The air in the command module tasted metallic, like rusted wire and static. Lieutenant Mara Voss gripped the armrests of her seat as the ship lurched, her boots pressing into the floorplate with a dull thud. Outside the reinforced glass,…
Maya’s fingers brushed against the brittle edge of the journal as she pulled it from the attic box, its leather cover cracked like old skin. The air reeked of dust and mildew, but beneath that, something sharper—a metallic tang she…
The Aether’s engines hummed like a dying beast, their vibration thrumming through the steel ribs of the ship as Captain Mara Voss stared at the static-laced screen. The signal had come from nowhere—no coordinates, no pattern, just a pulse of…
Mara’s boots sank into the wet sand as she trudged past the rusted gates of the abandoned pier. The air reeked of brine and decay, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She hadn’t meant to come…
The air reeked of pine resin and sweat as Sarah Hayes stepped off the wagon, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Red Creek sprawled before her, a patchwork of sagging wooden buildings and smoldering bonfires. She adjusted her…
The first time Lila heard the voice, she was knee-deep in the tide, her toes curling against the cold grip of the ocean. The water clawed at her legs, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. She’d…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, electric tension, like the moment before a storm. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material stiff against her palms as she stepped into the observation chamber. The glass…
The *Odyssey* hummed through the void, its hull gleaming under the pale light of a dying star. Captain Mara Voss stood at the bridge, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the command console. The crew had been in stasis…
The air in Blackmoor tasted like rust and old secrets. Lila pressed her palm against the cold iron gate, feeling the tremor of the clock tower’s chime vibrate through her bones. It was midnight, and the town had gone quiet—too…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, mechanical whir, like a heartbeat trapped beneath the earth. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material crackling as she stepped into the sterile glow of the observation chamber.…
The first time Clara heard the whistle, she was knee-deep in the creek, her fingers curled around a rusted key. The sound sliced through the fog—high, thin, and wrong. Not the call of a train or a bird but something…
The air stank of rust and damp stone as Kaela pressed her palm against the crumbling tower wall, her fingertips tracing the jagged scar where the ancient sigil had been chiseled out. The forest around her whispered, leaves brushing against…
The air tasted like ozone and pine when Lila found the first body. She’d been following the trail for hours, her boots crunching through brittle leaves as the sun dipped low over the jagged peaks. The forest had always felt…
The sky above Virelia burned with a sickly green hue, casting an eerie glow over the cracked earth. Kaela Voss adjusted her visor, the thin plastic humming as it filtered the toxic air. Her boots sank into the dust, each…
Mara’s boots crunched over frost-bitten gravel as she approached the iron gates of Blackvale Orphanage, the morning air sharp with the scent of pine and decay. The structure loomed ahead, its gothic spires clawing at a bruised sky, windows like…