Wicked Grim Stories

Tag: dark tales

  • Chapter 2: When the Blade Spoke

    Chapter 2: When the Blade Spoke

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    “You do not know your name, but the stone remembers.” The blade is no artifact. It is a key -and it just opened something unfinished beneath the timeline.

  • Chapter 1: The Garden of the Forgotten Blade

    Chapter 1: The Garden of the Forgotten Blade

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    “Cerulia is waking. The Weavers of Void are stirring.” Anaya didn’t dig up the blade. The blade remembered her – and it had been waiting.

  • Fires of Violet Sky

    Fires of Violet Sky

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    Date: July 24, 2035 Author: Esi Noire In the twilight of Cerulia, where the horizon kissed the heavens with hues of violet and indigo, the air shimmered with the remnants of the last rain. It was a time when the world held its breath, suspended between the echoes of what had been and the whispers…

  • The Weavers of Void

    The Weavers of Void

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    Date: June 26, 2035 Author: Esi Noire In the heart of a cosmos woven with starlight and shadow, where the fabric of existence ripples like the surface of a tranquil lake, there exists a realm known only to those who dare to dream beyond the veil. Here, the Weavers of Void gather, their hands deftly…

  • Little Sandy and the Big Wolf

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    The narrative unfolds with Sandy, a restless teenager finding herself alone at home and yearning for something more than the mundane solitude of her surroundings. Feeling an inexplicable pull towards her grandmother’s secluded abode nestled in the heart of the dense woods, Sandy makes a spontaneous decision to embark on a journey without seeking permission…

  • The Wolf: Origin and Victims

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    The wolf, a majestic yet fearsome predator, had always been a creature of darkness, its sleek form blending seamlessly with the shadows that danced amidst the dense foliage of the ancient woods. With a primal instinct honed over generations, it prowled silently through the moonlit glades, seeking out unsuspecting young humans who dared to venture…