Gothic Horror Novelas e Histórias

It was nothing like the rosy smell she had when they first met. "Hey," he said, still typing away He took a deep breath, but the nasty scent was still stuck to her. Gore tried to place where he knew the scent from, but came up short. Even though he knew he came across it before, it was as if his memory box was telling him otherwise. "What are you doing?" Selina walked closer to him. The scent that was attached to her grew stronger. Then Gore froze. It was the scent of a vampire, and not of the good ones who claim they are righteous because they only drink the blood of criminally incarcerated humans.

I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop. “What has befall of you, my son...? What has the devil bestowed on you? No, you are no longer my son! You are a monster!” My father cried as he tried to straighten his bruised body from the hard fall. I stared at him and then at my lifeless mother in horror as my thirst was finally quenched. I moved away only to be terrified yet again to see my horrendous appearance in the mirror that was hanging on the wall, facing me. My skin was as pale as the ghost, my eyes were bloodshot, and I could see fangs extended from my upper lip with fresh blood dripping on my mouth. ====####====

Mila thought this place had a tower of its own, because far up there, she could see the curtains covering the large windows that surrounded the spire. Meanwhile, the stone walls were lined with shelves displaying various types of books. There may be thousands or even tens of thousands of books in here. However, one thing that caught Mila's attention was… “These are ancient magic scriptures” Mila mumbled, running her fingertips across each book spine that was neatly arranged. They were all written in an ancient script that only a few vampires could translate. “This… is dark magic.” “Yes, these are all forbidden books that not just anyone can see.” Liam confirmed Mila's statement.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

I could make out spots of blood spatter against the back of his hand and the cuff of his shirt. “Well, my pretty kitties,” he said. “Tonight’s frightening feature stars two of my favorite fiends. None other than Boris ‘The Creature’ Karlof and batty Bela Lugosi.” He leaned closer to the camera and smacked his lips, flashing jagged teeth. “Any fraidy cats out there better hightail it, baby, ‘cause here she comes! Roll that film!”

Yman passed by on Kiko with a smug, before he used his Rapid Leap skill again to lose the trail of the three mini golems. Because of this, the golems suddenly stopped their pursuit. The aggro was gone after Yman left them at a specific distance. The mini golems were looking for the new target. And the one nearest at them was no other than that person with mana coating around his body and currently fighting some of their kind. The golem's eyes suddenly glowed in red as they pounced their massive body towards Kiko. Kiko wanted to cry. Even the spectators watching the scene were dumbfounded. What kind of horror was this? Everyone's thought. Only the random gulping sounds were discernible at the

Since I still had hopes of adapting quickly, but for now I felt like a false Lovecraftian, even though I had an apartment and a job, but I still didn't feel safe enough to venture out on the subway. That city had a misty atmosphere, it had a gloomy atmosphere, an architecture of gargoyles, between Gothic and dark style did not make your life easier, your sense of security, between entering dark purple places, even if this city had an abundance of them, the night belonged to monsters, vampires, demons, creatures of the shadows, plus a den of perverse pleasures, dark seductions. Even though the city was also a crime mecca, a supernatural world where I hadn't gotten used to ostentatiously wavin

The Seraphin blood I didn’t ask for. I shivered. Would they smell it? Would they feel the pulse of that mark? Would they know, just from being near me? I stood up again and walked to the window. The estate grounds stretched out like a gothic dream. Trees like skeletal arms. Fountains shaped like screaming angels. The moon was rising, full and ominous, painting everything silver. Tonight was a full moon. Of course it was. It felt like the kind of night where anything could happen. The kind of night where blood oaths were made, and kingdoms rose or burned.

Now, a new, much more immediate horror struck, chilling her to the bone as the sun sank below the horizon, illuminating the vast Romano estate with long, skeletal shadows. With a junior capo's face pale and his eyes wide with unimaginable fear, the news came in a desperate, breathless whisper. He had staggered into the main hall, which is typically a haven of formal poise, but now there was an abrupt, unnerving silence. A scene of silent terror was now illuminated by the opulent chandeliers that were used to casting gentle light on formal events. The weight of the looming horror seemed to make the air itself thicken.