Gothic Novels & Stories

He turned the knob of a door of a room which I knew wasn’t him or ‘ours’ -maybe-, we stepped in and I was left with an overwhelming feeling brought by the room, It welcomed us with an inky appearance, dressed in all black -from bedsheets to curtains- everything had a finishing of matte. The bed had gothic designed curtains wrapping the bed, and the whole room had a horrifying aura, I was terrific-stricken. It brought chills till my spine, “Armando whose room is this?” I asked with fear laced in my tone,

I know I will nearly solve the case. “Ahhh!!!” I heard the father scream and lose his mind and then the wind suddenly blew hard which kills the candlelight. My room is so dark and I can still feel them watching me. They were surrounding me and it made me freeze. I can still hear them. I know I need to be strong even though my fear is already eating me. I can hear the laugh, the scream, the whisper, the weep that makes me so scared and I can’t take it anymore. That is why I grabbed the lighter beside me and I immediately lit the candle and opened my eyes and looked around. They are suddenly gone. They are not here anymore and the atmosphere of my room went normal. I wiped my sweat that contin

It was a question I had no answer to. The flavour of the atmosphere as we dived deeper felt a bit weird and bizarre with the solitary and vacant moods a spine-chilling element. Even the flow of the wind had changed to a more eerie feel on our skins, leaving us blood-curdled as a result of nerves. My eyes darted around as I watched steadily for any sudden movement or slight shifts in the background and I examined almost to the extent that the quiet had become deafening. The rumble of the engine and our slight modulated intake of breaths were the only sounds that could be heard, not even the wind, which had suddenly become stale.

Next to her, an ancient-looking vinyl player slowly rotated while playing a disc. It was a relaxing yet tasteful kind of music. Seeing his mother like that made Sebastian even angrier. His entire body emanating a murderous aura, Sebastian looked like Satan who had emerged out of a storm right then.

Liam remained there meditating. Calyxte pov I don’t know why but I felt my day was going to be a good one. Olga noticed how happy I was and was hoping it’s not because of Belle but it wasn’t because of either. Oscar wants to introduce someone to me today. A vampire like me. Her name was Gothica and he said she was very pretty. Before her name I could sense she was an emo girl. These people who love wearing black, and of course I’m one of them. It was high time I forget Belle and date someone like me. Can you imagine Oscar introduced me to a human while were on vacation in Italy. There were actually pretty fine ladies. He even showed me his sister, but she was

The mansion's corridors seemed to elongate as he traversed them, heading toward the rendezvous awaiting him in the secluded backyard. As they approached, a romantic tableau unfolded before Francisco's eyes. The air was infused with the sweet scent of roses, their petals scattered like a carpet under the soft glow of strategically placed lights. The ambiance, a calculated blend of allure and elegance, cast Lilith in an even more seductive light.

Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surroundings, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Allen stole a gaze at Austin and he was met with Austin's hand up wide in the air as if to vindicate himself for not being good at football. "Well…" "We are here" Jade interrupted Allen as he was about to speak. They came to an Abandoned Factory that smelled like death, the Iron wire mounted up to serve as a wall against the outside world was already useless. Jade leaned sideways and they bent beneath while going in. Austin looked around, his legs shivering. Fear was beginning to creep in and he struggled to keep himself from showing it. Unfortunately, Allen noticed and placed a hand on him "Are you okay?"

The heavy carriage door swung open before the wheels had fully ground to a halt against the gravel drive. Rebecca didn’t wait for the driver. Stepping down into the damp, biting air, she tilted her head back, completely stepping into the shadow of her new assignment. The manor was colossal, a gothic titan of black and grey granite that easily swallowed the heavy, low-hanging sky of the old country. Tucked deep into the wild, mist-shrouded hills, its spires clawed like dark fingers through the sweeping storm clouds. From the high, arched windows, an amber glow bled out into the dusk, the only sign of life in a fortress that felt otherwise entirely removed from

The church was ancient and crumbling, its stone walls covered in thick moss and ivy that clung like desperate fingers from a forgotten past. Moonlight filtered through broken stained-glass windows, casting fractured colors across the dusty floor. Candles flickered in rusted iron holders along the walls, their flames dancing weakly and throwing long, distorted shadows that made the broken pews look like rows of silent, accusing ghosts. The air was heavy with the scent of damp wood, melting wax, old incense, and something sharper underneath, the unmistakable tang of fear, desperation, and long-buried rage.