Frankenstein Gothic Novels & Stories

a grayed haired female werewolf complained. "What are you suggesting we do then, you think we want to put our own kind at risk too? ," the mommy argued "We have been living peacefully all these years, I don't just understand why the count is doing this" suddenly they hear footsteps "You're late," Frankenstein says to the man on black "Am I? I didn't notice, the time wasn't in the invitation you know". He looks around and asks "where's drac?" "He's inside the meeting room," the werewolf said

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

The creature leaned towards her , it's decayed rotten tongue swiped at her cheeks , down to her neckline, leaving some worms crawling on it. "Such beautiful skin! so young and firm, it belongs to me!! " it screeched in a terrifying raspy voice. It's decayed bony fingers wounded tight around her neck . All at once her once fair skin turned dark rotten .She fell to the ground dead. Her eyes were wide , live worms now crawling out and feasting on it. The creature's bony and decayed fingers were immediately covered with young flesh. Six more hunts and it would be fine .

Midnight in the modern metropolis carried with it a chill that no streetlamp or neon glow could dispel. Beyond the polished sidewalks and glass towers, hidden beneath layers of ancient stone, stood a sprawling Gothic palace: its spires carved with gargoyles that scowled into the darkness, its walls veined with moss and lit only by flickering torchlight. Inside this secret stronghold—the council hall of the vampire clans—the air was heavy with incense smoke and the slow, persistent drip of water from unseen fountains. Crimson draperies, brocaded with silver thread in patterns older than any human chronicle, framed tall, narrow windows that stared out like watchful eyes onto the sleeping city.

With just a trace of him, the females ran away and men were frightened of his savagery. Over a period of time woman stopped coming out of their houses. They were safeguarded by the men in the house. Because of the silent measure taken Otaku the monster became angrier than his usual and more villanous. He broke open the doors of people and attacked a feminine raping her perilously. He was a blood thirsty monster. Before killing any female, he sniffed her top to toe, killed her viciously and drank her blood. Drinking a female's blood transformed like a nectar in his body that gave him a life of immortality and thus he had no death.

If only this could last forever. We flew above the forest for a short time to the east, and eventually, he landed on the roof of a glorious, gothic estate. It was pitch black. Ivy climbing its walls. Different statues and gargoyles gave the sense that they were watching you, the intruder. Several wolves were on the territory, howling in what I assumed was a welcome for the master. On all over it appeared sinister, haunted, it sends chills down my spine. He let go of me and I instantly fell on my knees. And he just walked away.

They hungered for blood which was becoming scarce with the dwindling number of supernaturals. Gretchen had brought humans from the human realm to quench their taste. However, nothing would satisfy them like a supernatural blood which brought a thrill with it. Human blood was normal. Their body did not race with excitement. It was just enough to satisfy the burning hunger they felt in the pit of their stomach. The puny humans were so easy to break and there was no fun in breaking them. Everyone ached for blood and war. His nose twitched when an amazing fragrance filled his nose and a smile crept across his rosy lips. His fangs extended painfully as Gretchen came into view, her creamy, flawles

I asked cautiously, aware that the topic might seem unfamiliar to him. Edmond furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nosferatu vampires? No, I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. I nodded, understanding his response. "They are a secretive and reclusive group of vampires known for their nocturnal activities and aversion to sunlight," I explained. "We've come across some information that suggests they might be involved in certain mysterious incidents in Crescentville, including your mother's disappearance." Edmond's eyes widened in surprise. "Vampires? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel," he said, disbelief evident in his voice.

She looked up and around the room but nothing seemed out of sorts. "What?" She whispered to the wind but it stayed silent. "What do you see?" She whispered again and again, no reply. She rubbed her hands down her arm, suddenly feeling cold. She realized then that she had felt the same at the caves, with the dead werewolves. It was the same atmosphere, the same feeling. "My lord, I swear to you," Faunus went down on his knees in fear for the sight of Sebastian, the vampire lord, was a terrifying one to behold. The maids followed, dropping to their knees, all three of them.