━━━━━━━━━ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━ .𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂. 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑫𝒆 𝑳'𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒆 a Amaldiçoada. A noite caía pesada sobre Jericho, engolindo a lua com nuvens espessas. As velas da antiga cripta cintilavam sozinhas, como se atiçadas por mãos invisíveis. Foi ali, no silêncio que cheirava a terra úmida e ossos antigos, que Seraphine De L'ombre despertou mais uma vez. Seus olhos, castanhos agora azul enevoado como a própria morte, abriram-se devagar, como se ainda ardessem em febre. A pele translúcida, fria ao toque, fazia jus ao seu nome - sempre bela, sempre macabra, como uma flor que nunca desabrochava totalmente. Era a mesma de trinta anos atrás, como se o tempo tivesse desistido de marcá-la. Ela se ergueu, o vestido de noiva desbotado deslizando pelo chão de pedra. Cada passo era acompanhado pelo som fúnebre de correntes invisíveis, lembrando-a da maldição que a prendia. O nome dele, 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒄 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 , latejava em sua mente como uma ferida eterna. Ele havia sido o seu criador e seu carrasco. O cientista mórbido que fascinava os mortos, que mexia nos limites da vida e da decomposição. Isaac a amara de uma forma tão doentia que preferiu possuí-la além da morte, lançando sobre ela o feitiço que a transformou na noiva cadáver. Trinta anos. Trinta invernos gelados e primaveras sem flores. Seraphine ainda vagava, procurando-o. Ainda que fosse apenas uma sombra, ainda que o tempo fosse cruel, a promessa permanecia: reencontrar Isaac Night, mesmo que custasse a eternidade. A cada aparição dela, histórias corriam entre os moradores de Jericho. As crianças da Nevermore cochichavam sobre uma noiva espectral que chorava sangue à beira do lago. Os mais velhos juravam ter ouvido seus passos em noites de lua cheia, arrastando véu e dor pelos corredores da floresta. Ela carregava o peso

❝ 𝖎 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖈𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖎 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔 ❞ the one where a pyrokinetic hothead catches the new student's attention. or ; kamden palmer was instantly intrigued by the new student, wednesday addams, who wanted nothing to do with her. even better. somehow, kamden finds herself wrapped up in wednesday's investigation into the school and attempts to take down authority figures. but she always wished she could do that kind of stuff anyway, so it didn't bother her. plus, as the days passed by and they got deeper and deeper into their quest, wednesday was starting to open up to kamden. WEDNESDAY 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 hates everyone but you • season 1 ✓ season 2 ✓ © vqnillascented 2023

The dead don't whisper to everyone... only to her. When Isadora Moura arrives at Nevermore Academy from Brazil, the shadows seem to know her name. With a silver rosary in hand and a legacy tied to Morticia and Gomez Addams, she uncovers secrets buried deep beneath the school. Then there's Isaac Night-haunted, quiet, and drawn to her darkness. Something ancient connects them. Something the dead don't dare speak aloud. ✨ Isaac Night x OC 🖤 Enemies to something more ☠️ Necromancy • Legacy • Lovers ⚠️ I only own Isadora Moura and her family. All other canon characters and settings belong to their original creators. This is a work of fiction for entertainment only. Please do not copy. © Lua_Oculta

FROM THE WORLD OF WEDNESDAY... An Isaac Night x Fem OC Love/thriller story... In the gothic halls of Nevermore Academy, shadows whisper, roses bloom with thorns too sharp, and every secret beats like a ticking clock. Annabelle Shadow was born with gifts she never asked for-telekinesis, sight beyond flesh, and a heart that wants nothing to do with destiny. But when a masked stranger in red appears at the masquerade gala, everything changes. His name is Isaac Night, a boy once thought dead, now stitched together with gears, steel, and a haunted soul. Their pull is magnetic. Seductive. Dangerous. Yet the true terror lies not in Isaac's mechanical heart-but in the blood that runs through Annabelle's veins. For her parents have left her more than memories; they've left her a legacy of betrayal, a curse tied to her gifts, and an inheritance that could tear Nevermore apart. As moonlight waltzes across broken glass and roses bleed in her hands, Annabelle must choose: follow the flame that Isaac ignites in her... or uncover the monstrous truth of her mother and father, a truth that may burn them both alive. Love is a dangerous invention.

"𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓽" Ester Frump, the younger sister of Morticia Addams and Ophelia Frump. She was always close to her 2 older sisters. While attending Nevermore, she meets a boy one night, a boy whose intelligence overshadowed others, a boy that was a star student in every class he took. After a horrible incident, he was the school's urban legend, a tale, a story that still saddens Ester till this day. What if the stories were true? And how did it led up to this? "𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬, 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾?" "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓔𝓼𝓽..." Pre - Wednesday: ✔️ Wednesday Season 2 : TBC

[completed] • she wasn't supposed to breathe. she wasn't supposed to feel. but in the quiet of isaac's creation, life stirred where there should have been nothing, soft skin, fragile warmth, a heartbeat that answered his own. she was a miracle born of obsession, a girl made from shadows and longing, tethered to a world that never asked for her. and now, every moment she exists, isaac has to wonder, did he create love... or did he create his own ruin? © lils 2025

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈 𝐃'𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, has always avoided humans. Avoided attachments, avoided everything that reminded her of the life she'll never have. At Nevermore, she is the girl cloaked in silence, hidden behind a parasol, watching the world but never stepping into it. But when she meets Isaac Night, a boy who refuses to let her disappear into the dark, Lorelei begins to question the rules she's lived by. He doesn't see her as fragile or monstrous-he sees her. And for the first time, Lorelei wonders if her voice matters... if love, laughter, and life aren't just human dreams, but something she's allowed to claim for herself.

i saved you, but at what cost? when love meets creation. isaac night x fem oc wednesday season two

She's built her life on control, on distance, on never letting anyone close enough to see the cracks that came with her immortality. He's the boy with cold metal where his heart should be, all sharp edges and unreadable eyes, who plays God and cheats death. She tells herself she can resist him. That his silence, his scrutiny, his fascination mean nothing to her and will mean nothing when he's gone. But Isaac Night is a gravity she can't escape-unsettling, relentless, and impossibly magnetic. And as his presence begins to unravel her carefully constructed detachment, she has to face a darker reality that falling in love leads to her ruin. WARNING, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING: spoilers for Wednesday season 2, horror/dark romance, lowkey dead dove at some parts, toxic relationships/behavior, angst, death, gore, cannibalism(?), graphic situations, swearing, smut, depictions of mental health, mentions/depictions of abuse, and possibly more, i dont do warnings for chapters unless on tumblr I am vendetta0girl on tumblr and iiVantablackii on ao3 (with another user on that site stealing my work smh), I have yet to upload to wattpad yet I lowkey forgot this existed so here we go I'll upload all current parts I have out

ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬𝔨𝔡 𝔪𝔢 ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶... Ophelia Winters enters her first year at Nevermore Academy and desperately tries to resist to her attraction for monsters. When Isaac Night comes back from the dead, she finds herself irremediably drawn into his darkness. And as she herself hides a somber secret, she soon discovers that she is not the only one... What comes next after befriending a monster? Will he try to take her heart, or will she give it to him willingly? Between love and fear, the line remains thin. Set during Wednesday S2 Part 2