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.

There was no one but darkness outside. "Who's that?" "Corrine?" "Elise?" Eiden guessed. He thought that it was his sisters being ignorant. Eiden approached the door and looked outside. There was no one and it looked deserted. Maybe everyone was fast asleep and didn't realize the power was off. Eiden closed the door and as he turned around, that was exactly when he saw the demonic figure. His eyes were fiery red with his entire body covered in blood. His teeth were sharp and emitted a lot of foul odor with two black horns on his head. He grinned at Eiden.

In dedication to Born By Power is a series of poem fixed within chapters of the book. The first was relating to Chaos And Apocalypse, which pretty much revealed a lot about the uprise of hell. This is the second and is themed on the horrific nature of Halloween and written with relativeness to hell. What does this hold to unviel? Who knows. Screams of Halloween Halloween, Halloween, Soft screams of blood chime, The period of dark, The day of ghouls, demons and imps,

So if their parties were already that fancy, she dreaded to think what a 'Blood Moon Ball' was going to look like. In her head she imagined them pulling up to a grand ancient-looking castle with nightmarish gargoyles that snarled down upon the visitors. The inside would be grand old style gothic, with large towering halls, complete with the grey stone architecture and candelabras. The whole thing looked like something from a classic horror movie, her overactive imagination even adding in the signature lightning flashes behind the towering monstrosity and the spooky mist in the foreground.

“My title is rightfully, great, great, great, great grandfather, but ‘twill suffice to simply say grandfather. Ye make far too much of the coupling of the flesh. ‘Tis nothing to be ashamed about. ‘Twas a necessary event. Ye have been so focused on altering the energy surrounding the vampire that ye neglected the witch. My son has had centuries to familiarize himself with the energy of the witch. He spent a good deal of time living in her cottage, sleeping in her bed, wrapping himself in her garments. He needs not the vampire’s energy to track her down. He can easily find her through the witch. ‘Twas necessary to alter the witch’s energy even more than that of the vampire.” “Ye said n

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated.

Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us. We’d spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention. “Look,” I said, showing it to Brandon. “See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin.” He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. “So? What’s so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the West Coast alien didn’t know. “Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror was sort of based in this town. And The Color Out of Space was set in this

They know that what they’re about to do could change everything—that it could destroy them, or worse, turn them into something monstrous. But they also know that they have no choice. The creature is coming, and it will not stop until it has claimed its due. As Dr. Percy's voice crescendos into a sinister chant, the room is swallowed by shadows. The fire in the hearth sputters and dies, plunging the space into an oppressive darkness, where only the ominous glow of the Grimoire’s pages remains. From within the abyss, something stirs—a form, a flicker of a shadowy creature, materializes for a brief, harrowing moment before being swiftly banished. The room brightens once more, as if nothing had

I stopped dead in my tracks at the monstrosity before me. It like an ancient British estate, with a manicured lawn labyrinth-ed by forbidding trees. Through the tangle of forest, a huge Gothic mansion sprung from a horror novel. It looked like Bluebeard's castle, made of dark wood and stone. The windows wept open; gargoyles yawned on the eaves. The terrifying music came from within, and I could have sworn a skeleton with a flute flashed past a window.

Victoria moved through the darkened halls of her fortress like death incarnate, her footsteps silent on the cold stone floors, cloaked in shadows and malevolent purpose. The ancient walls seemed to pulse with dark energy, responding to her presence with subtle shifts in temperature and light. She entered the grand chamber where three vampire lords waited with predatory patience, their immortal forms radiating the kind of power that had terrorized mortals for millennia. Their eyes gleamed like burning coals in the dim torchlight that flickered across gothic architecture, their razor-thin smiles promising violence and pain to anyone foolish enough to oppose them.