Shadows of the Past The phone rang twice before Frank Hawthorne picked it up. He hadn’t expected it. Not after years of silence. Years of trying to forget. But there it was, piercing the stillness of his apartment. He hesitated, fingers hovering over the receiver. Reminding him of the past was the last thing he…
Detective Nathan Cross stood in the alley, his boots sinking slightly into the slick pavement, the night air thick with fog. The mist wrapped around the streetlights like a veil, casting a dim, ghostly glow over the scene. He’d been here before. A woman’s body lay on the ground, positioned carefully, almost lovingly. Her eyes…
The fog was the town’s curse. Elara Pierce had heard the stories. You know, the ones you hear whispered between the lines of conversation, the ones that get pushed under the rug and only surface when someone’s feeling brave enough or desperate enough to talk. “Don’t let it get to you,” they’d say. But Elara…
Eliza Thorne’s heart hammered in her chest as she darted through the dense underbrush. The sharp thud of hooves grew louder with every step she took. The woods of Somerset were no sanctuary, not tonight. Cold wind stung her face, her breath quick and shallow, but she couldn’t slow down not yet. The branches scratched…
Clara Hargrave had always felt something unsettling about the old oak tree at the edge of the village. Its twisted branches loomed like skeletal hands against the sky, its bark blackened with age, as if it had witnessed the passing of countless generations. The village, nestled in the heart of the British countryside, had its…
Liora pressed her palm to the cold, transparent wall of her tower. Her breath fogged the surface, but the sound of her desperation was the only thing that answered. Outside, her kingdom was burning. She could see it feel it the smoke rising in thick plumes, the glow of flames licking the night sky. Yet,…
