Gothic Oc Novels & Stories

Before the geizer reached the Disc, the lava bent back down to the surface, splitting into multiple branches and forming into several demonic heads? “Who dares summon the almighty Bloodstream,” “Drop the charade, Marcus. I’ve seen your tricks before,” “Damn you, Olivia cult,” Marcus said as the constructs gathered into one humanoid body with the appearance of an orderly Italian man in a white top with a red tie. “I’m touched that you remember me,” “The underworld constantly reminds me of how the Enchantress Omega bested me all those years ago,’ “Bested him?,” Roxy asked. “Long story,” Scott said.

Gerey landed after and Jeyrin stood next to him, together they watched flames incinerate the body to ashes. It was just a matter of time before other creatures found the body of the beast so they hurried on. “What's that creature?” Gerey asked Jeyrin as they turned into another lane and journeyed deep through another corridor that had a better luminescence than the one they left. “It's a Certoana.” ** The torch Sir. Oswic held firmly in his hand dropped melted whitish wax from the heat's impact as he walked cautiously - without his footsteps making a noise, to wherever fate led him.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd noticed. I took another sip. Then I froze. The glass stopped halfway to my lips. Across the room stood a man I hadn't seen in years. My fingers tightened around the glass. No. It couldn't be. But I knew that face. I knew those eyes. I knew the scar above his eyebrow. My breathing became shallow. The music around me seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of a locked door slamming shut. Hands. Cold walls. Dark rooms. Laughter. The smell of sweat and blood. Voices telling me I had no choice.

she whimpered. Octavius grinned exposing his fangs even more. In one single lunge, he pounced on her holding her with her back against him, his hands pinning her to his chest. Sutra gasped and choked on the tears that were born of fear and the scathing heat of his skin against her naked arm. Her fear increased when he took hold of her neck with one of his hands, bending her neck slightly and exposing it to his gaze. Old folklore she knew as a child came to her mind, one of the night monsters who prowled around looking for young virgins to feed on. He would bare their necks to his gaze and sink his fangs into their necks, draining out the blood from till they became lifeless.

Onyx waved his hand and slipped it inside his pocket. "You f*ucking w*hore!" Owen yelled, and Onyx's head shot back at him. Onyx's eyes darkened as he trembled with wrath. "Say that again! I dare you!" His chest shuddered with wrath as he growled. Not a single word came out of Owen's mouth as he started trembling in fear starting into Onyx's haunting eyes. Ophelia was shocked beyond words at Onyx's reaction and all she could do was let Onyx drag her to the elevator. Ophelia didn't realize she was staring at Onyx until he looked down at her and she cleared her throat. She took a step away from his arm, and his grip on her waist loosened.

Tala crushed the phone in her grip then threw it down "I'm going now, if I see your face anywhere but here or in town, I will kill you" "Understood" With a last glare at her Tala walked round her and left the house. Odine fell back in the couch with a gasp of relief, so this is what is meant by never challenge a werewolf, just like a child will eventually grow up, an Omega will eventually become an Alpha, they might not pose a threat in the beginning, but there is a truth behind the term dogs don't forget and Odine experienced that first hand.

But then I realized I needed a reality check and to stop defiling her in my mind. "So, Tyce, any plans for staying in Salem a little longer than a few hours in the near future?" The witch leaned over so her cleavage was on display. I mean, I looked—I was a man after all! But I still couldn’t get Gigi's far more impressive rack off my mind, and how nice it would look bouncing as I pounded into her. Fuck, I really had to stop. I was becoming obsessed.

I hoped there were no wild and vicious animals here or I would be dead meat. Praying silently to the Moon Goddess, I slowly advanced in that direction and soon enough my eyes fell on something. Then, emerging like a sentinel from the gloom, I saw it—a colossal, wide pillar that reached into the abyss above. It was so impossibly tall that I couldn't see its tip, disappearing into the darkness like an anchor that connected this forsaken land to something even more ominous. The pillar was made of an obsidian-like substance, darker than the blackest of nights.

By obtaining that evidence the game would be over and his threats would not matter in the least. My heart leapt when I managed to see a person's shadow around midnight, it hadn't been long. I let the recording run and I saw someone arrive wearing a black hood, boots and gloves, his head was down and I could not see his face, nor his hair color. The person approached the main entrance and slipped the note under the door, he was turning his back to the camera and that made me too uneasy, I got very close to the screen and stared at that mysterious subject. He was acting very strange, he was standing there doing nothing as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly he raised his head and look

The Heart of the Curse The gala hall stood before them like a wounded beast, its shattered doors hanging limply, revealing a cavernous interior bathed in a pulsing crimson glow. Shadows twisted across the cracked cobblestones of Wolfcrest Avenue, alive with menace. Aria clutched Rollan closer, his small body warm against her chest, his tiny fingers gripping her tunic. His wide eyes mirrored the eerie light, innocent yet burdened by the mark that pulsed faintly on his skin. Beside her, Caden’s presence was a steady anchor—his sword drawn, his wolf senses sharpened, his breath misting in the cold, ash-laden air. The stench of decay hung heavy, laced with a darker note: Victor’s essence, fester