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I am just updating my story to a combined 2 POV story of Sabrina and Danny. That's why it's smaller now. Sorry Sabrina Spirat loves to tell ghost stories,scare her sister, and say everything is haunted. Everybody is annoyed by it so will anyone really believe Sabrina when she sees a REAL ghost? Not even a GHOST believes her!!! Danny Fenton just moved out to a new town with his family but had to give up his powers. What will happen when a girl sees him get them back? Will she be believed? It’s sure annoying to have someone reveal his secret. PS I put the chapter number before the chapter title

READ PART 1 FIRST Now sabrina is really starting to get interested in Danny's powers and starting to get jealous. What's gonna happen when Sabrina is kidnapped by a random person claiming to be her real dad?! Wait...did Sabrina's Ghost sense just go off?

Alma Daedulus Alastor—a 14-year-old-boy has been experiencing nightmares for nearly a week. Upon the sixth day, the all black figure wearing an equally dark trench coat and top hat, got the closest its ever been to him. With the end-of-grade test being tomorrow, and with his nightmares being a constant on his mind, tugging on his sanity, Alma found himself in a highly stressful situation. At times when he looked in the mirror, he could have sworn he saw gray hairs in his scalp. Alma was a brilliant teenager. He aced every class, and was a genius among geniuses. However, the teenager told his parents everything was all right. That he was okay. That his nightmares had ceased, and that he was actually getting sleep. Those were lies he wished he could take back. Will Alma be able to overcome these nightmares? Find out why he's even having them to begin with? Or will he fall into an inevitable pit of agony and despair?

She thought she was just a girl with a broken past and until she awakened, a sword ignited in her hand, and ancient fire stirred in her blood. Han Yueying never asked to be part of any prophecy. All she wanted was a normal job, a quiet life . But the moment she stepped into Lu Quing’s world, nothing stayed normal. Cold, unreadable, and powerful beyond reason — Lu Quing isn’t just a ruthless CEO. He’s something else entirely: a celestial-blooded immortal, forged in moonlight and war, the one who once sealed the Gate of Origins with his own blood. And Yueying? She carries the First Flame — a dormant power passed down through her bloodline, sealed by her mother now awakening. A power capable of rebirth… or destruction. But when shadows rise, betrayals emerge, and an ancient enemy begins hunting her from the dark — Yueying must decide who to trust. Can Yueying survive the war inside her — and the one coming for her soul and blood? Or will love be the most dangerous weapon of all?

You don’t remember offering yours. You don’t remember the bargain. But it remembers you. Now, something is whispering… and payment is due because - Every soul had a price.

One of China’s coastal provinces, among the first to implement economic reforms, became a magnet for migrant workers due to regional disparities. Over time, its population surged to nearly 100 million. With such numbers came inevitable problems—some of them beyond the ordinary. Since its founding, the People’s Republic has upheld the policy of eradicating superstition. Yet, when confronted with phenomena defying scientific explanation, authorities often find themselves at a loss. To address this, the provincial Public Security Department covertly established the **"Special Cases Division"** (informally dubbed the **"Supernatural Investigations Unit"**), tasked with handling paranormal incidents across the province. Given its contradiction with national policy, the department has never publicly acknowledged the division’s existence. Even within law enforcement, few officers are aware of it. The cases handled by the unit are often too bizarre to disclose—doing so would risk widespread panic. Thus, all records remain classified, accessible only to unit members and a handful of high-ranking officials. **But exceptions exist.** If these cases were treated as mere fiction, sharing them with the public might do no harm. So, dear reader, take this as light entertainment—a story to ponder over tea. Refrain from digging too deep.

A collection of my poems from my web novel series Project DREAD, my discarded series PSI-99, as well as privately written texts. The main work Project DREAD can also be read on Webnovel.

Catalina was neither a man nor woman. Or could be said a human or an animal. she was just unknown being that tried to build a friendly environment she saw in her hometown. As she walked the earth, Catalina promised herself she will indeed make the barren land into a charming world. However, one thing a being like her could not understand every desire of a human, the people she thought will support her that loved her entirely would shield a knife behind their back and stabbed her where she could not stand anymore and would be left to die on agony on the same land she soil. That garden of roses she walked up on during her leisure time, who could have expected to be an unknown grave for herself? Disappointed, she curses those who did that to her to suffer and would not be happy eternity unless they are forgiven by herself. on top of that, she curses herself to not undergo a rebirth, a second chance like many of her kind. A friend of her was a witness but could not tell Catalina what happened was actually a misunderstanding. A poor friend did a taboo and reversed the curse. Centuries passed, a soul returned to dwell into a breathing body. A twin was born in a forbidden land. A genius and a talented young girl. Layla is a caring sister and always protect the little one from any insults cast on her younger sister for not having any magical abilities that should be passed on to a being such as them. They kept on saying that the little twin is identical to the extinct human species, full of greed and odd way of thinking. Instead of calming her, the kids said she was adopted. Well, none knows she is the reason for the safety of the villagers, the creations she invented from time to time is what kept them safe from the binge eating demon that preying on them. One day, a mistake lead her to be cast outside of the forest which meant she would be eaten alive by those demon. Accepting her faith, she saved by someone. That man made her realize, her people had it wrong. They are other civilization outside the forest she dwell her entire life. Human the assumed to bring apocalypse to the world, is still around and they are nice unlike the story foretold. Encountering, household every household, she could feel, this is not the first time walking here. Some other things are familiar to the touch. "You are stronger that you imagine. Only if you remember who you are" the man that saved her constantly said that. "How do I remember?'' "I don't know. You need to remember it, and if you happen to remember it, I hope the smile on your face won't fade away"

Death was just the beginning. Rayn died on Earth. Then he woke up in a world already crumbling—where the sky is cracked, the cities are silent, and monsters walk around wearing human faces. No one knows how to survive. No one knows what's happening. But Rayn? He’s seen this kind of world a hundred times—on screens, in games, in stories. He just never thought he’d live in one. Now, he’s armed with nothing but instinct, apocalypse knowledge, and a rusty crowbar. He’s not the strongest. He’s not the smartest. But he’s the only one who remembers how the end usually goes. And this time… he will survive

Jeremiah Weedling, an unassuming teenager with a sharp mind and a quiet demeanor, finds his life upended when a moment of bravery leads him into an otherworldly realm. After surviving a grueling trial in mysterious caves, he awakens in a world both magical and perilous-a realm filled with humanoid fae creatures ruled by fear and oppression under the tyrannical Radamar. Seeking only to return home, Jeremiah learns that his path is anything but straightforward. To escape this realm, he must navigate the treacherous politics of the fae village, endure brutal training from unlikely allies, and face down powerful Guardians bound by Radamar's magic. As he journeys through lush forests and shadowy landscapes, Jeremiah unravels secrets about this realm, the beings who inhabit it, and even himself. Despite his initial reluctance, Jeremiah cannot ignore the villagers' plight. Their suffering stirs a resolve within him, pushing him to stand against Radamar and his cruel reign. With the help of his newfound companions-a silent but wise warrior, a fiery rival, and a timid yet insightful guide-Jeremiah grows stronger, braver, and more determined. But defeating Radamar is only the beginning. Jeremiah's choices will not only shape the future of the fae but also forge the path that may lead him home-or deeper into the web of deceit that binds this world. Jeremiah's journey is only beginning, as his path entwines with an ancientll prophecy, a journey to an Obeah man, and a destiny he never imagined. With each step, he must balance his desire to escape with the growing responsibility to heal a fractured community. Will Jeremiah's journey to find himself and his way home be enough to mend the scars left by tyranny and unlock the truth behind The God's Deceit?

The Night Judge Urban Fantasy • Action • Horror • Mystery By day, Elias Ward is a cold, unshakable criminal court judge. By night, he becomes the enforcer of divine punishment. When the justice system fails, Elias delivers the real sentence—armed with a blade forged from holy law and bound by the ancient Mandate of Night. Each mark he hunts is a monster in disguise. Each kill costs him part of his soul. Corrupt politicians. Inhuman traffickers. Cults masquerading as courts. But something darker is rising—other Judges, other gods, and a hidden court where Elias might be the next one on trial. He thought he was enforcing the law. Now, he’s not sure he isn’t becoming it.

If you love Lord of Mysteries, then this is absolutely for you. In the year 1900, the city of Cairo is a powder keg of progress and antiquity. Beneath the shadows of ancient minarets, the British Empire and the Khedive's court play their games of power, while gas lamps illuminate streets where forgotten magics lie dormant. In this city of glaring sun and deep shadows, Omar Hassan lives a life of quiet desperation. A meticulous, low-level clerk in the Khedivial Archives, his world has shrunk to the scent of aging paper and the mounting anxiety over his younger sister's worsening illness. His only goal is to earn enough to afford the European medicine that might save her. Omar's mundane existence is shattered when he is tasked with archiving a disturbing police file from the Restricted Section. The case, officially closed as a suicide, details the death of a man whose body was found folded in ways that defy the laws of anatomy. Clipped to the file is a photograph of the victim's final, cryptic note: "They sing from the angles. The geometry is wrong... I fold now. I fold to fit." Driven by a reckless curiosity he cannot explain, Omar steals the photograph of the note—an act that pulls him past a threshold from which there is no return. He has stumbled upon a truth hidden from the world: reality is a thin veil stretched over the Echoing Void, an abyss of non-existence from which alien, god-like beings press against the world. Their influence leaks into reality through "Whispers"—incomprehensible cosmic principles that manifest in esoteric artifacts, forbidden texts, and maddening sounds. Those who can decipher and internalize these Whispers can gain supernatural abilities, becoming "Listeners" who walk a razor's edge between power and damnation. Each ability, however, demands a sacrifice, forcing the Listener to align their very being with an alien concept. Failure to do so results in "Discordance," a terrifying process where one's mind and body are irrevocably corrupted, twisted into a monstrous reflection of the Whisper they failed to control. Now, haunted by what he has seen and touched, Omar discovers he is not alone. Secret societies, ravenous cults, and clandestine government agencies have long contended for control of this forbidden knowledge. Armed only with his sharp, analytical mind and the first terrifying tastes of a power that threatens to unravel his sanity, Omar must navigate a labyrinth of conspiracy and cosmic dread. To save his sister and himself, this humble scribe must learn the rules of an impossible game, deciphering the maddening symphony of the Void before the final, dissonant chord brings silence to the world.

Mathias Calypses, the eldest son of the inquisitor, found a heretical book containing mysteries of the divine. For his blasphemous possession of the book, he was thrown behind bars. Saved from the executioner's blade only because of his father's position. Even now behind bars, he is not disheartened nor does he regret his actions, because he knows that the curiosity of the human spirit will never waver. And he knows that one day, that curiosity will come to his aid. He knows that someone as curious as he was to the truth of this world, will find him.

“The Crawling Veil” “Those who seek answers know not what truths they will unveil. Curiosity is history’s greatest strength… yet man’s ultimate downfall.” Boston, 1930. Harrison P. Love is a private investigator running from his past. Broke, weary, and haunted by a sixth sense he barely understands, he takes cases others won’t touch. But when a frantic woman begs him to find her missing adopted daughter in the cursed town of Arkham, Harrison faces a choice: starve, or return to the place that nearly destroyed him. Arkham is no ordinary town. Its fog-shrouded streets reek of salt and secrets. The townsfolk whisper of a black pharaoh who stalks dreams, of children vanishing without a trace, and of strange geometries that bend the mind. As Harrison searches for the girl, his sixth sense begins to awaken in terrifying ways—visions of impossible landscapes, voices that don’t belong, and memories he can’t trust. Each clue draws him deeper into a labyrinth of cults, madness, and cosmic forces older than the stars. At the heart of it all waits Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos—a god with a thousand faces and one singular purpose: to unmake Harrison’s mind and use his body as a vessel to walk the earth. To find the girl, Harrison must confront his own trauma, the truth behind his strange blue eyes, and the horrifying reason Arkham has been calling him back all along. But in a world where truth itself corrupts, some answers are better left unknown.

Devil’s Bedtime Stories An Anthology of One-Shot Horror Tales > “Not all stories are meant to be told at night. Some were never meant to be told at all…” Behind every nightmare lies a truth that someone tried to bury. In this collection of twisted horror one-shots, each volume opens the door to a different darkness— where hotel rooms rewrite your soul, shadows remember your name, and monsters don’t hide under your bed... they tuck you in. From cursed lakes and haunted towns to devils disguised as bedtime storytellers, every tale in this anthology is a slow, inescapable descent into madness, dread, and the chilling possibility that you were never alone to begin with. Once you open this book, you're already part of the story. And the Devil never forgets his readers. This is not a book for sleep. This is a book for those who want to know what's waiting in the dark... For those who are ready to stop pretending the whisper under their bed was the wind. For those who understand: > Once you start reading… you can’t unread what follows. --- SERIES FORMAT: Each Volume = One Complete Horror Story Every Release = A New Devil’s Bedtime Tale No Endings Are Safe. No Truth Is Entirely Buried. Every Story Is a Doorway You Choose to Open. --- > “Once you read it, it knows you. Once you dream it, it never leaves.”

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

In a world of shifting shadows and half-formed memories, a fractured soul awakens in the ruins of her own mind. Haunted by visions of a pale woman and the echo of forgotten names, she walks through a landscape where time has bled dry, searching for meaning, or perhaps for a way to vanish entirely. “BORN of grey” is a surreal descent into trauma, identity, and the slow unraveling of reality—a dreamscape where nothing is stable, and everything speaks in silence.

(“This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”) Deep in the heart of the dense forest, a group of children gathered for a game of hide-and-seek. Little did they know that this seemingly innocent game would soon take a sinister turn. The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor, and an eerie silence settled in the air. The children selected one of their own, a timid girl named Emily, to be the seeker. With a nervous smile, she closed her eyes and began counting, her voice echoing through the trees. As the seconds ticked by, the remaining children scattered into the darkness, seeking out the perfect hiding spots. Emily finished counting and opened her eyes, ready to find her playmates. But as she ventured further into the forest, a sense of foreboding gripped her. The once familiar surroundings seemed twisted and distorted, as if the very essence of the forest had turned against her. The trees, once tall and majestic, now appeared gnarled and twisted, their branches reaching out like skeletal arms. The moon's pale light filtered through the thick canopy, casting an otherworldly glow on the forest floor. An unsettling chill ran down Emily's spine, but she pressed on, determined to find her friends. "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com”