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Spring Sacrifice
The woods of Hollow Glen were quiet, save for the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the last rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting long, eerie shadows. The group of teenagers—Ellie, Jake, Sarah, and Ryan—had ventured there on a dare. Rumors of strange happenings in the forest around Easter had been passed down for years, but none of them believed in ghost stories.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
Eggshells
Margaret Whitlock was known as the best artist in the sleepy town of Greystone. Her specialty was Easter egg sculptures—delicate, intricate creations painted with painstaking detail. Each egg was a marvel, depicting pastoral scenes, mythical creatures, and swirling patterns so fine they seemed almost alive. Every Easter, people from all over flocked to her gallery to admire and buy her work.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
Ch. 9: Seven Demons, One Darling
The scent of Simeon’s room—vanilla and ozone—clung to my skin like a phantom as I walked the corridors of the House of Lamentation. It felt like a secret, one that the shadows themselves might whisper to the walls. My body was a map of contradicting sensations: the deep, pleasant ache from Simeon’s worship, and the newer, raw thrill from his furious reclamation. My mind was a storm of static. I just needed not to be alone.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 5 days ago
Ch. 8: Seven Demons, One Darling
The coffee at the Devildom café was bitter, thick as tar, and utterly delicious. Simeon stirred a precise amount of honey into his, the spoon clicking softly against the porcelain. Moonlight, a filtered, curious kind that pushed through the perpetual haze, cut across the small table between them, highlighting the faint dust motes that danced in the air.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 5 days ago
The White Hare's Revenge
Tobias Cullen had always been a quiet boy, meek and timid, with wide, innocent eyes that rarely made contact with others. He lived on a small, isolated farm at the edge of the village of Dunsfield, a place where the ground was barren, and the seasons seemed to pass by in slow, cruel cycles. He had been tormented by the villagers for as long as he could remember—called names, pushed into ditches, humiliated at every turn. They called him "the hare," mocking his pale skin and slight frame. Every Easter, when the town came alive with celebration and laughter, Tobias was forgotten. His existence was as invisible to them as the soft whispers of the wind.
By V-Ink Stories12 days ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
The town of Red Hollow had long since abandoned the joy of Easter. What had once been a celebration of spring and renewal had turned into a time of terror. Every year, as Easter morning dawned, the sun would rise blood-red, bathing the land in its eerie glow.
By V-Ink Stories12 days ago in Fiction
Ch. 7: Seven Demons, One Darling
The scent of the House of Lamentations—old parchment, magic, and the faint, sweet note of Beelzebub’s latest protein shake—was a welcome blanket after the stark cleanliness of the human world. I dropped my bag just inside the doorway, the weight of the week with Solomon still a pleasant hum in my muscles. It had been cathartic, necessary. A reclaiming of myself.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 12 days ago
Ch. 6: Seven Demons, One Darling
Leaving Leviathan’s room felt like exiting a warm, pressurized aquarium and re-entering the murky ocean of the mansion. My body ached in specific, intimate ways, a memory-map of the night before. I moved carefully, a slight, deep twinge with each step, a constant physical echo of Mammon’s and Leviathan’s desperate, competitive claim. Their combined scent, salt and ozone, and a faint cologne, seemed woven into my skin.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 12 days ago
Egg of the End
The excavation had been years in the making. Nestled deep within the sands of an isolated desert, the Temple of Aasha—the so-called “Womb of Eternity”—had long been a legend among archaeologists. Dr. Eleanor Voss and her team finally unearthed its secrets in the weeks leading up to Easter. At the heart of the temple lay the prize that would make history: an egg.
By V-Ink Stories19 days ago in Fiction
Candy Curse
Easter was always the busiest season for Mathias Grayson, the famed chocolatier of the quaint town of Willowridge. His confections were renowned—velvety truffles, delicate pralines, and his pièce de résistance: intricately molded chocolate Easter eggs filled with hidden surprises. People came from miles around to buy his creations, enchanted by their taste and beauty.
By V-Ink Stories19 days ago in Fiction
Ch. 5: Seven Demons, One Darling
The promise of escape with Solomon was a small, cold pebble in my pocket. I clung to it as I navigated the House of Lamentation’s halls the next day, the memories of the library and Solomon’s bed a fresh, complicated ache. My body felt different—well-used, sensitive in a way that was both pleasurable and a constant, low-grade reminder of my own fractured state.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 19 days ago
Ch. 4: Seven Demons, One Darling
The summons hung in the air long after the chime faded, a hook in my sternum. But I didn’t go to Diavolo. The profound, hollow quiet Belphie had left me with made the thought of the prince’s sunny, calculating presence feel abrasive. I wandered the school’s peripheral halls instead, a ghost in my own skin, the physical reminders of the brothers a faint, sticky ache between my legs.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 19 days ago
