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LAYLA The precinct lobby always smelled the same — wet coats, old stone, cheap burnt coffee — and yet every time I walked into it, I felt like I had to hold my breath. Like maybe this time it wouldn’t settle into my lungs and stay there. Rain still clung to my sleeves. The donut…

The frat house had gone too still. Not silent. This was a curated hush. Choreographed casualness. Someone had passed the word to act normal, and now every Delta in sight was overperforming the role of Not Nervous Guy #3. Bob clocked it first. He’d been in too many rooms like this to not to —…

KHURZOG I saw the moment her shoulders dropped — barely. A flicker. A breath she hadn’t meant to let out. She stood up from the corpse slow, like she wasn’t ready to leave it behind, like whatever spell she’d just sunk into the dead girl was still trailing pieces of her soul. The blood on…

MAEVE I was still reeling, my mind spinning from the images that had clawed their way into my head. My body felt foreign, too heavy, as if the weight of the vision had left me physically drained. I could barely keep myself upright, and Siobhan’s worried face only deepened the fog of confusion that clouded…

KHURZOG The city still slept, mostly. Streetlamps bled weak light onto slick cobblestones. Mist clung low — curling around tires, wrapping iron fences. Layla sat stiff in the passenger seat. Not touching the window, but close enough for it to frost near her breath. “Left on Hudson,” she said. Voice clipped. Soft, always soft, but…

✨Club of Lost Causes ✨ Meet the Club of Lost Causes: four paranormal disaster magnets with no powers, one shared brain cell, and absolutely zero business being this tall, this emotionally constipated, or this bad at grocery shopping. Bob (6’0″) – Ex-FBI. Built like your dad’s recliner chair: comforting, broad, maybe a little too soft…

As dusk settled in, the city had already been engulfed by the indigo veil of night. The streetlights cast long shadows along the narrow alleyways, their soft glow fractured by the looming silhouette of old brick buildings. The air was thick with humidity, and everything felt like it was on the verge of something—whether it…

LAYLA By the time I left the apartment, the steps were slick, the air sharp enough to sting. The hem of my skirt caught the wet and clung to my calves. The city didn’t wait for weather. Engines coughed, hooves clattered, delivery boys shouted over each other, and somewhere a street vendor cursed at a…

The vape lounge was trying too hard — black pleather booths under flickering blue LEDs, the air thick with mango-laced failure. Somewhere behind the counter, a lava lamp tried to convince a Red Bull fridge it was 1998. Bob looked like a man being punished. He sat in the back booth, elbows on sticky vinyl,…