Gothic I Novels & Stories

Her scent profile was strangely faint from a distance, almost completely masked, but up close like this, it was intoxicating. ​I find myself running down the stairs instead of using the elevator, too impatient to wait, and out of the building into the dark setting of night. I'd always been comfortable with the dark night blanketed the world in and didn't hesitate to follow the scent, using it as a trail, following in my mate's path.

Her earlobes were slightly flushed, a telltale sign of her arousal. They might have been able to kiss until the end of time, but I couldn't hold on any longer. I pushed open the mansion doors, and just as I was about to step out, I turned back to see Colleen pulling away from Ronald's lips. Even as they pulled apart, the closeness between them clung in the air. Perhaps it was the allergic reaction, but my chest felt tight, and I couldn't catch my breath. Once I stepped outside, and the wind hit me, my skin began to itch all over. However, I didn't dare scratch myself and pulled out my phone to call for an Uber.

I won't let you go. "I will make it so you can't live and can't die."

My friends would have had me committed. The night finally came. The location text arrived exactly twenty-four hours before: an ancient, sprawling Gothic mansion on the misty outskirts of the city, hidden behind towering wrought-iron gates and walls of dense, whispering hedges. I spent hours getting ready. I chose a floor-length, backless black silk gown that clung to every curve like liquid sin. The neckline plunged daringly low, deliberately exposing the long, elegant column of my throat and the delicate pulse that beat there. My dark hair cascaded in thick, glossy waves down my bare back. Diamond studs glittered at my ears. No perfume — only the clean, warm scent of my own skin, my excitem

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.

"The moment I go back, I'll send her away. I promise you'll never have to lay eyes on her again. Please, just give me one more chance, alright? I love you, Lena. We can start over. We can have another child together." His expression was agonizingly earnest, and a few genuine tears rolled down his cheeks. I had to admit, this was the most pathetic, unraveled state I had ever seen Brian in. In my memory, he had always been a man of absolute dignity and immaculate polish. He had never looked like this—wearing the same wrinkled, disheveled clothes for days, his frame looking slouched and hollow. The handsome charm he once possessed was entirely gone, replaced by a haggard, depressing aura. His e

I forced that feeling down and turned off the screen. Late at night, the phone beside my pillow vibrated once every hour. Each time it buzzed, it was another video from Tim—videos of him and Sarah, sent deliberately to provoke me. It wasn’t until the next morning that Summer sent me a message. “Mr. Grant, the flowers have bloomed. You may return at your leisure.” Attached was a photo of two marriage certificates and a pot of vibrant red peonies. I hadn’t expected that the flower I had casually given her years ago was still being kept alive. For some reason, a strange feeling rose quietly in my chest.

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.