Gothic Horror Novels & Stories

This mansion could easily accommodate an army. Or perhaps ghosts. The gothic quality with the baroque wallpaper, somber furniture, and ancient-looking candlesticks definitely provided the right atmosphere for an underworld encounter. The only light comes from the dim crystal chandeliers hanging above the hall and above the circular staircase. An eerie silence pervaded the air and it didn't help that it was already four in the morning. I became acutely aware of the thump, thump, thump of my heartbeat. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong. I'm just trying to get away.

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

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.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

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