The forest of Eira Vale had always been a place of whispered warnings. Mothers told their children never to wander beyond the marked paths. Travelers avoided it at dusk when the air grew unnaturally still. And everyone in the nearby village knew one truth. The forest took what it wanted. No one taken by the forest ever returned. Elena Ward had grown up hearing these stories yet she never believed them. She thought they were meant to frighten children or keep travelers from getting lost. But on the night of her twenty third birthday as the fog rolled in thicker than she had ever seen she felt something calling to…

Aria Hale never liked the harbor at night but something about the moon that evening pulled her toward it like a quiet whisper. She walked along the pier with her coat wrapped tightly around her body as the wind skimmed across the water. The town of Greyshore had always felt heavy to her with its strange murmurs and unexplainable chills but that night the weight felt different almost as if the air itself was watching her. She stood at the edge letting the moonlight settle over her skin when a sudden disturbance prickled along the back of her neck. Someone was watching. Her pulse quickened. She turned slowly expecting to…

The wind drifted softly across the abandoned highlands as if carrying the last breathing memory of a world few still remembered. The moon hung low over the cliffs of Elarion Ridge and painted the land with a pale silver glow. At the center of the ridge a lone woman walked slowly through the sweeping grass fields, her boots brushing against ancient stones half buried in the earth. Her name was Lyria Vance. She was a researcher, a wanderer, and a collector of untold stories. For years she had traveled across distant continents recording myths and legends for her growing archive. But she had never planned to come here. Elarion Ridge…

The town of Redhollow carried an old superstition whispered from one generation to the next. They said when the crimson lanterns hanging above the market square flickered at midnight a doorway opened between the living and the forgotten. Most dismissed it as a ghost story meant to keep children indoors. But those who had lived long enough remembered nights when shadows moved against the wind and footsteps echoed without a source. Maeve Ellis did not believe in superstition. As a traveling painter she had visited stranger places and heard countless eerie tales yet none had ever proven true. Redhollow at first seemed no different. She arrived on a late autumn…

The night air in Ravensbury carried the scent of damp earth and wild roses, a fragrance both sweet and unsettling as it drifted through the narrow cobblestone streets. Most people avoided walking alone after dusk. Shadows in this town tended to behave strangely, stretching and curling like living things. Rumors said the Midnight Garden, hidden at the edge of the old forest, was responsible. It was a place that appeared only under certain phases of the moon, a place where time folded in on itself and where no one who entered came out unchanged. Elena Ward had spent her entire life fascinated by these rumors. As a historian researching lost…

The small coastal town of Hollowbay lay draped in a gentle silver glow each night as the moon settled above its quiet cliffs. To the passing traveler it was a place of peace where the wind carried only the sound of the waves crashing rhythmically onto the jagged rocks far below. Yet for those who lived within Hollowbay there existed a rumor spoken only in soft uneasy tones after the lamps were lit. It spoke of a presence that wandered the shoreline when the mist rolled in, a figure seen only under the full moon, neither ghost nor human, something caught between. Ivy Hart had grown up hearing the whispers…

The water of Moonlit Lake was unnaturally still that night reflecting the silver glow of the full moon with a clarity that made it look like a portal rather than a lake. Aria Fenton stood on the wooden pier her boots damp from the mist rising off the surface. She had returned to her childhood town of Hollowmere after ten long years hoping to find peace in its quiet woods and empty shores. Yet the lake held a presence she could not ignore as if something beneath the surface was watching her. Aria wrapped her coat tighter around her shoulders breathing in the cold air. Her memories of Hollowmere were…

The fog over Marlowe Bridge was thicker than usual the kind that clung to the river and blurred the lamps into soft trembling halos. Lira Hale stood at the railing her gloved fingers gripping the cold iron as she painted the scene in her mind before even lifting a brush. She had come to this small town seeking quiet after a year of heartbreak and exhaustion but Marlowe Bridge pulsed with something that felt alive in a way she could not explain. Her eyes drifted along the water when she noticed it again the flicker of a figure standing on the opposite end of the bridge. Tall unmoving almost translucent.…

The night had always held a quiet kind of magic in Ravenwood Valley but for Elara Morse the darkness had started to feel like a calling. Something in the air stirred whenever she walked through the orchard behind her grandmother’s old house. The apple trees seemed to whisper and the wind felt like the breath of something unseen. She was twenty six a wandering portrait artist who had returned to the valley only to settle her grandmother’s estate but the land felt too alive to leave. On the first night she stayed in the house she woke to the rustling of branches though there was no storm. Her room faced…

The first time Aria Leighton heard the voice it was just after midnight as she walked home from the observatory where she worked as a junior star analyst. The mountain air was cold brushing against her cheeks like a whisper and the sky above the ridge shimmered with constellations she knew by heart. The path was empty except for her steady footsteps and the sound of leaves rustling in the darkness. Then she heard it a low soft murmur drifting across the wind. A voice that sounded impossibly close yet distant as if coming from every direction at once. Aria She froze. Her breath hitched her pulse pounding. She spun…