Gothic Novels & Stories

Like a brainless machine, I pick the bag off the floor with trembling fingers and back myself against the nearest wall. ​I press my back to it, eyes darting around in utter terror as people continue to walk by undisturbed. Their blurred outlines made my skin crawl at the unwelcome reminder of the incident. I hold Sassy closer to me, my shoulder simmering with discomfort. I try breathing through my lips but only feel choked when doing so, a phantom hand wrapped around my neck to keep me pinned. The pain paired itself with the one caused by my anxious heart, which bangs against my ribs for escape.

She followed just behind me, one hand on my back and the other cradling her stomach. The doors of the church swung open with a creak and echoed through the silent street. It was dark within and only candles shed a shimmering light throughout. Gothic architecture with deep shadows for secrets to hide in. The perfumed air was heavy with the scent of old stone, melted wax and something else. Gunpowder, recently discharged. Gregor was standing where I thought he would be, at the altar. He looked so relaxed, confident, as though he were coming to a routine meeting and not one that would on the face of it likely end in death.

There was no one but darkness outside. "Who's that?" "Corrine?" "Elise?" Eiden guessed. He thought that it was his sisters being ignorant. Eiden approached the door and looked outside. There was no one and it looked deserted. Maybe everyone was fast asleep and didn't realize the power was off. Eiden closed the door and as he turned around, that was exactly when he saw the demonic figure. His eyes were fiery red with his entire body covered in blood. His teeth were sharp and emitted a lot of foul odor with two black horns on his head. He grinned at Eiden.

FLORENCE’S POV The car slowed, tires crunching over gravel as we turned into a long, tree-lined driveway. Through the gaps in the thick woods, I caught glimpses of what looked like an old, sprawling estate. And then it came into full view: a classic English-style villa, tucked away like something from a gothic novel. Stone façade, ivy creeping up the sides, dark windows that reflected nothing. It was beautiful in the way a haunted house was beautiful—elegant, timeless, and absolutely terrifying.

It took them days to find out what it meant, Seek the darkness, and you shall be granted power. That was what was caved on the stone. There were still a little bit not contented at that time, they wanted the darkness but how would they get the power? They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary

A pot of incense was burning in the center of the thrones and the skulls of different animals hung on every side of the walls as fresh blood seemed to be coming out of their mouths. The burning candles were Black. Brown. And white... In that order. But for all the candles that were burning, the white had the dimmest light. Alice turned around frantically again and she saw letters, drawings, and carvings on every side of the wall. The drawing was of wolves, men, and a queen while the carving was of objects like the moon, stars, fangs, birds, triangles, and stars. The letters on the walls were ancient Gothic. It reads...

I whispered, my voice barely cutting through the silence. Hayden was beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly, but his expression was distant, unreadable. He didn't answer right away. He just stood there, his body stiff, tension rolling off him in waves. I wanted to pull him closer, ask him again, but something held me back. Maybe it was the way his eyes narrowed as he scanned the landscape, or maybe it was the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind. It was like the very air here was charged with something dark, something old. I could feel it beneath my skin, a low hum that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

A sense of unease permeated the air as if the very stones themselves whispered of long-lost secrets and ancient curses. Polished ebony coffins lined the walls, each adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of darkness and death. Gargoyles leered down from their perches high above, their stone eyes seemingly tracking every movement with an eerie intensity. Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary.

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.

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.