Gaslight Novels & Stories

The gas was overpowering me, and I felt myself slipping. Tears streamed down my face as the gas continued to irritate my eyes, making it impossible for me to see clearly. My gaze was cloudy, my vision blurred by the stinging sensation that felt like a thousand needles piercing my eyeballs. I blinked repeatedly, trying to clear my eyes, but it only seemed to make things worse. The gas was everywhere, seeping into every pore, every orifice, making it hard for me to breathe, to see, to think. Alessia's voice was a faint whisper, "Stay with me..." But I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. I thought, my mind racing with the realization that I was trapped in a meticulously planned trap. T

I put on baby pink silk pajamas with spaghetti straps and shorts on. I go to the kitchen where the bag of my medicines was. I fill a glass full of water and open the bottle. No more than two. I recite in my mind again and again. If I don't eat three I will have nightmares but I need something to knock me out. I want to have a dreamless sleep. But I can't do this to myself. YOU NEED SLEEP VICTORIA! The voice in my head says. But I can't take two. THEN GOOD LUCK RELIVING THOSE MEMORIES!

Greg shook his head. He didn’t want this to be happening. However, when he looked at his mother, he saw it right in front of him. His father probably had no clue and didn’t know that he was being used as a pawn for his wife. Greg felt his own energy change in a way it never had before. He also felt the babies reacting to his change. He had to calm down. The simple fact he was the one who was causing the change in the babies scared him. They knew he was angry, beyond angry.

Fast. The flat seemed to evaporate into darkness as the shock wave lifted ger off her feet and flung me against the hallway wall. I lay on my side, more or less conscious, winded, but weirdly calm. The room was dark with dust. After a while, I became aware of a breeze and something flapping in the gloom beside her. I put out her hand and touched the carpet, and felt glass beneath my fingers. Behind the shattered window, the curtains stirred. Somewhere outside, a woman was screaming. Every few seconds came the crash of falling masonry. I could smell the odour of gas.

My heavy words were a knife cutting through the years of silence, a demand for an explanation that could rewrite everything I thought I knew. I saw Solaris’ mouth hung open in a silent gasp. The pain and shock in his eyes were evident. It wasn't the fear I had glimpsed earlier – it was a raw, primal grief that seemed to age him in seconds. Dmitri and Dominica’s imposing auras also seemed to shrink slightly, as they couldn’t hide their shock either.

" Her subjects shouted in a slogan with their hands pumping in air. But what....? If the citizens of her country were happy then what is the meaning of 'but' she had in the dream? Amara shut her eyes tight and closed her ears as if it would stop the voices. She squaled aloud but the words running in her head wouldn't stop. As she was trying to recollect her lost breathe the closed window beside her bed suddenly opens like somebody unlatched it with force. A violent gail passes through the casement shaking every article in the room. "Beauty did you recognize me?" A villainous titter followed the words as if teasing her. Amara looks around, the bed light flickers for a few times and falls to t

He asked, looking at me straight in the eyes. I heaved a sigh and nodded. " Okay, I'm in," I muttered. " Good. " He said, and we walked out. . . . Natalie's P. O. V I sat on the chair and pretended that I was still tied in it. Soon the door opened and Lucy walked in and the countenance in the room changed. It felt kind of bad like evil was lurking around, and it was not a good feeling. " Lucy..." I called gently. " What are you planning to do?" I asked, and I saw her shiver... She was not herself.

Lucia stopped when the next moment, the entire place was filled with mist and I could not see anything aside from the white mist blocking my eyesight from seeing my surroundings. "Lucia? Are you still there? Orion?" I panicked. I haven't read about River of Flames much and I'm afraid that we would just suddenly be poisoned by this mist or there is something that will suddenly swallow us whole while we stood there. "I'm here, Ophelia. I'm fine. It's just, I'm a little uncomfortable that I can't see anything. This mist is getting to my nerves," I heard Lucia. "Orion?" I called but no one answered. So I talked to Raja in my mind.

He said. “Yeah, me too. I’m gonna go and have a shower.” I said. I went to the bathroom and I had a shower and washed my hair. I got dressed into a shirt and shorts and then I went into the living room and I turned my computer on. I turned the TV on as well but there was no reception. The vampires obviously knocked it out and I couldn’t see what was happening in the outside world at the moment. Lucas went to the bathroom to have a shower and I started digging through my bag for rations, but when Lucas got out of the bathroom I told him that I was going to raid the kitchen.

The memory of that night is seared into her mind, a haunting reminder of how quickly happiness can turn to despair. The evening began like any other. The sky was a deep indigo, the stars twinkling overhead as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Aqua and her parents were gathered in their cozy living room, the fireplace crackling warmly. Zara was reading a story aloud, her soothing voice weaving magic into the air, while Milak playfully tussled Aqua's hair, making her giggle.