Gothic Horror Novelas e Histórias

" The mirrors began to bleed. Thick, black tar dripped from the glass, coating the room in a suffocating, tarry darkness. The reflections began to move of their own accord, reaching out from the silvered surface to claw at her face, their fingers cold as tombstone granite. Cattleya felt her lungs tightening, the air becoming thick with the miasma of decay. The gothic grandeur of the room was closing in, the architecture itself becoming a predatory organism that sought to absorb her into its history of gore. She saw the shadow of herself in the nearest mirror. The reflection didn't look back with fear; it grinned, its mouth opening to reveal rows of needle-thin, serrated teeth. It was an invi

Her wolf howled in frustration, sensing the prey but unable to close the distance as the hallways seemed to stretch and distort. “ELLDDEEERR LEEEEEE!” Dominic’s roar shook the house, cracking the silver-framed mirrors along the walls. They reached the third floor. The hallway was a corridor of gothic horror. The doors were etched with runes that glowed with a faint, oily soot. Samantha followed the golden breadcrumbs; the tiny psychic imprints Ava had desperately left on the floorboards. They were glowing hotter now, smelling of scorched ozone and hope. “The end of the hall!” Samantha pointed.

"As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up." ... [Nightmare Scenario: Midnight Manor... Activated] [Survival Time: Seven Days] [Current Players: 40/40] [Death is Eternal Oblivion. Have Fun.] A robotic female voice echoed in the void. It sounded cheerful. It was terrifying. I blinked. I was standing in front of a huge Gothic manor. Black spires clawed at the gloomy sky. Gargoyles with twisted, screaming faces crouched on every corner. Their eyes glowed an ominous red.

The blindfold came loose and lay on the floor plunging himself into darkness just as the first tremor hit. His body convulsed, muscles rippling under skin that stretched taut. Bones ground, threatening to shift, but the chains held—for now. A roar built in his throat, escaping as a pained snarl. The monster clawed at his mind, visions of crimson rivers and Elian's screams fueling its frenzy. Outside, beyond the wards, the moon shifted. Its light bled from silver to a deep, ominous red—a blood moon, harbinger of chaos. Howls rose across the kingdom, wolves cowering in dens, packs huddling in fear. The red tide didn't just amplify instincts; it unleashed the buried horrors, turning allies into

He turned the knob of a door of a room which I knew wasn’t him or ‘ours’ -maybe-, we stepped in and I was left with an overwhelming feeling brought by the room, It welcomed us with an inky appearance, dressed in all black -from bedsheets to curtains- everything had a finishing of matte. The bed had gothic designed curtains wrapping the bed, and the whole room had a horrifying aura, I was terrific-stricken. It brought chills till my spine, “Armando whose room is this?” I asked with fear laced in my tone,

I chanted as he slid his fingers out and licked it I scrunched my nose as he chuckled and his eyes became dark all of a sudden. The wind began to howl and blow fiercely as he pushed me onto my back. The shutters flew about as the fire went off. Everywhere became dark and Scary as his fangs grazed my neck before piercing me deep. I screamed in pain but later began to moan and thrash on the bed. .. .. 💕 Unknown POV 💕 .. ..

screamed Anthony, terrified, “you need to see this.” Hansly and Dmitri ran to a room around the corner of the hallway to see the rest of the men gathered inside a large study. It was the smell that caught Dmitri first. A thick, unbreathable stench of death filled his nostrils which closed his throat and his eyes stung. He made his way into the study and knew that this memory would be burnt into his brain for as long as he breathed. Headless torsos stripped of most of their flesh hung on the walls along with decaying arms, legs and heads like trophies, paintings made with blood glued to the walls and even photographs of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and other supernatural beings being torture

mode. I'm pretty sure if you've ever watched a horror movie or some shit like that, there's always this spooky building that has some tall tress that for some reason have little to no leaves on them. It's spooky make-up is lit up by a bolt of lightning. That cameo usually shows up towards nighttime to increase and heighten the mystique around its appearance. Well, the Islands of Nekriyon never exactly conformed to anything that'd be perceived as normality, and it wasn't going to change that now. How else would something look and feel so dark and empty when it was a couple minutes to two(p.m.). Well, that was the least of her worries as she made her way closer to the wooden doors that led fur

A character out of the 19th-century Gothic novel. I didn't understand how I had managed to muster the courage enough to back-talk him the first time we met. At the time the fear of being chased by some knife-wielding hooded maniac had partly clouded my mind. But even then I was at a loss for words the very second I laid eyes on this sinister yet compelling force of a man. And now? I would be outright lying if I said I wasn't afraid of him. The more I find out about him, the more he frightens me. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid for my life right now.