Novel & Cerita Short Gothic Quotes

Many spits bitchy words on there, But thou still shows they face In the lights; With pesky pride and gratification. Thou are ultimately shameless; No fear, No respect, No regards. Thou have not iota of empathy and pity, And lacks an emotional quotient. Always edgy to seize a breath. Do thou ever have grave misgivings, The undertaker? Do thou ever have a qualm, The Undertaker? Why can thou not be bid,

“—from her.” Dante’s blood goes cold. He takes the phone. Hits play. The room disappears. It’s just her voice. Not the polished one the world is used to. Raw. Close. Breathing audible between lines. A guitar that buzzes a little on one fret. Words that hit like punches. *I signed my name in bedlight ink didn’t see the claws in the fine‑print links they said it was a lifeline, not a leash but I learned the difference on my knees…*

My stomach seems to burn with nausea, but I choose to keep my face in a cold mask of stupid courage. "Because every God needs to experience death to be worthy of what he deserves, love. "Jonathan makes a head movement to keep up with the threat implicit in the words, sounding darker than I remembered it could be. "That doesn't make me feel any gratitude for what you did, if you want to know.”

AUDACUS The walls of my chamber closed in around me. I had shattered another goblet on the flagstones, and still my pain in my chest was unshaken. The scent of spiced wine lingered in the air, clinging to the velvet drapes like unforgiving spectres. Aretha. Lilith. Lost.

Just silence thick and shadows high. Then fingers cold as death’s caress Drag me down the hall—no less. My echo fades behind each scream, Where nightmare slips into twisted dreams. Damnation clings to every stone, And fear leaks out of every bone. Through seven gates I must descend, Where light and memory meet their end. Each time, a layer falls from grace— No praise remains, no soft embrace. My skin grows bare, my steps grow slow, Yet still I walk. I choose to go. Through shadow’s mouth, I drop like flame,

Watch your back. I looked over the edge. Rome. My city. Built on blood. Held together by it. Rule 4: Ghosts wear better suits. But they’re still ghosts. And ghosts don’t get happy endings. They get second chances. I’m going to mine

someone asked hopefully. “Not a chance,” she said. “What the fu—,“ someone else said as they looked in the room. “Another message?” She went back and looked and hung her head. “Yes,” she stated. “What does it say?” Mitsuhide, who was still at her back asked. “Wash away my guilt, and cleanse me from my sins,” she said. “It’s another quote from the sect.” “Are you sure?” Mitsuhide whispered in her ear.

“ I got the message last night. Scholarship demands I top my class again this year,you know” Maya smiled. “Yeah,No pressure, huh?” He grinned. “None at all. But it’s worth it. It’s what keeps me going. --------- In the dark corner of a quiet street, a man stood alone, his face hidden in shadow. The night air was cold and still. He whispered quietly, “This is the end for Nathaniel Hawthorne. He’s going to lose everything.” Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving the empty street behind.

“Here we go.” The opening paragraph immediately caught my attention. It read: ‘A curse of dark magic could have vein-like black marks. Those marks signify the curse…’

"Remember, I'm a very jealous man, Lianna. You're mine, keep that in mind." ° ° ° AN ‘Life is nothing more than a nightmare, but death, the longing sleep dreams of life.’ This quote is written by a friend of mine Katrina Kaaloa. Much love lj