Short Gothic Quotes Novels & Stories

And beside it, a note, messily scrawled in handwriting so jagged it looked like it had been carved into the paper: “Free yourself and run, darling. I’ll savor every fucking second of hunting you down. Each scream. Every tear. All the steps you’ll regret.” Ghost... Oh, fantastic. The candles were everywhere. Lined up like soldiers along the ground. Their flames flickered, casting eerie shadows that played tricks on my vision, making the graffiti on the walls come alive. Faces, words, symbols. Nothing that made sense, but everything that felt... wrong. A chill crawled up my spine as the light distorted the images into something haunting, something that grinned at me from the dark like it knew

Whispering in public like this. "Stop whispering. We are close. I don't want to influence their opinion." Linc says, taking a little step away from me. I am so tempted to laugh but then the person in front of us moves away and we are standing face to face with a goth girl. She is dressed in all black. Pierced nose and eyebrows. Ears too. Tattoos line her neck. She looks painfully bored. I look at Linc, he is staring at her like it is his first time seeing a gothic person. I can't hide my grin.

*Permiton* Our plan is terrible. It’s risky and rushed, based more on instinct than certainty. Still, it’s the only one we have. I stare down at the ancient text splayed across the marble table, the brittle parchment threatening to crumble beneath my fingers. The ink has faded in places, the script so old it bleeds together like veins across stone, but I’ve read it four times through, and I keep coming back to the same haunting phrase. “Shadow that clings can be burned by light unclaimed.”

*“The true darkness stirs.” ---

Giovanni’s footsteps echoed as he moved toward the door, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. "Remember," he said, his voice carrying a warning edge. "You’re mine. And I always get what’s mine." I stood there for a long moment, my chest rising and falling with my uneven breaths. My legs trembled, each step a fresh wave of agony. Giovanni watched me, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. He was topless, his chest still damp, a stark contrast to the chill that was settling deep in my bones.

“ 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.

‎ ‎Then Becky zoomed off. ‎The streets were alive as we drove past blinding lights and extra energy, ‎ ‎Yes I knew new York was the city that never sleeps but, this was just extra. ‎ ‎Was it the 4th of July or am I just overly an introvert? ‎ ‎"Here..here, let's go in here" I gestured excitedly at the big building with heavy music jarring out. ‎ ‎It had boldy written on it, ‎ ‎"THE GATES OF HELL"

"The advent of enlightenment may emerge through sorrow! White Heather" Myrtle, Hemlock I descry once light that a creature who breathes walked in amidst the bars. Such a dainty soul, perhaps it wouldn't be a bother for it to hear my words. It will be the excellent succor, for I know that it is too dainty to be seen. I am indeed relieved for I now realize that I have such succor. As I whisper... "La grülateva nonnäjö yeamäudarre lonätevaei." ("I will need your help.")

After that, I made a small line on the ground as I made it around the corner and began walking forward, making another line at each turn I made. Once I reached another dead-end I made an X on the wall and began walking down a new path, making sure to avoid any corners that had a line marked at the base. Feeling slightly more confident I picked my head up and quickened my pace. "How long can a stupid maze made by even stupider Moroi take anyways?" Translations: Legkaya devushka - easy girl Ye fuckin bampot - You unhinged tit

Zee's POV "And the First Light of Morning Woke to usher the first dawn in Hell And cried as it happened. For the Light was a weak and paltry thing And lacked the Warmth He was accustomed to Now that they were in the dark. He asked for forgiveness, Begged for it, And heard—for the first time, Nothing in return." ~ The Book of Lost Days Lilith 2:1-2 "You know life would be a lot easier if you didn't scream as much…"