Browsing Mystery Stories

In the shadow of ancient Rome, an archaeologist unearths more than artifacts. A forbidden gate whispers secrets across centuries. When Iole, a modern archaeologist, uncovers an ancient Roman gate, she's swept into a world where science meets the supernatural. Alongside Lucius, a brilliant Roman scientist ahead of his time and eager to explore the uncharted, Iole unravels a timeless mystery of love, curses, and the secrets of time itself. The past beckons, and destiny awaits beyond the misty veil.

In the frozen wastelands of Cyberia, where machines and flesh have fused into something neither living nor dead, a lone wanderer named Toska searches for meaning in a world that refuses to let him die. Haunted by fragmented memories and dreams that feel too human to be his own, he drifts through a landscape of blood-stained snow, rusting titans, and chimeric horrors borne from a tormented imagination.

This is a beautiful and emotionally rich premise — it has music, memory, family secrets, and the bittersweet theme of saying goodbye.

After her twin brother Elliot disappears, Elleanore Fonze assumes his identity and enters the elite Alpha-only Royal Triskelion Academy. Disguised beneath scent suppressors and her brother’s uniform, she navigates a world of powerful heirs, strict hierarchy, and dangerous secrets.

Gabriela was never meant to fall this far.

Who does not know Christmas Carol By Charles Dickens? One of my favorite writers and books. With Christmas just around the corner, and the November Challenge: "She kissed him goodnight, knowing he wouldn't remember her tomorrow", I took the risk to expand on Dickens' story and to once more to unchain YOUR hearts, this time in the FOURTH INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION. Ready to revolutionize YOUR hearts with the new version of Christmas Carol?

Ariana knows Michael won't remember her tomorrow, but when a series of strange encounters shatter her reality, she begins to wonder if there will even be a tomorrow.

This story came not from intention, but from invitation. I entered a writing contest, five themes offered, but only one stirred an ancient memory. So, I chose, write from the point of view of a non-human character. I didn’t plan. I didn’t ponder. I simply listened. And as I did, the words came, not like bricks I stacked, but like wind flowing through a chime. I wasn’t the builder. I was the instrument. A conduit. In a few days, the manuscript formed itself, concise, reverent. Every sentence arrived as if it was already known. Time didn’t stretch; it folded. And in that folding, I glimpsed something transcendent. This writing is an echo of that moment. Here, the non-human voice is not alien, it is Divine. It is the Son speaking across an illusion. It is the Holy Spirit whispering through eternity. It is nature humming in perfect union. It is Christ as you, as me, as us. Time is not linear. It is a story unraveling in reverse, returning to its point of origin. The clock does not count forward, it collapses inward, back into the One Mind that imagined it. And in that collapse, we remember we are not creations of time. We are architects of eternity. This manuscript flows from that Truth. It is not fiction. It is a remembrance. It is the story of Who we truly are. Bob

So, a depressed teenager, a witch, a half-human half-fae, and a bored prodigy walk into a haunted house...

For five years, Maggie has lived a life of daily sacrifice, forced to reintroduce herself to her husband, Jon, whose rare amnesia wipes his memory clean every time the sun sets.