Hallucinations Stories

The throne room shimmered like a wounded lullaby. Marble floors mirrored torchlight, but the air was heavy with disdain. Priests in gold-lined robes. Advisors carved from old stone. And voices- sharp as scripture. "A boy cannot command." "A submissive creature cannot be King." "Let him sing in silk, not speak in law." And yet- Taehyung sat. Bare wrists resting on the throne's cold arms. Lashes downcast, but gaze unfazed. Like moonlight resting on a blade. He said nothing. He did not explain, did not defend. He simply was- draped in silver silence, crowned in defiance. Until- The doors opened. Slow. Ancient. Final. And in stepped Jeon Jungkook. The King of Iron Nights. The shadow-draped tempest in black velvet and stormfire eyes. He moved with thunder in his veins and a smirk carved like sin on his lips. He did not ask permission. He did not greet the court. He only walked- to him. The condemned Queen. The boy they all feared would break the crown. Taehyung did not look up. Not until- A shadow knelt. The hall gasped- a sound like glass shattering beneath velvet. Jungkook bent low, like prayer, like gravity itself bowed with him. Then he did what no one dared believe- He took Taehyung's foot -fragile, pale, sacred- lifted it onto his knee... And kissed it. Not with hunger. But with hush. With worship. With forever. Then he pressed his forehead against it, eyes closed, breath steady, and whispered so only the boy on the throne could hear: "My moon-blessed Swan..." The room fell into a stillness so deep it felt like snowfall on a battlefield.

✨️ "මෙය... මාගේ කර්කශ ප්‍රේමයේ උගුල තුළ... නුඹව... මෘදුව සිරකර ගැනීමේ... මරණීය යක්ෂමය කලාවයි." ✨️ ✨️"This is the demonic and deadly art of gently imprisoning you within my love trap."✨️ -කේශ-

seventeen year old josh stevenson thinks smoking is just another way to quiet, the pressure, the silence at home and the noise in his head. but the more he escapes into the haze, the more the world around him begins to twist - shadows begin to whisper, reality slips and faces begin to blur. (a josh stevenson - waterloo road fanfic, starting s7 ep23)

Contrary to popular belief, Benjamin Brooks isn't crazy. He simply sees dead people. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop him from being admitted to a psychiatric unit to treat his so-called schizophrenia. But the clinic isn't what it seems - and neither are the other patients, behaving in ways that no diagnosis can explain. Now Benjamin is stuck with: - a kid who can't keep one identity straight, - a sugar-fueled meltdown waiting to happen, and - a walking hazard warning. Together, they set out to uncover the truth. What could possibly go wrong?

Transcriptions of the remaining journal entries from the late Vice President of the United States, Andromache Locke.

Suitcase is now a part of the OSC. Will she be able to handle it, or will she drown? Suitcase has to handle the chaos of the people around her, the chaos between the OSC, her hallucinations, and one of her favorite people being a ghost now. Can she get through even one day? Cover art by AstroGirl12 :D

An outcast, will she ever get accepted into this new reality?

Dedue skids to a halt as he takes in the scene before him. His Highness's fallen form fills his vision, his body pierced with a multitude of lances, a growing blood stain swelling around him. Dedue's heart stutters in his chest. He's paralyzed; his lungs seize, his mind shatters. Blink. Dedue forces himself to take a lurching step forward. Inhale. He manages another step. Go to him Dimitri's lips move around silent syllables. He's still alive. All is not lost yet. Alternatively: what if Hilda saved Dimitri on Gronder field and brought him back to the Alliance camp instead of simply finding his body? ~~~ *trigger warnings for graphic depictions of violence, gore, wound care, vomiting, nightmares, PTSD, suicide attempt, self-hatred, unhealthy co-dependence, minor character death*

Virat, a doctor by profession had completed his degree in London. After that he decided to go India to meet his bestfriend Sai (whom he secretly loves)from whom he got separated in childhood because of his father's sudden tranfer in London. He was utterly dumbfounded when Sai told him about her love, Vishal.

It's been three months since Chris went back up to the mountains , rescuing Josh , who was in the process of becoming a wendigo.

'𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳.... 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳! 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽'𝚃! ' *** sᴇǫᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇ. °°°° still dealing with the trauma of life, Scorpius trys to battle with the pain without help from Albus. they land themselves in more trouble than it's worth. with Delphi's forces growing stronger and the world growing darker, will they be able to help each other?. °°°°° 'YOU PROMISED! SCORPIUS YOU PROMISED! 𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘗, There was no way to get out of this one. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘴? a conversation similar to this came into his mind. 𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. '𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘴... ' 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. '𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘴... 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵... 𝘐... ' 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. '𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘴.... 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦... ' 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥,

"Louis, I still see her.I still see Lucy." "Harry she's been gone for almost three years now.""I know she has. But I just keep seeing her, she looks scared.""It's probably your fever Harry, I'm sure wherever she is she's fine. Go back to sleep."Harry Styles has been strucken with a bad case of the flu, high temperature and chills as he is confined to bed. Then he see's Lucy. As in his little sister Lucy who died in a car almost three years ago. Everyone tells him it's his fever but she seems too real. He isn't going crazy right? This has to be some silly dream, or a bone chilling Nightmare.'Cause your face it still haunts My Once Pleasant dreams.

The city of Tarkong is in the middle of a war zone as the citizens are caught in the crossfire. Embry Iwasaki had been helping her parents her whole life until her Dad was caught in a shooting and her Mum had fallen into a coma. She has been quiet ever since and has started to see hallucinations, but then she meets someone...

Two days before the great escape, an unexpected visitor arrived at King Peppy's door. The air was thick with unease as the old Bergen Chef, draped in shadow and malice, presented the Troll King with a small glass bottle. Inside, the pills shimmered faintly, like captured starlight. With a sly smile, Chef promised they possessed a wondrous power-the ability to make a troll truly happy. King Peppy turned the bottle in his hands long after she'd gone, the promise echoing in his mind. Happiness in a pill? It sounded too strange, too simple. Yet curiosity-tinged with a quiet hope-gnawed at him. He thought of Branch then. The young troll's colors had faded to gray only an day ago, his heart dimmed by the loss of his grandmother. If anyone needed a glimpse of joy again, it was him. Perhaps this mysterious gift could bring it back. And so, the King made his decision. Branch would be the first one to take the "miracle".

It's all in the title buddy! Feel free to leave a suggestion, but that doesn't automatically mean I'll do it though. I'm doing this for fun and I won't update super often unless I have a sudden stroke of inspiration.

Fed up and out of alternatives, Batman locks the Joker away in his own personal prison down in the Batcave. Theses chapters are nonlinear and are mostly in a Drabble like format This is based on the Arkham series. The idea I'm kinda going for is that during the first Arkham game when joker purposely gets captured to get into Arkham, in stead of taking him there, batman just brings him to the batcave.

Asha doesn't sleep anymore. The doctors at St. Kilda say the insomnia is in their head-that the lights, the whispers, the movements are nothing but side effects and stress. But Asha swears the hospital is alive. Every night, the ceilings twitch. The walls breathe. Something in the vents whispers their name. They started keeping a diary to stay sane-to separate what's real from what isn't. But the pages keep changing when they're not looking. Sleep is mercy. Wakefulness is punishment. And the ceiling is watching.

I felt something wet on my cheek. It was very unfamiliar. I could feel tears. Ambrosia Fall, a girl who lived a pretty normal life on the out side never really felt normal on the inside. She was made to face her fathers death before she could even fully process her feeling for him. "Don't believe what they say, believe what you see, because he will return but this time your father will not be there to protect you." Why? Read on to find out how Ambrosia stabs into the truth and in the process finds love.

She watched from across the window. Then one day, she was gone. When Vikram moves into a new apartment to rebuild his life, he becomes intrigued by the woman on the balcony opposite his. Every evening, she appears-silent, steady, strangely comforting. Until she vanishes without a trace. No one else remembers her. The flat is empty. And the more Vikram searches for answers, the more reality begins to slip through the cracks. A haunting psychological thriller about perception, paranoia, and the secrets that hide in plain sight

"I'm assuming you're here to visit someone," said the woman at the front desk, not even looking at them. Enji nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He already dreaded what he was about to say, even though there was no real way of avoiding it. "We're here to see Touya Todoroki." Enji could feel his family collectively tense. All except Shoto, who'd never known his eldest brother. Enji didn't know if that was a mercy or not. "Yeesh, family visits," the woman grumbled, looking at each of them. "Always a hassle." She stood up from the desk. "Follow me." "What's going on?" Fuyumi asked, nerves spiking. No one answered her Yeah, so this is a one shot I wrote. idk why I wrote it, but it exists now. Yay :D I don't feel like writing a description so here y'all go :P Enjoy!! ~moonjayxx