Gothic Lines Novels & Stories

Some lines tried to cling, curling up around my wrists like they wanted to come with; the pen in my hand warmed, and they recoiled, hissing. The angle of the passage made us half‑slide, half‑stumble down. Behind us, the graveyard roared. Tombs shattered. Ink rushed. The whole broken body of the librarian groaned as if it were being pulled apart further by forces we couldn’t see. As I ducked under a low shelf of fused volumes and stepped over a sagging clump of binding, the Game leaned in. Not through a booming monster. Not through the intercom. Through the ink, I still cling under my skin.

The words sent ice down her spine. She turned away, glaring at the barred window. The trees were thinning, revealing the outline of a massive fortress in the distance. **Dane’s territory.** She had run out of time. The carriage slowed. Voices shouted orders. The clanking of iron gates filled the air. Then, silence. The door swung open with a creak. A gust of cold air hit her, carrying the scent of damp earth and something **darker.** Power. Lina barely had time to react before rough hands grabbed her arms, yanking her from the carriage. She stumbled, her legs weak from the sedative, but she forced herself to stand tall. **She would not show weakness.**

“I don’t know what has your knickers in a bundle, but there are far more important things to worry about right now. Now, look back down and use your demon eyes.” His words pierce my thoughts. I guess I’m a little sensitive. My earlier encounter with Zoe is still affecting my emotions. Giving him a long-suffering sigh, I look over once again. This time I use my demon eyes and gasp in surprise at what I see. “Are those…” Fallon nods. “Ley lines. They’re ley lines. If you look closely, they all converge under the building. They’re all over the neighborhood. But this…this is where they’re the most powerful.” My eyes trace the vibrant lines with trepidation. They look like live wire lines on a m