Victorian Horror Novels Romane & Geschichten

“Sure! I am curious.” Victoria let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling. “I was a human when a vampire raped me and turned me into a vampire afterward.” “I see ….” I tightened my grip. My Victoria was raped …. She touched my cheek. “What? Now you pity me?” “You have suffered a difficult life.” “I did, but I survived.” “You are truly a survivor, darling. I am proud of you.” Victoria said nothing. “Sometimes, I wished to die. The rape memory is terrible. I often have nightmares because of that.” Then she touched my cheek. “But since I became your mistress, I have never had the nightmares again.”

The very castle that was rebuilt by the famous dracula of all time, Vlad the impaler. Before his castle, the castle of Victoria was the actual symbol of the vampire's existence in the world. Moon intertwined his fingers with Ocean as he felt this heart clenching feeling within his chest. Dabria hugged Zeus' arm tightly as she felt something exactly the same inside her chest as well. Ocean had this familiar feeling within her chest. But nothing like what Moon and Dabria were feeling. After all, it was the place where both Queen Victoria and her adopted son, Moon had ruled. Their souls were familiar to those places.

Alexis even started to hug herself when she realized that the air around her was starting to feel cold and a little bit tense for her right now there. Alexis looked around, the atmosphere of the night and there was something threatening that Alexis really felt there right now. Just as Alexis was about to take her two feet forward, she again felt her body being pierced by something. And that's when Alexis saw a woman in Victorian clothes running right through her with a small sword in her right palm. The woman started swinging the sword in her hand slashing at the many wild vampires that were approaching her. Alexis could even see how the vampires had their eyes as red as blood, and how wild

P. Marie Anne Lawrence. 1980 - 2020 Beloved wife, mother and sister. Seeing her mother's name etched on one of these gravestones was one of the worst fears that Harley had whilst growing and now that she was older, and it was a reality, it caused great pain rather than fear. She was just eighteen years old when her mother died. Two years ago, everything had been perfect. Their lives couldn't have been better… Until one night when her parents were out on a hunt and a vampire from a particularly powerful clan had attacked her mother while her father was already in a fight of his own. That night, when Zander had come home with his clothes bloodstained and his eyes red raw, she knew straight awa

“You don’t understand. What I saw was not something that is ordinarily done. Mr. Beauxdera had fangs, and they were in poor Mary’s neck, draining her blood. He had fangs, Ben!” A lump formed in my throat. It couldn’t be. Of course I’d heard of vampires; I’d even read some of the penny dreadful Varney the Vampire. But never had I believed them to be real. And how could Mr. Beauxdera, of all people, be one?

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

" She said and started walking. The snow-haired man did the same, still in awe. In front of him was a mansion on the four winds, ancient, detailed. It appeared to be four stories high, covered in bright, neutral colours that illustrated the designs of the 17th century. The façade and roof were dark, white, yellow, red and grey giving it a unique and gloomy look. It reminded him of that history of Victorian houses where they described their styles and how they were designed internally. He was excited, this was like a dream to him, would he see a live Victorian house? There were many all over London but he had never been inside one. Money was of the essence and to tell the truth, they don't ch

Drex said as he laughs evilly, You think you can compel me?? I was granted infinite power by the Goddess of Romania and among the power is mind compulsion resistance, so that won't work on me anymore, Drex explained as he ordered his troop to open all the veils so that sunlights can enter the palace as he knows we vampires are allergic to sunlight as its burns us Everyone began to scream, the weaker ones among us died while the strong ones among us fought hard in closing the veils that protects us from the sunlight

Lady Tatya lounged about in her chambers, reading a horror novel. This was one of her favorite genres. She loved the thrills, the twists, the terrifying reality that burst through the pages. But most of all, she loved the creativity. So many ways to die, so many ways to make someone fall on their own sword. Tatya turned the page with such vigor, she almost ripped it. Yes, this was the moment in the story where the characters were cornered and trapped by the monster, the monster that had a million ways to torture them. Skinning, drowning, beheading… all wonderful ways to cause someone’s death.

Yet, there lingered an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that both intrigued and unnerved Victoria. One evening, while exploring the mansion for potential wedding locations, Victoria stumbled upon a door tucked away in a secluded corridor. Its ornate design stood in stark contrast to the muted elegance of the rest of the house. The door, seemingly untouched for years, begged to be opened. As she turned the handle, the door creaked open, revealing a room frozen in time. Victorian-era furniture adorned the space, and the walls were adorned with sepia-toned photographs. Victoria's eyes widened as she realized the room was a shrine, a memorial to a love lost in the passage of time.