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Stories (23)
THE QUIET ROOM WANTS WHAT IT WANTS
The house arrived on a flatbed in sections, slid down the throat of the cul-de-sac like a coffin ...
Scales of Vengeance
Rain drums like static across paper lanterns, painting the night red and trembling. Inside the Dr...
Wolverine: Rust and Ruin
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, r...

Whiskey Suns and Asphalt Dreams
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, an...
The Echo Room
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air....
Ashes of the Fleet
The fleet had broken in the sky. Fire still rained in streaks, burning trails across the night l...
Shards of Faith
The Metropolis skyline burned orange in the late afternoon. Traffic hummed, the air thick with e...

Ashwood: The Marrow Hunt
The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the...
The Errand
The note under the door was written in red pen, the words sharp and urgent: GO TO THE PHARMACY. ...
Red Sky at Dawn
The sky bled crimson over the ravaged lands of Yomi-no-Kuni, a parallel realm twisted by ancient ...
Splinter Claw: Vermin Protocol
The city of Draymoor was choking on itself, flooded alleys, corrupt police, biotech gangs, and ...
The Infinite Docket
The rain never stopped in Sector 12. Neon signs flickered like dying memories, reflecting off...
Clinic 88
The sky over Zone 4 is the color of dried blood. Plastic bags drift like ghosts over the burnt-ou...
Resident Evil – Black Pines
The chopper blades tore through the fog as Chris Redfield stared down at the stretch of untouched...
True Detective: The Black Star Communion
The year was 1999. Detective Julian Marr, a burned-out Louisiana homicide detective, was reassign...
Indiana Jones and the Mask of Serqet
Egypt, 1938. A dig site in the Siwa Oasis collapses beneath a blood-red sunset. Workers scream as...
Indiana Jones and the Thirteenth Hour
In the fall of 1952, beneath a blood-orange sky over Marrakesh, Indiana Jones chases a man throu...
Tiny Kingdom
Elijah Harrow was born into silence. Raised by his father in an isolated patch of the Appalachian...
Indiana Jones and the Choir of Shadows
In the shifting shadows of post-war Istanbul, Indiana Jones sits beneath a flapping canvas in the...
Ghost Rider: Ashes of Perdition
A rusted sign clung to one post by a single nail: Perdition – Pop. 0. Johnny Blaze rolled through...
Blood, Dust and Broken Maps
The desert doesn’t forget. Not bones, not blood, and definitely not betrayal. Calder Rook had sp...
1917 : Weapon X
The war had already gone on too long. The fields were no longer green but churned with red, soake...
Bloodwood Hollow
The blade wasn't special. Just a 10-inch tanto edge, blackened steel, dull from years of use. But...