Modern Gothic Clothes Novels & Stories

“You’re going to be following me more often. I judge the affairs of Silvercrest. You, as my Luna, are part of that now. It’s part of the deal.” “You didn’t tell me about that part of the deal.” He shrugged. “Not all deals come fully explained.” “Convenient,” I muttered. Eventually, we stopped in front of a building that looked like a store—sort of. But it wasn’t like anything I’d seen before. It gave off a dark, gothic vibe. Intriguing and eerie all at once. “Where are we?” I asked as we stepped inside. Rows of dresses lined the walls, not your average gowns either. These were stitched in dark velvets, deep emeralds, rich crimsons—shimmering shadows in fabric form. Everything oozed a luxurio

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.

He agreed. I forced myself to stand up and walked over to the massive dark-wood closet. If I was going to have dinner with the "Monster," I needed to look the part. I pulled open the doors and blinked. The closet was packed, but the clothes were ridiculous. Heavy velvet gowns dripping with dark jewels, stiff corsets, and skirts so wide they could hide a small army. It looked like the wardrobe for a gothic royal ball, not a dinner. I pulled out a heavy, dramatic black gown and tossed it onto the bed with a sigh.

He wore a dark black suit, like those thieves in the books. As he approached slowly, he looked at me up and down, enjoying the view of me in the tight garment with cut-off sleeves. I had also shortened the dress to end just above my knees. Before my rough tailoring job on it, it was the perfect Slayer war outfit. Slayers like Mom and Dad do not wear everyday garments because rushing into battle can induce brocade to tear.

There's the pet shop, hair salon, restaurant, pastry shop, clothing boutique, café and many more. So this is the market. I looked over at the crowd of vampires walking around, some wearing simple clothings and rugged cloaks. Hm, I like it here. “Let's buy you some warm clothes.” Gideon held my wrist and dragged me to a store. It was a fancy clothing boutique that had glass walls so everyone could see the interior of the store. There's mannequins of dresses and suits. A rack of pointy heels and boxes of jewelries by the table.

There was also some kind of terrifying superiority in the way they were looking at me, yet I certainly found their company much safer than being around those people from the casino… I slightly nodded my head, agreeing to go with them. Mr. Gotha smirked, then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room filled with blood. He looked me up and down and clicked his tongue. I certainly didn't look presentable. The simple white dress, the only piece of clothing I was wearing, was painted in red, as well as my feet, most of my body, and hair. I stood there looking into his eyes while trembling from cold and fear, and hoping to get out of there fast.

Dressed in a short black dress that hugged her like it was made just for her, Romona leaned against the wall by my door, arms crossed, looking way too comfortable for someone who didn’t live here Over the fabric on her body looked all sleek and expensive, she wore a long black faux fur coat that practically. Her hair, done in loose waves, tumbling over her shoulders making her oval face look all perfect. Her lips coloured in dark crimson red that went well with all the black she had on. Her love for Gothic fashion creeped me out but I couldn't deny that it looked unexplainably good on her. “What are you doing here?” I snapped, irritated, the words coming out on their own. I was exhausted, st

It was horrible when someone they thought was dead showed up out of nowhere. Jean wore a vintage strapless dress with a rich Byzantine style, gorgeous and mysterious. The dress had a picture of Jesus crucified by the Pharisees embroidered in golden silk! The name of that dress was -- sin offering. And it was popular all over the Internet at the time. Because that dress was totally different from what Galene had designed in the past. It was solemn, beautiful and powerful! There were many blood-red gems inlaid at the hem and shoulder edge of the dress!

She changed into a purple-red silk nightdress with butterfly embroidery, a plum blossom pattern at the waist, and a matching lightweight robe. After removing her veil, she tied her hair into a high ponytail with a purple ribbon, looking both charming and radiant. For the mating ceremony, she had prepared many new clothes. With gifts from the Blackthorn Pack, her closet was filled with Italian silk and French satin. Clothes were categorized by season, with over ten shades of red alone, and embroidery as fine as haute couture. Fur coats hung in a temperature-controlled closet, five of them in silver fox and purple mink.

The clothes would hide us from human eyes, allowing us to flow across the landscape at vampire speed without being noticed. The sun was invisible behind a thick layer of clouds, but vampires do not need to see the pain-giving orb to know when it has set. Genevieve and Dara joined us a moment later. They were also dressed in black pants and sweatshirts, one of the few times I ever remember seeing them so dully garbed. Usually, they favor dresses of purple, lavender or crimson, reminders of those bygone days in Paris, I assume.