Goth Quotes Novels & Stories

I seriously let go of the words. @Death Wish

" she said and hugged him. Thomas looked at himself in the mirror above the bar, "I'm kinda scared," he said. "I know how you feel, I was too, I still am some Thomases," Sophie said. "I don't want to blaspheme," he said. "Then don't." "Isn't this blaspheme?" Thomas asked. "I don't see it that way, Goth is one of the most worldly women who ever lived, she's the daughter of the devil herself, she'll pin your ears back baby," Sophie showed her white teeth in her evil grin.

"It’s too late, Lucas! The protocol has begun!" ​The ground of the city began to crack. The massive volume of water from the pond above began to pour down like lava. I felt the tattoo on my thigh grow hot as molten lead. It felt like it wanted to tear through my flesh. ​Lucas whispered in my ear, "Sophia, you don't have to die. Just say the code I taught you on that snowy night in Quebec. Try to remember!" ​I remembered. That night, when Lucas first kissed me, he had whispered a Latin mantra in my ear— "Mors Vincit Omnia" (Death Conquers All).

If only werewolves were that perfect. A minimal satisfaction traveled down my body as I washed the goblet break to piece along with the liquid in it. "Fuck Marcus," I spat. "Fuck the elders. Fuck the courtroom. Fuck the combat!" The words echoed through the chamber, bouncing off the walls like a curse. It felt good to actually scream that out of my system; I walked to pick another goblet that might be subjected to the same fate as the last one I picked, but first, I poured myself a drink and took everything in a gulp.

The few people searched around at once to find out if they could look for an exit. However, after searching for a long time, they still could not find a way out. It was as if this were a completely enclosed space. Quincy was so furious that he slapped the wall consecutively to vent the resentment in his heart. “Told you, Caesar’s tomb is a scary place. Now we’re trapped after coming in here. It’s deliberately trying to suffocate us to death or starve us to death! I’ve raided so many tombs. This is the creepiest one.” As a result, as he kept slapping on it, he suddenly hit something with a click sound.

"Love looks not with ideas, was our favorite quote from the play. Every time we were sad, we would say this to each other because it brought back memories of us having fun down by the waterfall." I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I can't cry in front of him, "The day you left for New York, you said this to me, wiping away my tears, and promised you would see me again soon. But that wasn't the case. I waited for you, and every time I felt sad, I would whisper the quote to myself and it would put a smile on my face." "Sabrina, I'm so sorry," Atlas mumbles, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."

He was sitting on the couch observing me. "Dad's yearbook," I said to him without looking up. The yearbook should give me clues somehow. "Okay, I will keep trying, Dad." I found it. Class of '82. I went through the pages one by one. Kassandra Fuentes Cueto looked beautiful, but her sad eyes give her away. You know how high school gets to pick a quote for the yearbook. What she quotes gave me goosebumps. "She'd been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster." It was from M. Young-Stone.

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.