In it's infancy - not even first draft. Just uploading for initial feedback should anyone wish to share their impressions and feedback. I am playing with a first person present tense style which I have not written in before.

When a weary sailor comes ashore at Winter Quay-a forgotten harbor crouched beneath a black cliff and the endless sigh of the sea - he expects only a few days' rest, a mug of ale, and the comfort of solid ground. But the land keeps its own kind of tides. In a place where fishermen cross themselves at the mention of the woods, and the moon lays its silver hand upon still waters, something waits with the patience of the deep. Told in the salt-bitten voice of a man who has seen too much of storm and darkness, this is a tale of longing, superstition, and the thin line between devotion and doom.

A journey through snowbound mountains. A family bound by love, now tested by secrets too dark to speak. When Éléonore accompanies her fragile sister Hélène on a journey across Europe, the world she knows falls away. Remote villages whisper of superstition, shadows stir in the forests, and a chilling darkness waits where the snow never melts. Love, loyalty, and fear collide as Éléonore faces the unknown. Will her devotion protect her, or will the horrors hidden in the mountains claim them both? A Gothic horror tale of vampires, mystery, and isolation, perfect for fans of Dracula, Carmilla, and classic European Gothic fiction.

She came back to rebuild. He came back to be forgiven. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have spent five years trying to forget the past. Now, they are forced to share a future. When a series of unexplained events begins to plague the castle, the two young professors at Hogwarts find themselves assigned to a mission that neither of them wanted. Trust does not come easily to those forged in war, and for Hermione and Draco, every conversation is a minefield of old animosities and new, confusing realisations. Between the silence of the archives and the freezing mist of the grounds, the distance between them begins to narrow. It is a slow burn in a cold climate; a gradual thawing of two hearts that were never meant to beat in sync. In the race to protect the school, they might just find that the greatest challenge is not the mystery they are solving, but the undeniable spark growing between them. Slow burn Dramione romantasy

When Clara and Alice begin exchanging emails, they expect to share everyday musings - books, boys and sisterly confessions. But their words soon become a lifeline through the veil between the ordinary and the unknown. Clara, with her whimsical heart, finds herself haunted by whispers of spirits and shadows. Alice, ever the gothic soul, seeks comfort in old-world beauty while battling the mysteries that stalk her family. Together, their correspondence traces the fragile thread between friendship, magic, and secrets too dark to ignore. As each reply unfolds, ghosts stir, portals open, and the past refuses to stay buried. But what truly binds them - their shared love, or the darkness that follows? Join Alice and Clara in this gothic epistolary tale of sisterhood, secrets, and the strange beauty found in the shadows.

In a mist-struck Victorian parish, a young narrator - new to town, late for a dinner, and desperate to appease a stern mother - chooses a forbidden shortcut through Blackbriar Wood. The villagers whisper of the cursed forest: offerings at the verge, church bells at dusk, old laws older than scripture. Sceptical, city-bred, and clutching a beloved bookshop find, the narrator steps beneath a canopy where silence feels deliberate and the air carries the iron scent of old stories. What follows is a slow-burn descent into folklore and cosmic dread: a haunted wood, eldritch hush, and a parish whose piety keeps pace with its fear. A Gothic tale of atmosphere over spectacle - Victorian chills, creeping unease, parish superstition, and the unnerving courtesy of a forest that may not be empty. Perfect for readers of dark academia, folk horror, and cosmic horror who crave candlelit prose, uncanny landscapes, and the steady tightening of fate.

Shadows stir, walls whisper, and the familiar becomes alien. How far can a single soul endure when reality itself turns against it? Beneath the gaslit streets of London, shadows twist and reality wavers. A man of ambition and vanity will find that the familiar can mask the unfathomable, and that the night hides truths too terrible to behold. Enter a world where beauty and dread entwine, and where the boundary between the known and the incomprehensible begins to unravel.

Step into a world where silence is a sentence and every shadow hides a secret. The House of Silent Ornaments is a chilling Gothic horror short story that will haunt your imagination. Trapped in an antique, decaying mansion filled with lifeless dolls, forgotten toys, and grotesque ornaments, the narrator discovers that the house is no ordinary dwelling-but a prison for the abandoned and the forgotten. With eerie corridors, haunted rooms, and a presence that defies reason, this dark tale blends psychological terror, supernatural suspense, and twisted fantasy. Perfect for fans of horror stories, gothic fiction, haunted houses, and short story collections.

In the year 1695, in the shadow of the Salem witch trials, nineteen-year-old Augusta Penn arrives in the haunted town of Swampscott. The daughter of the new reverend, she longs for solitude, sketching plants in the forest and hiding from the whispers of suspicious townsfolk. But when she crosses paths with the mysterious and wounded Captain Nathaniel Winslow, a soldier scarred by war and secrets, Augusta finds herself pulled into a dangerous web of forbidden attraction, gothic mystery, and eerie superstition. As shadows move in the forest, secrets rise from the graves, and whispers of witchcraft spread once more, Augusta must decide who she can trust-before the darkness claims her heart, her soul, and perhaps her life.

When the mists rise over Harrowden Hill, something ancient stirs beneath the trees. In a forgotten parish haunted by superstition and silence, a young woman inherits her grandmother's decaying cottage - and the shadowed secrets buried within its walls. By day, the forest whispers of folklore and fevered dreams. By night, the moon awakens a terror that blurs the line between devotion and damnation. Love battles monstrosity. Faith wrestles with the forbidden. And under the cold gaze of the moon, the heart learns that some vows are older than God. A gothic tale of forbidden love, ancestral curses, and the slow unravelling of the soul - The Wolf of Harrowden Hill weaves together romance, horror, and cosmic dread in a chilling descent into the dark roots of human nature.