Gothic Oc Novels & Stories

"Dignity, girl don't play with me. I know the guy you're talking about. It's that hunk who's always coming to the cafe these days. Fuck dignity, friend, if I could get him, I'll do him anytime any day" "He's a vampire" "Wow, kinky" Gracie purred and drank her shot. "This never gets old". "I think I am done. This is disgusting" she said setting her glass down, feeling out of it when a burning tingling sensation broke out over her arm and traveled all over her skin causing her to moan out before she could stop herself.

My doom. I don’t heed its warning, because in moments like this, it is the feral part of one’s mind that takes precedence. That curious part, the part which craves danger as desperately as a vampire craves blood. “Just this one time, Angel.” Has been my continuous murmur as I skip up the stairs. My hand surrounds the door knob to the room which sits between mine and Oceane’s room, gently twisting open. I suddenly stop halfway. Oceane is an enchanting woman, one whose mere presence has the capability of sending even the strongest minds into a state of overwhelm.

" I am just putting a dead body underground. So that his unsatisfied soul doesn't haunt us. We didn't do anything wrong." He keeps murmuring the words in his head and keeps talking to himself. No one is around and only the song of insects can be heard. But it's like a horror song. If it was a forest with only crickets that would have been something else. But here, you can see only graves. And now there's a dead body beside Omi who has been killed, not a normal death. " Focus Omi, focus!! Ghosts are not real. And you are a vampire. There's nothing to be scared about." Driving his fear away, Omi keeps shovelling.

The ancient demon roared painfully. "Roar!" Did it work?! There was mist everywhere. Lucas could not see it well. Suddenly a black claw reached out and held Lucas by the neck. Lucas: !! Lucas was raised high by the demon. Amidst the mist, the ancient demon stepped forward. The demon groaned angrily, "....Y-you think w-water could...k-kill me? I m-might be...afraid...of water. But n-not...enough to k-kill...me..."

Bianca was strangling the girl. My eyes narrowed in realization when it hitted me hard that it was O.C on the floor. Anger course through me as visions of me killing them in multiple ways flashed through my brain. The color in their faces drained out when they saw how furious I was. They left her on the floor and backed away with fear written all over their faces They dared layed hands on my girl. O.C. O.C who was pregnant. O.C who was still grieving her late mother whom was buried last week.

She sniffs the air, and the smell of various kinds of fresh meat makes her whole body vibrate and her mouth salivate. She follows the carriage. About thirty meters away from the village, she sees a huge house. That one was different from the others, it wasn't made of wood. The carriage stops in front of the iron gate. "This is my chance," she whispers, and with quick paces she goes to the back of the carriage. The gates of the base open, and as usual, the task of receiving the delivery of supplies is for Occisor. "We have come to bring the meat to Lord Occisor Van Helsing, and the blood to the ladies, Mary and Margaret Van Helsing," the coachman says and closes his eyes as the dreaded Occiso

Carly struggled as she managed to speak to Theo. “I promise you, I will find your killer and kill them, they will pay for that, they will surely pay dearly for that, I promise.” Theo replied to Carly in a whisper as she closed her eyes. “Thank… you” she said her final words as she laid her head gently on his arm, her hand slowly dropped to the ground as she gaved up the ghost with her head still resting on Theo’s arms. An infiltrating dark aura filled the woods as Theo sensed a presence of an unknown figure... Gomok.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

They didn't know what to anticipate when they arrived at the antre Onyx was sure the sarcophagus of Addanc was concealed, however, they foresaw anything but not the mare's ​nest that welcomed them at the feet as they concreted for a moment, watching as Oswald go crazy, yanking his hair with his might as if fighting to take control of his own body from whatever that had possessed him but one thing was certain, Gwen's blood was used to bring back what their ancient kind fretted the most.

He turned him so his face was directly facing me. "Now. Why. Did. You. Touch. Her?" he commanded, his voice laced with anger and authority. "He wants to kill her." he whimpered. And then Ozymandius bought his hand which now had claws and dugged them straight into the monsters neck. The monsters breathing became harsh and within seconds he turned into ashes. I coudnt believe this. Ozymandius was a monster. I burried my face into Alexander's chest and it was not long before I started crying.