Gothic I Novels & Stories

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.

One of them, at least. Jason snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the here and now. He turned to see what had got my attention, then he looked back at me. "Isn't that one of your classmates, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? What's wrong, Rosette?" I looked at him, probably with wide eyes. I most definitely felt panic. "Yes, but..." my voice shook, eyes once again on her. She wasn't looking at me anymore though, now she was only looking at her book as if she was reading anything, the stupid book was upside down!

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.

"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.

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.

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