@niskyhorcrux

niskyhorcrux

18+ i like writing stories about my Ocs in hell and the slytherins My Ocs- please don’t use !! Slytherins: Vinnie Valentino, Nancy Nezelie, Morena Starsky, Fia Lovecraft, Elowyn Poe, Aziel De Winter, Zoren Voize, Rookwood family Heaven and Hell: Lucien Ambrose, Azael Vexely, Felix Crow, Seraphine Nocturne, Morgana Vale, Malachi Graves. Raphael, Caelian, Evangeline, Lord severin, Archangel Aurelian

Soul HR Department

Death is inevitable. Paperwork is, apparently, eternal. Y/N, Satan’s daughter, has never been particularly suited for an ordinary job. Unfortunately, neither have her friends. Alongside Lucien, Azrael, Felix, Seraphine, and Morgana, she’s been assigned a rather unconventional duty: collecting the souls of the newly deceased and escorting them to the Underworld, where their eternal fate will be decided. Known as the Veilkeepers, they’re responsible for guiding the dead across the veil and delivering them to the Judgment Hall, a waiting room where the celestial and infernal divisions work together to determine who deserves Heaven and who belongs in Hell. Their new coworkers? Three angels straight from Heaven.

Fifty Days Of Sin

Being the Devil’s daughter has its perks. Being Y/n Morningstar, however, comes with a rather unfortunate tendency to turn every bad idea into an international infernal incident. And when your best friend and partner in crime happens to be Lucien Ambrose—a dangerously charming demon with a wicked smile, wandering hands, and absolutely no respect for personal space—chaos is practically inevitable. After one particularly disastrous mission leaves Hell in shambles, Satan finally reaches his limit. The punishment? Fifty days. One room. No escape.

Let Me Love You

Y/N Morningstar has always been Lucien Ambrose’s person. His best friend. His partner in crime. His favorite bad decision. And, behind closed doors, something a little more. What was supposed to be nothing more than a friends-with-benefits arrangement became something far more dangerous when Y/N made the mistake of falling in love with the one man who would never think to look at her that way. Because then Morgana Vale came back. And Lucien, as if their nights together had never meant anything more than fleeting pleasure, went right back to the woman who had broken his heart before. Now Azrael is here, and he wants Y/n to see him.

I’m.. a secret? |T.N|

She's just standing in front of a room full of people who supposedly should know her boyfriend better than anyone, and every single one of them is looking at her like they have no idea who she is. And Theodore? He knows exactly who she is. That's the difference.

Where The Light Glows. (Read premise)

Everyone wants Mattheo Riddle. The golden boy of Slytherin. The reckless one. The charming one. The boy girls whisper about in corridors and dream about after dark. And somehow, he chose you. For almost a year, you've belonged to him. At least, that's what everyone thinks. From the outside, your relationship is perfect. Mattheo's arm around your waist in the Great Hall. His fingers intertwined with yours beneath the table. Stolen kisses in empty corridors. Expensive gifts left outside your dormitory with notes that make every girl around you jealous. He knows exactly how to make people believe he adores you. But Hogwarts has never seen what happens after the doors close. They don't see the bruises hidden beneath your sleeves. They don't hear the arguments through locked bedroom doors. They don't see the tears you wipe away before breakfast or the way your hands tremble whenever Mattheo's voice changes. They don't know that you've learned the difference between his angry silence and his dangerous silence. You want to leave. Merlin, you want to leave. But Mattheo has made sure you're afraid to try. “You know I'd find you,” he once whispered. You believed him. Then Tom Riddle returns

18+ Evil In Disguise/ The Dark Princess

Hogwarts has always been a place of magic, secrets, and things better left buried. But something has awakened. Students have begun disappearing from their beds in the middle of the night. Some are found wandering the corridors with no memory of where they've been. Others are discovered beneath strange curses that even the professors cannot identify. And then the murders begin. There are no witnesses. No obvious suspects. No recognizable spell signatures. The magic left behind is ancient—twisted, unfamiliar, and seemingly impossible to trace. The professors search the castle from dungeon to tower. Aurors are called in. Students are warned not to wander alone. Whispers spread through the common rooms as everyone begins wondering the same thing: Who is doing this? Nobody knows. Nobody suspects the truth. Because the person responsible is already inside Hogwarts. {Y/N}.

How Is This Possible?

{Y/N} Rookwood was the girl everyone at Hogwarts knew. Beautiful in an almost unnerving way. Charming when she wanted to be, cold when she didn't. The kind of girl who could walk into a room and make everyone turn their heads without ever asking for their attention. Her seventh year was supposed to be the beginning of adulthood. Instead, it was the year she died. {Y/N} disappeared without a trace. Days later, her body was found at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Her grey eyes had gone dull. Her skin was unnaturally pale, almost grey beneath the moonlight. There were bruises no one could explain and wounds no healer could make sense of. Her older brother, Dean Rookwood, was the one who found her. Something inside him died with her. The Ministry called it a tragedy. Hogwarts called it an accident. Rumors whispered something darker. But the Rookwoods knew better. Their family had always carried something rotten beneath the surface—a legacy of old blood, older magic, and rituals that were never meant to be spoken of aloud. So when {Y/N}'s body was buried, Dean was told to mourn. And he did. Until the following year. The eighth years return to Hogwarts expecting one final year of classes, parties, mistakes, and goodbyes. Then the Great Hall doors open. And {Y/N} Rookwood walks through them. Alive. Perfectly composed. Beautiful as ever. Not a scar on her body. Not a memory of dying. No explanation for where she has been. Everyone wants answers. No one is prepared for them. Because {Y/N} did die. What came back was something else. Something the Rookwood bloodline has been hiding for generations.

The Third Riddle? | *read premise*

For years, {y/n} Riddle has been nothing more than a memory. A name spoken in passing. A sister her brothers barely remember. A girl they believe was sent away to attend an all-girls magical boarding school somewhere far from home. At least, that's what their father told them. According to him, {y/n} was simply difficult. Rebellious. In need of discipline and a proper education away from her brothers. So, when she was young, her father sent her away, claiming she would be attending a prestigious all-girls magical boarding school. Her brothers believed him. They had no reason not to. And now, she’s returned.