The snow came early that year. Thick, heavy, merciless. Bran was hunting alone when he heard the scream — sharp, wild, tearing across the frozen pines like a hawk’s cry. He found her near the riv...

In the House of Bastet, hidden deep in the labyrinth of Memphis, only those marked by the goddess herself were allowed entry. Neferu was one of them — a priestess cloaked in linen so sheer it barel...

Ixchel was once a weaver in the city of Copán — her fingers stained with the colors of crushed flowers, her eyes wide as the full moon. At sixteen, she was taken — not by war, not by plague, but by ...

In the high mountains where the condors wheeled and the stones drank sunlight, there was a girl named Amaru. She was an Aclla — a Chosen Woman — raised in cloisters of gold and silence to weave, to b...

Before the earth split and Hades claimed her, Persephone had another secret. A lover. One no poet dared to name. He came from the woods beyond Eleusis — a wild god of no temples, no hymns, only t...

The night Alethea dared the sacred grove of Artemis, the olive trees whispered warnings. No mortal woman was meant to walk there after sunset, especially not alone, especially not bare-footed and bare...

It was in Rajasthan, where the sands eat memory and the nights hum with ghost songs, that Kiara found the temple. Locals warned her: The Temple of Mirrors does not welcome the living. But Kiara, r...

The night air in Shiraz was heavy with jasmine and old poems. Elena, an American tourist with a cracked leather journal tucked under her arm, wandered too far from the bustling square. She was tipsy o...

The summer air in Kerala was thick with the scent of ripening mangoes. Maya wandered barefoot into the grove behind her grandmother’s old house, her cotton saree clinging to her damp skin. She hadn’t ...

It started with a free punch card. Eli, who considered himself both a realist and a proud pessimist, found it fluttering on the sidewalk outside Perky Bean Café. Ten stamps already. One free drink....

Dina had a gift. A sixth sense. Some call it luck. Others call it witchcraft. Her neighbors just called it annoying. She could always find a parking spot. Always. In Brooklyn. On a Saturday. During...

Jamal hated elevators. Not because he was claustrophobic—no, he just knew too much. Worked IT for a midtown high-rise. He’d seen things: spreadsheet crimes, VPN sins, one guy using Excel to draw fan a...

It began, as most things in New York do, with a bagel. Terry, a junior analyst with a mustache of dubious confidence, stepped out of his apartment with an everything bagel slathered in cream cheese...

The cathedral was silent at midnight. Empty pews stretched like shadows. Candles flickered near the altar, casting a soft glow over centuries of stained glass and stone saints. She stepped inside, ...

The hotel hummed with post-wedding laughter. Distant music still pulsed from the ballroom, muffled by floors of carpet and champagne. She leaned against the suite door, barefoot, bouquet wilted in ...

They shouldn’t be here. The library was closed. The kind of quiet that hums in your bones had settled in—only the creak of old floorboards and the occasional gust of wind against the stained glass ...

It started with a look—just a look. They stepped into the elevator together at 11:37 p.m., both damp from the summer storm outside. Her dress clung to her like second skin, rain-slicked and scandal...

The city lights flickered through the hotel window like restless stars, their glow washing over her skin as she leaned against the cool glass. Rain traced rivulets down the pane, echoing the soft puls...

The drill whirred like a wasp in a bottle, slicing into the drywall with mechanical indifference. Marcus held it steady, jaw tight, arms locked. His girlfriend, Eliza, watched from across the room, le...

Martin’s blood still buzzed with adrenaline when he stomped down his driveway, his fists knotted at his sides. The argument with his neighbor, Greg Thompson, had started over a stray soccer ball—and s...

He’d never forgotten her. Nearly twenty years ago, Amy Greene had been the girl next door—laughing over chemistry homework, the way her hair caught the sunlight, her shy smile whenever he passed. B...

The desert sun had a way of making you forget things — who you were, where you were going. It burned the thoughts right out of you, leaving nothing but heat and dust. And yet, as Solara crouched behin...

In the sleepy town of Wrenwood, nestled between rolling hills and endless rows of oak trees, there was a small bookshop on Maple Street — Clementine's Books & Co. It had been there for decades, a quie...

She found the house by accident. An old manor swallowed by ivy, hidden behind the trees at the edge of the town she was trying to forget. The listing was old, unloved — dirt cheap. The real estate ...

England, 1821. Lady Eliza Fairmoor was everything a duke’s daughter should be — obedient, graceful, tragically beautiful. Her life was stitched in lace and silence, days spent learning to host, to ...