Goth Quotes Novels & Stories

com ]. Quote of The Chapter: "If I Had My Life to Live Over, I Would Find You Sooner So That I Could Love You Longer"

I giggle and shake my head. Davina puts her philosophical face on. "No seriously, goth is not a style, it's a way of living, of thinking. I always hated bland mainstream things. People's quest for success and money, the extreme consumerism, I could throw up thinking about it. They never stop to see the beauty around them.. it can be gone like this". She snaps her fingers in front of me, making me jump. "If that makes me a freak, then fuck it. I see myself as a realist. In the Grotto I found people that have the same outlook on life and death as me. We can be ourselves there". "I just think some of the music is a bit.. to death positive. That it is romantic to die together and such.. isn't it

Relatable quote- “I would love you even if I am a dead man, for your love would serve as a flicker of light in my dark grave.” Recommended song- Beautifully unfinished by Ella Henderson “What is it? Is it… about Calista? Veronica, do you where she had gone? Tell me…” Herbew grew restless as the lady confessed that she wasn’t here for affectionate and intimate gestures, but something else. Given the need of the situation, he could vaguely guess it was something related to his sister. And Veronica being her best friend, confirmed the thing too.

My stomach seems to burn with nausea, but I choose to keep my face in a cold mask of stupid courage. "Because every God needs to experience death to be worthy of what he deserves, love. "Jonathan makes a head movement to keep up with the threat implicit in the words, sounding darker than I remembered it could be. "That doesn't make me feel any gratitude for what you did, if you want to know.”

She took out the knife and held it on both palms before walking over to the table where, she dropped it. "I made this for myself, if I ever leash out, I want you guys to take my life, for your safety!" She begged in tears "I don't think it is needed!" "You are not the impending doom." John said, glancing at the faces of Khloe, Maria and Butt. "I met Gefion in Abaddon, again.." She hinted to me..."in instantem damnationem mortis est et tenebrae." "In instantem damnationem mortis est et tenebrae!" Butt repeated. The impending doom is death and darkness.. He had a frown on his face after he translated what Gefion told him.

“Cowards. Parasites. Those who prey on the weak to feed their pathetic hunger for power. And you, Gothel… you are the worst of them.” Gothel let out a soft, twisted laugh, her eyes glinting with malice. She tilted the knife, pressing it deeper against Queen Adeline’s throat until a thin line of blood slid down her neck. The Queen whimpered, trembling violently in her captor’s hold. “And do you know who I hate the most in this world?” Gothel hissed, her tone dark. Her teeth clenched, her voice dripping with centuries of bitterness. “You. You heartless, useless moon goddess. When the world cries for you, when the people beg for your help, you do nothing!” Her voice cracked into a sharp, hatefu

Placing my head in my hands I closed my eyes and listened to the ducks quack, I hear the screeching of impatient drivers pass by. I said, "ego te accipere donum." ------- [Chapter quote: " all the clouds in me are raining"- r.h. Sin]

**“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…” (*Ancient blood, I call you…*) **“Per lunam et per ignem…”** (*By moon and by fire…*) **“Solve sigillum dormientis animae!”** (*Unseal the sleeping soul!*) My body convulsed. Veins burned. Bones groaned. The night screamed with me. She pressed her bleeding hand to my mouth again. “Repeat after me.” I tasted lightning. And obeyed. “Sanguis antiquus… voco te…”

The cracks never opened so much in my soul and my gnawed heart never felt so much pressure than now. “I don't know why you start crying, be thankful that you're still breathing. “Maybe it's better to die. “You don't want to die, Luna. “She states with sarcasm. I don't answer him. He is an idiot, a fucking rapist and murderer. It is all that and other adjectives that define a macabre being. “Despite being inexperienced, I had a good time,” he says deliberately.

The rest stopped eating and looked at us with shocked expressions. Did I do something wrong again? I didn't call him My King, but was I supposed to call him that at every word directed his way? I went over the conversation with Guela. I should really ask if she could write them down as inspirational quotes. I could hang them up in places like the shower so I had time to read them through. Maybe I could decorate them nicely or make a song out of them.