Bands Gothic Metal Novels & Stories

"[ GoDS MusT ComeBacK ]" "[ThE CounciL MusT RevivE ThE GodS ]" "[ TheY ArE Us! TheY MusT ExisT ]" "[We OF ThE CounciL, MusT SavE The GodS]" "[We MusT SavE The OlD GodS]" "[ ThE ArE RottinG, ThE ArE DecayinG ]" "[LeT ME Go! LEt Us GO! ]" "[ PaiN, AgonY, OblivioN, EternitY.... I Want To DiE ]"

Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity. Present, in a high-class apartment, the melodious classical music resounds. At the end of the most prominent corner is a creepy black rose branch. The strong smell of blood wafted in the air. At the end of the room, there is a body of a man lying under the desk in a very strange position. In his mouth was a black rose branch. The bloodstains were spreading from the wound on his chest to the floor. A deadly atmosphere filled the room with red, white, and black colors mixed with the melody of classical music. All of sudden, a quiet male voice interrupted the music."The cause of death is a wound in the heart. The murderer must hate th

Kay exclaimed, clearly horrified by their complete and utter disregard for fashion. The host of the Battle of the Bands came onto the stage and pumped up the crowd a little before he introduced the band. “Presenting Bleeding Roadkill!” he shouted, kicking the band off into what I can only describe as synchronised noise. “What the hell is this?” Rob asked indignantly, clearly trying to fight back the urge to cover his ears as his girlfriend was doing. Being German, Rob had a passion for anything rock or metal based and for him not to like it meant that the band was BAD.