In this final [Supposedly] spooky story of 2025 Nell thinks everything is fine, but his night is about to become a nightmare.

Johanne's weird night gets scarier and weirder when she's taken to a lake she doesn't yet know represents her inheritance as a future goddess.

Konrad and Spence are woken in Under Sylem to the sound of something hunting them, but they have more problems than staying safe in this unforgiving hellscape.

  Niels could get used to this: Mel, in his home. They were always in the Dells, always at Mel’s place, but here…Here they were in Falkhus, lost in each other, unbothered by responsibilities.    Free.   Niels had a plan. It involved guitars and no clothes, but when Mel stood up, he put his shirt on. Niels fake-scowled and pressed his lips against the soft, salty flesh where Mel’s shoulder met his neck. “I prefer this bare,” he murmured.   Mel acquiesced, even as he half-protested, “For you, or for the world?” He tossed his shirt casually across Niels’ bed. “Can I have the rest of my tour?”  …

Cricket songs swarmed the inky black night. Talise squinted, her eyes adjusting as she looked at a massive shadow looming in front of them. A dark path of overgrown moss and cement led towards the house they were supposed to spend the night in. It was a dark and hollow night. A portal had taken Talise, her husband Stannin, and their boys, Roman and Vaughn, to this place for training. They’d work together and survive the night. Roman and Vaughn were too young enough Talise could trust there weren’t genuine threats inside the creaky walls of the house. Instead, it would be little critters and sounds that send shivers up…

A confident man would have stood tall, would have looked at the layer of mist over the graveyard and believed every step forward was the right step. Jace was not a confident man. Jace was a man with hope in his heart driving him onward past gravestones adorned with poinsettias, wreaths, and mini Jul trees that held battery-powered lights and all colors of shimmering ball ornaments.  He wasn’t confident, nor was he proud. He’d stolen a jar of life energy. Rhyss held the swirling blue goo in his hands. It was beautiful, powerful, and special. Jace had Wicca now. He had the power to bring his mom back, to save…

Deep in the woods, on a dark and misty night, a group of tall, slender, hooded beings wended—one by one, on individual paths, with spells to prevent their tracking—towards a mountain that jutted straight out of the ground with steep sides, as if just this mountain peak had been lifted up. The top was still rounded, still like it should look if it had never been lifted at all. Caen had been tracking them for some time, looking for where their paths led, looking for answers. Tonight he caught a stronger trail, a youngling that had failed to cover their trail as fully as others. The trail wrapped around the…

It was twilight in the woods. The sun had vanished but full night had yet to fall. With the mountains towards the South and East, the sun had lingered on the low horizon. It was Rylena’s favorite time of day. She wove through the sleepy woods as the night animals stretched awake, tended their young, and prepared for their hunts. Day animals rested for the night in trees, burrows, and pockets of shielding vegetation. As she wandered through the woods, the trees drooped into their nightly slumber. One group of trees all leaned toward their mother tree, her long branches stretched over them like a blanket of protection and a…