The Crucible

The era of witches is gone forgotten but for a few that has lived through it. A teenage girl will discover her powers in a most unlikely manners. In a world predominantly governed by humans, how will our squad fare?

A particularly dark tale. Not for the faint of heart. He was the all-powerful Magistrate Mathis. The man that accused the witches and then found them guilty in the dungeons of WitchFall Fortress. I had feared ever being one of them, but not enough to be dissuaded from figuring out why he didn't seem to be what he was. So I followed him into the woods one day and discovered the one secret he was willing to wreak havoc to keep. The secret he'd make me pay for ever knowing. And if he couldn't have me on my terms, well he was certainly powerful enough to find a way, wasn't he? The most horrible kind of way... Barely understanding what was happening, I soon found myself in the worst place I could possibly be. Under his complete control...

Eliza Ward does not fall through time. Time bends toward her. Pulled from the present into Revolutionary America, Eliza becomes trapped in a landscape where history repeats unevenly, battles restart with variations, and memory functions as both anchor and weapon. She is not a chosen heroine, but a constant: a woman whose awareness destabilizes the moment itself. She meets Mercy Hale, a midwife and witch who understands time as a negotiation rather than a force to command. Mercy aids Eliza’s survival while refusing the role of savior, having already learned the cost of standing too close to history’s center. During a looping battle, Eliza saves Thomas Reed, a Continental soldier who does not shift when time does. Thomas is an anchor: steady, observant, unchanged across iterations. Their bond deepens in an almost-normal village where time briefly behaves. Eliza’s intervention triggers time’s response. Rather than immediate destruction, time collects interest. Mercy bargains to spare Eliza and Thomas, sacrificing her own future to stabilize the present. Time extracts payment from Eliza as well, stripping away her voice, the very tool she uses to name and hold moments in place. Silenced and unmoored, Eliza is violently displaced back into the original battle. Unable to anchor the moment, she watches Thomas die in the version of history that was always waiting beneath her defiance. Told in rotating perspectives between Eliza, Thomas, and Mercy, The Hours That Refused to Behave is a lyrical time-travel novel about revolution, restraint, and consequence, asking not whether history can be changed, but who pays when it is.

Beverly just move in Los Angeles with her family. When she first entered school, she meet a boy named Kevin. He invited Beverley to go to a small party and meet some other boy and girl and became good friends. That night, Kevin came sneaking into Beverly's room. He gave a gift that contained a summoning game board called The Ouija Board. While Beverly and Sarra are working on an assignment together, Sarra suggests inviting another of their friends to play the board. It just so happened that there were only the two of them because Beverley's parents weren't home. The catastrophe started after that. One by one they mysteriously disappeared. No one knows where they are. The police also searched but did not produce any clues. Beverly and her remaining friends try to find a way to find their friends.

When novices begin disappearing into the night, Sister Caterina, a brilliant, tormented novice fighting her vows, is pulled into a storm of lust, lies, and buried evil. As explosive passion erupts between her and the charismatic Father Jordan Brick, centuries of conspiracy claw to the surface: secret recordings that could destroy the powerful, staged miracles, and a monstrous crime the Church itself was built to conceal. In this house of God, every soul wears a mask. Every confession is a weapon. And the kindest priest in the monastery may be the devil they invited in. A dark gothic thriller of psychological suspense, forbidden hunger, and shattering betrayals, where nothing is holy, and no one is who they seem. I welcome you guys to St Eudoxia’s ancient seminary and convent, where forbidden desires burn behind stone walls and blood stains the sacred tunnels. This is definitely an explicit story,under 18 really shouldn't consume this.

I opened my eyes to a dark, windowless room. Overhead, a voice crackled from the speakers. “Welcome to The Judgment Room. Each player will state the crime they committed. Do not lie. After all six of you speak, you will vote. The one with the most votes will be eliminated. “The game starts now.” In this deadly game, whose sins weighed the least?