Gothic I Novels & Stories

She just had to get to it. But it seemed Gresso had a sixth sense when it came to her. He placed his hands on the armrests of her chair, imprisoning her within his arms. He lowered his head until their faces were only inches apart. Her pulse throbbed like an open wound in her throat, and air sawed in and out of her mouth as she took shallow breaths. She couldn’t afford to smell him. If she did, she would become more intoxicated because his scent was just another tentacle to pull her under, to be consumed by this weird obsessive octopus thing she had for Gresso.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th

I run as fast as I can and I hear her chanting. “Maledictum… dolor… passio” And the door suddenly bangs like thunder and I could not hear her voice anymore. I don’t know what I just saw but one thing is for sure it scares me. I looked around to check for the two men who were chasing me but they were gone. So I keep on walking to find a way out but every time I walk I feel so hot and sweating. I feel like my skin is burning too and the smell of the sulfur is getting stronger, same with the voices that I can hear; It's getting louder. I saw an open door that I needed to pass so I went inside and checked for the other door. Hoping that this is the way out. I walked slowly again because I could

Charlie chuckled and said seriously, “Wife, to tell you the truth, I don't even know what gothic style is.” Claire laughed and said, “Gothic style is mainly the architectural style of the German people from Western Europe. You must have heard of the Western gothic cathedrals, monasteries, castles, and so forth. There are those particularly tall, exaggerated buildings with cold stone architecture. Later, it was gradually transformed into gothic literature, gothic music, gothic dressing, and so on. I also only learned about this when I was studying design. So, it is actually normal for guys not to be aware of all this.”

“Um… may I walk around for a bit? I would like to look around this mansion. It has been a long time since I saw a Gothic style building like this.” The older servant smiled and nodded. “Of course, Miss. If you need anything, just call us.” I nodded and stood up from the sofa. At first, I only wanted to ease my boredom while waiting for Kai, wherever he was. But the more I walked, the more this mansion pulled me in. Long corridors with shiny black marble floors, dark wooden walls filled with detailed carvings, and high ceilings that made every step echo. Ancient statues stood at every corner. Stone gargoyles with folded wings, marble angels with cold and unfriendly faces, large bronze vases d

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

And as I move toward him, he takes his eyes and heads to the ground in a low bow. I began to walk into another hallway with him behind me; the one that held my subjects. I hear the fast thud of Augustine's heartbeat, I also hear their heartbeats as well, and I can tell how many they are in the room ahead. My senses kick in. I twitch my nose and my golden eyes flare up in the dark hallway; I detest the smell of Aarde, it is the smell of the Karbouter, also known as the Goblin. I smell it first before the whiff of the Werewolves and vampires runs up my nostrils.

Not the clean, modern kind. A gothic monstrosity arcing out from a craggy cliff—stone slick with perpetual damp, gargoyles hunched along the rails, mouths open in silent howls. Far below, instead of a river, a neon‑flooded city sprawled, skyscrapers clawing at a sky that wasn’t sky at all. Mirrors.

"Mommy, I'm setting up Zoe's room! Go get the rabbit-fur rug and the moonstone lampstand from the collection room. I want to put them in her room!" So Zoe was moving in. But it didn't matter. I'd already decided to leave, so it'd just be easier for her to take my place. Seeing me stand there unmoving, Katrina pouted and darted off to the basement on her own. Before long, she returned, wobbling under the weight of the rug. Behind her, the housekeepers carefully carried a large lampstand. The lampstand was made entirely of moonstone, and together with the rug, they were Katrina's favorite treasure. She'd always cherished and guarded them carefully.

For a brief moment, he considered running, but the men behind him made it clear that running would be a terrible idea. Paulo stepped aside and gestured toward the entrance. “Go in.” Lewis swallowed hard as he accepted his ill fate. Slowly, he walked inside with the hope that if he attended to the woman on time, he would be able to leave. ***** The inside of the mansion was just as intimidating as the outside. Shining marble floors, high ceilings with diamond chandeliers. The paintings on the walls looked older than the building itself. Also, it smelled expensive. But none of that mattered to Lewis as he was ushered into the hallway.