Avynnc Stories

‎I talk to you like you're still here. ‎ ‎Because you are... aren't you? ‎ ‎Every day, I wake up and make sure you're okay. I sit beside you, tell you things, fill the silence before it gets too loud. You don't always answer-but that's alright. You never really liked talking much anyway. ‎ ‎No one else seems to notice you. ‎They never do. ‎ ‎But I remember you. ‎I remember everything. ‎ ‎The way you used to smile. ‎The way you told me not to leave. ‎The way you promised you wouldn't either. ‎ ‎Something feels wrong lately. ‎You've been quieter than usual. ‎Sometimes... you're not there when I turn around. ‎ ‎But that's okay. It has to be okay. ‎ ‎Because if you're not here anymore- ‎then that would mean... ‎ ‎No. ‎I won't think about that. ‎ ‎I'll just stay right here. ‎Like I promised. ‎ ‎Right where you used to be. ‎ ‎ ‎

A notebook filled with fragmented thoughts is all that remains. At first, it reads like a quiet reflection-memories, emotions, pieces of a life carefully written down. But something feels off. The words begin to break, thoughts repeat, gaps widen. Names are never mentioned. Details slip away. The story slowly unravels, and so does the one telling it. As the pages turn, the line between reader and narrator begins to blur. What seems like a story starts to feel like something else-something happening in real time. Something being lost. By the time the truth begins to surface, it may already be too late to understand it. Or worse- too late to remember you ever tried.

He loved her long before she ever knew his name. ‎ ‎Before the stolen glances, before the whispered promises, before she chose him-Lucien had already given her everything. His loyalty. His silence. His eternity. ‎ ‎This is not the love story she remembers. ‎This is the one he endured. ‎ ‎Through shadows she never saw and battles she never knew he fought, Lucien stood at the edge of her world-watching, waiting, protecting. Loving her in ways that demanded sacrifice, restraint, and a quiet kind of pain no one would ever understand. ‎ ‎But love like his was never simple. ‎And it was never without consequence. ‎ ‎Because while she was finding him... ‎he was losing pieces of himself to keep her safe. ‎ ‎Now, the truth begins to unravel. ‎The moments she cherished hold deeper meanings. ‎The choices she made were never hers alone. ‎ ‎And the love she believed was fate... ‎may have been something far more dangerous. ‎ ‎A haunting retelling of a love that refused to break, ‎A Kiss Before Dusk - Book 2 reveals the untold side of eternity- ‎where devotion is quiet, sacrifice is unseen, ‎and loving her... was the most beautiful pain he would ever choose. ‎ ‎

She didn't mean to fall for him. It was never supposed to be anything more than a moment- a glance held too long, a touch that lingered just enough to feel dangerous. But some things aren't meant to be controlled... only survived. He is everything she should stay away from- guarded, unreadable, and carrying a darkness that doesn't just follow him... it consumes. And yet, the closer she gets, the more she realizes the truth: He doesn't push people away. He pulls them in... until there's nothing left to escape. What begins as curiosity quickly turns into something far more dangerous- a connection neither of them can explain, nor resist. Every stolen moment tightens the invisible thread between them, drawing them closer to a line they both know they shouldn't cross. Because some love stories aren't meant to save you. Some are meant to ruin you. And when the fall finally comes... it won't be gentle.

Some love stories begin with a spark. This one begins with waiting. When We Finally Stood in the Same World is a poetic fantasy born from longing, devotion, and hope. It tells the imagined story of two souls who find each other after distance, silence, and time have tried to keep them apart. When they finally meet, love is no longer an idea-it is something felt, lived, and chosen every day. This is a gentle, romantic vision of what happens when love is allowed to unfold without interruption. From first touch to shared adventures, quiet dates, a dreamlike wedding, and the life built afterward, the story follows a path rarely explored: the beauty of a happy ending that is complete. Written as both a confession and a promise, this book is not about conflict-it is about arrival. About the peace of finding home in another person. About imagining a forever where love grows softer, deeper, and more enduring with time. For anyone who has ever waited for someone they felt before they met-this story is for you. It is a love letter to patience, to hope, and to the happily ever after that lives in the heart long before it becomes real.

Evelyn Cross, 26, has never felt alone-not truly. Even in her quiet apartment, even with the doors locked, even when the lights are off, she feels it. The gaze. The thing that waits behind her mirror. Watching. Since childhood, Evelyn has suffered recurring nightmares: she's running barefoot through an endless town of broken houses and hollow-eyed mannequins. Something always chases her. No matter how fast she runs, she never escapes. She never sees its face-only the feeling that it knows her better than anyone else ever has. After her estranged father's sudden disappearance, Evelyn is called to Greywick, an abandoned town he was obsessed with investigating before he vanished. The town was evacuated decades ago after a fire gutted most of it-but there are no records of survivors, no one who remembers the evacuation. It was as if Greywick simply... stopped existing. Determined to understand what happened to her father-and maybe herself-Evelyn returns to Greywick with only a recorder, a flashlight, and her fading sanity. But Greywick remembers her.

The sea is not just water-it is memory. It listens. It watches. And it never forgets. She is a siren, born from the depths where light dares not linger, her voice woven with ancient power and deadly purpose. To love is to betray her kind... and to betray the ocean itself. He is a pirate, captain of The Tempest's Lament-a ship whispered about in fear and shadow. The sea has hardened him, taken from him, shaped him into something unbreakable... or so he believes. Until the night the ocean gives him back something instead. Not treasure. Not mercy. But her. When their worlds collide beneath a silent, watchful tide, something impossible begins to take shape. A bond that should not exist. A feeling that refuses to drown. But the ocean has laws older than love. The sirens will hunt what she has become. The pirates will fear what he cannot let go. And the deeper their hearts intertwine, the more the sea itself begins to turn against them. Because some stories are not meant to be written. They are meant to be swallowed. And yet... if love is strong enough to defy the ocean- will they survive it? Or will The Tempest's Lament become just another story lost beneath the waves... along with the two souls who dared to rewrite fate?

There are places in the dark where no one is meant to stay. ‎ ‎Noctis Hale knows this better than anyone. ‎ ‎He enters, he finishes, he leaves. That is how it has always been. ‎ ‎Until he stops leaving. ‎ ‎Drawn back to the same presence again and again, he begins to linger where he once would not-where silence feels different, where something fragile begins to take shape. ‎ ‎And somewhere between staying and returning- ‎ ‎he forgets what he was supposed to do. ‎ ‎

This is a story made of softness-of love that asks for nothing but to be felt. ‎ ‎Where Our Hearts Rest follows two souls who find each other not in chaos, but in calm. Their love blooms in the quiet moments: fingertips brushing like a promise, laughter carried in the breeze, and memories that feel like they were always meant to exist. Every glance lingers, every word holds warmth, and every heartbeat feels shared. ‎ ‎There are no storms to weather, no distances to cross, no forces that dare come between them. Instead, their story is woven from gentle days and golden afternoons, from reminiscing about how it all began to cherishing every second they spend side by side. ‎ ‎It's the kind of love that makes your chest feel light, your heart flutter, and your soul settle-like coming home to a place you never want to leave. ‎ ‎A sweet, tender romance that lives in simplicity, Where Our Hearts Rest is not about overcoming love... but simply living in it.

In a city erased from maps and memory, where the streets shift and names are forgotten, a young man named Elian arrives chasing fragments of a past he cannot recall. Guided only by a cryptic letter and haunted by dreams that feel more like memories, Elian is drawn deeper into a place that seems to know him - even if he does not know himself. As he navigates shadowed alleys, empty courtyards, and voices that echo without source, Elian uncovers symbols of a forgotten order, hints of betrayal, and whispers of a presence known only as the Watcher. Each step pulls him further into the city's secrets... and closer to truths long buried. Told through the eyes of a narrator who seems to understand far more than they should, The Hollow Light is a psychological mystery about memory, identity, and the stories we trust - or shouldn't. In this world, what is forgotten is never truly gone. And sometimes, what leads you out of the dark... may be the very thing that brought you there.

They say love is gentle. But no one ever warned her what happens when it becomes the only language she speaks. This is the story of a girl seen from a distance - never in first person, never fully understood. She does not confess. She does not explain. She only watches. And when her eyes settle on him, they never move again. Fifty chapters. Ten fragments in each. Every poem a step closer - or deeper. She does not want the world. She does not want options. She does not want saving. She wants him. And if love is a quiet thing, then why does it feel like something tightening? No one knows how it ends. Not even her.

In a world where dragons and humans once soared together in harmony, a darkness rises that threatens to consume everything. A mysterious infection spreads through the skies, twisting dragons into something unrecognizable-and turning once-loyal companions into instruments of fire, smoke, and death. Seven riders, bonded to their dragons by trust and blood, must confront the nightmare as it spreads faster than they can fight. Loyalties are tested, minds are broken, and bodies are transformed. In a war against the Hollow Breath, not all will survive... and those who do may never be the same again. As the skies burn and the smoke rises, the surviving few must face the ultimate choice: fight to save what remains of their world, or let it crumble beneath the wings of a corrupted, ancient power. A dark fantasy of courage, grief, and the fragile bonds that tie humans to dragons-and to each other.

It started as a joke. A night of masks, costumes, and laughter. No one questioned the blood. No one questioned the screams. Because on Halloween... everything looked fake. But by morning, something was wrong. People didn't just get sick. They changed. Skin stretched where it shouldn't. Bones shifted, cracked, and reshaped. Hunger became something else-something violent. And the worst part? It didn't kill you. It kept you alive long enough to become it. Now, a group of friends-once bound by loyalty, now fractured by betrayal-must survive in a world where trust is more dangerous than the infected. Because the creatures hunting them... aren't dead. They remember. They adapt. And they are still evolving. But as the infection spreads and bodies twist into something unrecognizable, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Not everyone in the group is still human. And by the time they realize it... it might already be too late.

In a world that breathes in balance, nothing exists without its opposite. Stillness has a keeper. Chaos has a name. She was born to quiet the fractures-to hold together what should have already fallen apart. He was made to break, to change, to burn through anything that dares remain unmoved. They are not meant to meet. Not meant to touch. Not meant to feel. And yet- The moment their paths cross, the world begins to shift. Lights flicker. Time stutters. Something ancient stirs between them... something that was never meant to awaken. Because together, they are perfect balance. And perfect balance is dangerous. She steadies him. He unravels her. And somewhere between silence and chaos, between control and collapse- they begin to fall. But in a world that survives on equilibrium, love is not a blessing. It is a disruption. And if they don't let go of each other... everything will.

In a kingdom where sunlight ruled and secrets festered beneath silk and stone, a princess lived behind walls built to protect her from the world-and from herself. Her days were scripted, her smiles practiced, her future sealed in ink and royal blood. But beyond the garden wall, past curfews and caution, something ancient stirred. A presence forgotten by time but remembered by shadows. He was a creature of night-cursed, hunted, and hollowed by centuries of silence. A vampire whose name was feared in legend and buried by decree. When their paths crossed beneath a blood-moon sky, fate did not ask permission. It only demanded a price. This is the story of Seraphina, the girl born to wear a crown, and Lucien, the monster taught to hate it. And how love, when truly forbidden, becomes the most dangerous kind of magic.

In the forgotten town of Graven Hollow, no one ever gets sick. There are no hospitals. No ambulances. Only the Needle Clinic, standing silent at the edge of the woods, run by a doctor no one clearly remembers-Dr. Needleman. Once a month, every resident receives a "treatment" they cannot recall. A small sting. A white room. Then nothing. They wake up in their homes, with gauze on their arms and the eerie calm that follows compliance. But Aira Voss, a rebellious young woman haunted by strange dreams and a growing fear of what lies beneath her skin, misses her appointment. For the first time in years, her body is untouched. Un-stitched. And then... she starts remembering. Memories flood back-of cold metal arms, humming needles with thread that moves, of people being sewn into themselves, mouths stitched shut, eyes kept open by threaded lashes. As she digs deeper, the truth unravels: the treatments aren't curing anyone-they're changing them. And something is alive beneath the town. Something that feeds on fear, silence, and perfect skin. The thread was never meant to heal. It was meant to contain what should never have been born.