Gothic I Novels & Stories

He was her Man. " Go girl. Go to your Man." August Said softly and only then did Miranda regain her senses. The three girls led the way looking all cute in pink dresses except for their bulging bellies which were making it hard for them to Walk properly. Then the music started,soft and soothing, bringing out wedding moods. Heart beats fast colours and promises How to be brave How do I love when I am afraid to fall? One step. Two steps. As Cristina Peri's song,a thousand years played, Miranda took slow and calculated steps towards the man who was waiting for her by the altar.

“Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!” I avoided his touch, my eyes showing nothing but distaste. His wrists were covered in cuts, some fresh, some healed, like ugly worms crawling over his skin. He said, “Every day you were gone, I thought of you, and I’d cut myself. The pain was the only thing that could keep me awake. The only way I could atone! “Jane, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll never let you down again!”

" 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

The next second, Isabella stood on tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. The scene hit me like a bullet straight to the heart. "He betrayed us! Kill him! Kill him!" Hannah roared furiously in my mind. However, I closed the door and fled in panic. My heart pounded violently, only calming down once I returned to the room filled with my own scent. Tears fell without me realizing. It seemed I still held out hope for him after all… … It wasn't until after midnight that Jack finally returned. When he saw me sitting by the window, he frowned.

Is he home? I unconsciously bit my lower lip and closed the door behind me, the faint creak of the hinges my only company. As my eyes adjusted, I stepped further into the grand entryway, the silence pressing down on me like an invisible weight. My heart fluttered for a moment, a whisper of unease threading through my thoughts. I'm getting a Gothic vibe now, not gonna lie and to my nightmare I'm scared of darkness. Please, God save me. My heart is thudding against my ribcage, echoing my thoughts.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

She went back to her bed and laid back on it, in the same position as her lifeless body. She laid back, closed her eyes, and opened them. She got up, looked around, and was greeted with the sight of graves. She was back in that same cemetery, but this time the gates were open and she could see them. Only one name came into her mind "Austin". If he can see her, then there was a reason why. She thought he was the key for her to getting back and she wasn't ready to mess it up this time. She left the cemetery and went back to Austin's place. Standing at the exact place where she stood, waiting for him to come back. She was sure no one was home, because all the lights were out and she had gone in

“You are the Goblin’s Bride! The witch is coming! Kiss him now!” And at that moment, I totally lost my mind. I just found myself-- walking forward, kneeling at the side of the Goblin and was then bending half of my body closer to his. The mask was hiding half of his face. And when I removed it, something strange happened to my eyes. I felt a burning sensation in my eyes that lasted about a second. I don’t know but it felt like my eyes sparked. Then slowly, with all the courage I gathered, I let the Goblin’s lips touched mine.

My body trembles with fear and I have no idea how to process what I just saw. Felix’s face returns to normal before he looks away from me like he’s ashamed. I barely register Ivan before he’s beside me. “Rose, it’s okay. You’re safe.” I look at Ivan with pure terror on my face that makes him flinch. “How is this okay? Are you all fucking vampires?“ “Yes,” Paul says so calmly it makes me angry. How can he be so calm about all this? “We’ve been vampires since March twelfth 1753.”

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