Gothic Novels & Stories

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

The Nightfang estate was a mausoleum of old money and older cruelty. It wasn't a home; it was a statement, a sprawling gothic monstrosity of black stone and sharp angles that clawed at the moonless sky. As our car crunched up the gravel drive, a deep, instinctual fear settled in my bones. This was a place where light went to die.

He may have a very trusting face, but I do not know this man. When he turns around he sees my apprehension then looks down to my hands. He must see a bulge because his whole demeanor changes. I may not know Max Stone, but I can tell he has some kind of darkness buried within him because he is about to unleashed it. Max walks over to me quickly and grabs my throat with his hand. I drop my purse and grip his arm as hard as I can. He is choking me, and I feel myself getting light headed. My right ear is ringing, and I see little black spots around the edges of my vision.

I only buried my face into his chest, inhaling his scent and hoping it would bring me comfort. "Now, you are scared." He snorted and my head shot up. "I am not scared!" I huffed. He snickered. "You are an asshole," I told him, my eyes wandering around. They widened, nearly spilling out of their sockets when an intimidatingly tall Victorian castle came into view, flat-out looking like an image from a Gothic story with the thin branches that were wrapped around it as though they stemmed from its old Grey walls. The air around here felt colder and ominous. The unsettling atmosphere that hung around here had me furrowing my brows, but despite how it seemed to have

We pulled over finally as we slowed down as we drove into a cemetery and right now, I saw the fear that subdued her curiosity. We drove for a while as we finally got to the garage at the back of the small cathedral. The shrieking sounds of ravens could be heard and it wasn't a great view from the garage as most of the trees were barren. Just their branches and crooked shape and it was a full moon night as well. The ambience was smokey and candles lit up the back of the cathedral. And in the four corners of the cathedral stood sculptures of a winged werewolf with horns as well, giving it a more gothic look.

********* Revenge The dim light flickered above like a dying star, casting trembling shadows that danced across the blood-slick walls of the abandoned warehouse. Every flicker painted the room in brief, distorted glimpses of horror. The scent of iron hung thick in the air—so dense it could’ve been sliced with a blade. It coated the back of the throat like rusted chains, choking, clinging, as if the building itself had absorbed every scream ever spilled inside its walls and now breathed it all back in one long, exhaling groan of despair.

I was out from behind my desk and moving past him within seconds, but before I could make it to the door, and it wasn't even that far, he pulled me back and I ended up with my face in his chest and our bodies so close you couldn't tell the difference if not for our different coloured clothes. I was speechless, that was for sure. Speechless with a nose full of his spicy clean and crisp scent, it reminded me of black pepper. To say I was breathing him in was an understatement,I was devouring his scent. My knees positively weak, thank God he was holding me, or I would have been a puddle on the floor by now. "I didn't come to give you a break Flower, I came to feed you." His voice...the rich tim

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.

I'd be labeled a freak by association. Goth kids were feared.They always had an air of spookiness and macabre surrounding their auras , they were obsessed with death , dark humor and dark poetry and they always looked as though they stepped right out of a funeral catalogue. Standing next to this five foot tar colored freak, I couldn't stop my rampant thoughts from imagining her working in a cemetery some day.I have a feeling she'd qualify to work in one seeing how obsessed she was with death and everything it came with. "What did you do to my poetry journal?'She barked, holding the aforementioned journal in her pale hands.