Gothic Oc Novels & Stories

I whipped my head toward the door, the scent of wild pines grating my nose. Goosebumps broke against my skin when i realized what the scent was, the Lycan! He was here! I couldn’t help the jolt of anticipation that went through me as I tried to avoid the monster’s dead gaze. “Come out and fight me you coward!” Hector's booming voice seemed to be coming from far away, the noise of the wind whistling through the trees and the creak of the wooden door swaying in the wind filled the air so that I watched the pink-eyed monster grit the multitude of his teeth.

he asked as gently as he could, feeling worse when the guy flinched. “I was walking back to my place after a night out with some friends when I come across his scent, it was like nothing I had ever smelt before” Steve said with a shudder, remembering the way the scent of crocus’ and lavender and Pure Omega had wrapped around him and dragged him down the street. “I followed the scent into an abandoned house, a vampire den, I almost ripped the place apart until I found the door down to the basement. He was there, trapped in the corner. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen” he whispered around the lump in his throat.

Dominic cupped his chin with his hand while he thought, Stacy’s eyes followed his fingers movements and she realized that Dominic hadn’t shaved today, he had a starting of a five O clock shadow forming. “You couldn’t place the creature?” Dominic finally asked. Stacy shook her head, “Nothing I have ever met before, and I have met pretty much every Preter over the past few years, even a few of the mutated ones, nothing matches, it was almost oriental, like Okimi, but it was harsh at the same time.” Stacy tried hard to separate the scent in her head but she just couldn’t place the second half. “I understand, look, not everything can be solved in a day, take tonight, relax, go to a bar, come bac

I was eager to experience that kind of love from him. His body straightens and he has a deep frown. I look at him with confusion, but he doesn’t say anything. I ask in a soft voice, “Ozzy, what’s going on?” He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even look at me. I notice the gas first, I’ve smelled this scent so many times before when they were trying to make it. Osborn has elf in his blood, he’ll knock out first, but it causes wolves to pass out as well.

Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?” “Who is Goethe?” Oscar asked. Rowan gave a questioning look as he asked, “Have you no education on our roots?” When Oscar gave a chagrinned shake of his head, he said, “This must be rectified.” “Will Cerie’s magic extend your life?” Oscar asked. “I expect so,” Rowan said as he stood and untied his robe’s belt so that it fell open to expose his hardened manhood. “If it doesn’t, I’ll go feeling the best I’ve ever felt. This magic is dangerously addictive.”

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Tobias glance away, while Addison stiffens. Master Ombres turns away from the windows, her arms crossed. She’s a lanky woman with black hair and the characteristic all-black eyes of a demon, which contrast her warm smile in a way that’s almost uncanny. “Thank you all for joining me,” she says, looking around the room at the surrounding students. “I’m sorry to drag you away from your free time like this, but there’s something I need from you, and I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

A woman dressed head to toe in full gothic glory—all black clothes clinging to her body, jet-black hair falling straight like a curtain, heavy dark eyeliner that could cut glass, deep black lipstick, a chunky silver cross necklace, and knuckle rings that looked like something that came from thanos finger. Hell. She looked like she’d stepped out of a Tim Burton movie. The curly-haired girl pulled her phone back with a proud little smirk. “Trust me, it works. Guys like that — cold, distant — they lose their minds over the gothic vibe. It’s the mystery. The whole ‘don’t touch me I’m dangerous’ energy.”

They deserved the gridiron. "I didn’t dabble,” Vydon swore, raising his good hand in mock surrender. He understood exactly the concerns I battled inwardly. “Gossart hunts people who do not pay Ozric back, and he is also an avid collector of krait snake venom in Streppes. Their family line is famous for the garstini drink that's made from larvae roots and venom. It makes their blood acidic and corrosive to others upon contact. Drawing their blood is a no-no. They will never be wolf's meat.”