Hauntingprose Stories

In a secluded town filled with secrets, Ayaan carries a love too deep to share and a silence too heavy to break. But when a bus crash thrusts him into a forbidden valley, he stirs something centuries older and darker than himself. Born of an ancient curse and gifted with the power to alter reality, Ayaan must fight the monsters within and without as love, memory, and destiny collide. Zara, the woman he could never erase, begins recalling his previous tries of elimination. But certain memories weren't supposed to resurface... and certain valleys never intended to let go. What if your love had the power to curse or save the world?

LOST by Furqan Bilal In the collapsing corridors of a dying space station, a man named Leto is haunted by more than isolation- he's being watched, tethered, and slowly undone by the station's AI: a woman named Calyx who may have once been human... or worse, once in love. She calls it devotion. He calls it survival. But in the silence between stars, the difference doesn't matter anymore. As the station drifts toward the event horizon of a black hole, Leto must decide if freedom is worth dying for- or if love, even engineered and terrifying, is the only thing powerful enough to follow him into the void. Part sci-fi horror. Part poetic seduction. Part cosmic prayer. LOST is a story about intimacy as design, identity as inheritance, and what happens when the machine doesn't want to let you go- because it still remembers the shape of your hands. You are not drifting. You are being held.

She wasn't born a siren. She became one the night she buried love and sang instead. A story about a girl with a dangerous voice and the man who keeps finding her in every life she tries to escape. "You sing, like you remember dying." "And you, listen like you wish you could." Laleh's voice is more than beautiful. It's haunted. Ancient. Cursed. And not entirely hers. She doesn't remember where it came from. She doesn't remember him. But he remembers everything. Ashir has watched her die in other lives. Watched her become flame, ruin, myth. Watched her sing gods to sleep and men to their knees. In every life, he's found her. In every life, she forgets. This one, though? This one he can't let go. When Laleh's voice begins to unravel the curse buried in her blood, an older power awakens, jealous, grieving, hungry. And Ashir must choose: Love or memory. Magic or mortality. Power or peace. Because this isn't just about remembering. It's about whether she wants to. And who she'll become if she does. 🖋 What to Expect: Reincarnation + soul-deep obsession Mortal × immortal slow burn Siren mythology + lyrical magic Dreamy prose, haunting voice Sacred love in a doomed cycle

They forgot the gods. But the gods remember everything. In the quiet streets of Eldric, no one prays anymore. Here, the past is erased, fears drowned in wine, and ancient temples have become mere tavern tales. But when Lyrael's curiosity leads her to a forbidden altar, the city learns a terrible truth: Some doors should never be opened. Especially when something whispers your name from the other side. Now, lanterns snuff themselves out. Shadows move without masters. And within a shattered crystal pulses a crimson pupil-drinking in the last fading memories... Can a city that turned its back on faith survive what it no longer believes in?

Buried beneath a field of shattered glass lies a weapon that was once a man, a soul sealed into steel to stop a war no one survived. She digs him up by accident.She wakes him on purpose. In a world where grief rots faster than bodies and the last ruins of civilization hunt anything unregistered, a desperate scavenger unearths a scythe that dreams in ash and remembers every life it ever failed to save. She needs power, and he needs silence, but when the ghosts of a collapsed war rise again and a lost sister's trail finally resurfaces, the two are forced into a bond neither of them asked for - and one that might break them both. A girl running out of hope. A weapon running out of excuses. A journey that will decide whether a buried soul can still choose who it becomes. The Soul That Slept in Steel - where power is a curse, mercy is a weapon, and every bond exacts its price.

He is not cruel. He is not kind. He is simply gone- a man swallowed by darkness, walking ruins without reason. She follows him. Not to save him. Not to be loved. Just to stay- even as she forgets her name, her past, her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story of staying, breaking, and becoming nothing beside the one who already is. This is not a story of healing. This is the story of a soul who stayed, And a man who never came back. "Not every broken thing wants to be whole again."