tunnels, searching for riches deep within the earth. It was a grueling but honorable job. However, one day, the digging uncovered something no one could explain.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #7
Ana and Sara hadn’t planned for an ordinary evening while their parents were at a party. Inspired by scary stories from the internet, they decided to have some fun summoning spirits. Ana’s house, large and old, was the perfect place for their experiment—especially the basement, dark and full of old things.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #6
Samuel had been a fisherman since he was a boy. He had spent his entire life by the lake, providing for his family with the catch from its calm, cold waters. But the lake had a reputation: the locals called it the "Lake of Shadows." Stories of strange occurrences circulated through the village, but Samuel paid no attention to superstitions. He considered them nonsense and continued fishing.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #5
Leonard was a seasoned police officer, accustomed to late-night calls. That evening, while in his patrol car, he received a call that made him pause. A woman’s voice on the other end sounded panicked: “Help me! Something is in my house...” Before he could ask a question, the line went dead.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #4
Max was an old man who disliked sleeping at night. Insomnia had followed him for years, but he never complained. Instead, he found solace in nightly walks through the quiet, deserted streets of his village. He loved how the moonlight illuminated rooftops, trees, and paths, casting long shadows that danced in the wind.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #3
Nikolas was a night guard at the old city library, a building that had stood for centuries as a silent witness to time. The library was enormous, with spiral staircases, semi-open galleries, and hallways that seemed endless. Nikolas loved the silence and peace that the night brought. For him, books were companions, and the library’s dark corners were a challenge to his imagination.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #2
Maria loved quiet evenings at her lakeside cabin. Surrounded by forest and silence, she often spent hours sitting on the wooden porch, watching the moonlight shimmer on the water. The lake was calm, almost hypnotic, but the locals avoided it, claiming it was "too deep to be natural."
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
Shadow #1
In a small village, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, there stood an old house with wooden shutters and a yard overgrown with weeds. The house belonged to Laura, a reclusive painter who had spent most of her life there. She didn’t have many visitors, but everyone spoke of her unusual taste in art and the bizarre collection of mirrors adorning her walls.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Horror
A Meeting with Myself
That night, I barely slept at all. I sat for a long time in the silence that crept into every corner of the room, and my thoughts were like a storm in my mind. There was too much weighing on my shoulders: financial troubles, worries about my family, and endless questions about how to overcome it all. Sometimes, it felt like all the problems in the world had gathered around me, as if life was conspiring against me at every moment.
By Alex V. Mortisabout a year ago in Motivation
