Mystery
The Last Ember of Aravelle
Aravelle had always been a kingdom of fire. Not destructive fire—but living flame. The ancient Emberstone at the heart of the capital city, Solinaris, glowed with an eternal light that warmed crops, filled the sky with a soft golden haze, and kept the darkness of the Netherdeep at bay. Children were taught that as long as the Ember burned, Aravelle would endure.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
I Opened a Door in My House That Should Not Exist
I’ve lived in my house for more than a decade. In all those years, I believed I knew this place better than anyone—every creaking floorboard, every shifting shadow, every cold draft that slipped through the old wooden frames. But yesterday, I discovered something that should not exist in any home.
By Muhammad Reyazabout a month ago in Fiction
PART III — THE SHADOW IN THE LANTERN
The floating platform buckled beneath Kael as the shadow beasts swarmed, their serpentine forms weaving through the shattered walkways like rivers of living night. The air thickened with magic—wild, unstable, electric.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
PART II — THE SKY THAT REMEMBERS
The instant Kael and Elara stepped through the star-lit arch, the ground vanished beneath their feet. Wind roared around them. Colors bled like liquid starlight, swirling in impossible shapes—spirals of violet flame, rivers of gold flowing upward, fragments of constellations drifting like snow.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
The Day the Stars Went Out
The Night Everything Changed I was twelve years old the night the stars vanished. It wasn’t gradual. One moment, the sky was alive—thousands of tiny sparks scattered across the velvet dark. The next, they were gone. Every single one.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Fiction
THE LANTERN OF THE LAST SKY
Wind curled like silver ribbons along the cliffs of Asterfall, carrying scents of pine, cold stone, and something older—something the villagers only whispered about when night grew too still. As dawn painted the sky in molten rose, Kael Rowan, apprentice mapmaker, sat on the highest rock ledge with his boots dangling over the abyss.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Vanished Twice
On the night Emily Soren disappeared, rain hammered the streets of Graybridge like a warning no one wanted to hear. Detective Mara Hale arrived at the crime scene soaked to the bone, her flashlight slicing through the mist as officers moved in tight, nervous motions.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
The Ballroom
Yasmine knew that the old brass key that was hidden in the flowerpot was not meant for her, but being a young, curious mind can lead you into places that your sound mind wouldn't dare let you walk into. Yasmine put the key into the door, and as she turned it, it made a soft clicking sound as she let herself in. When Yasmine walked into the ballroom, the dust curled through the air like a ghost of past music.
By L Mystic Sagaabout a month ago in Fiction
Secrets in the Grey Stone
The chipped porcelain of the teacup warmed Elisabeth’s hands, but did little to thaw the chill that had settled deep in her bones. Rain lashed against the gothic windows of Blackwood Academy, mirroring the tempest brewing within her. It wasn’t the storm that frightened her, not anymore. It was the silence. The *wrongness* that had permeated Blackwood since the Autumn Equinox.
By 𝒩𝓊𝓉𝓊 𝒱. 𝒞.about a month ago in Fiction
Would You Swap Your Body? The Wildly Real Attempt at the First Human Head Transplant
Imagine this: you're in a devastating accident, or maybe you’re living with a condition that slowly traps you inside your own body. Suddenly, doctors tell you there’s one bold, almost unbelievable option left: they can remove your head and attach it to a completely new body.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Fiction
Inside America’s Psychic Spy Program: The Strange Reality Behind a Very Real Mystery
Growing up, one of the shows that completely shaped my love for mysteries was Unsolved Mysteries. And honestly, nobody could have hosted that show better than Robert Stack. His voice alone was enough to make you glance over your shoulder at least twice.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Fiction
