Doriangray Stories

He thought he was the only one who knew. He was wrong. Dorian Gray had a dark secrect he thought that no one knew about. But that was not exactly true for there was someone else who knew about the painting and how it had become intertwined with his life. She could have saved him but a soul once tainted by evil can never be pure again. And some curses just cannot be broken.

A glimpse into an artist's studio

Dorian - the year 1859 is one that not many who were alive then will ever forget. forged from the anger of the people to the temptations of the flesh, those of us who survived have thought back to that year with a great distaste. like the taste of liquor, something so foul yet so addicting. Victor - it was the year that our greatest selves came out, along with our darkest nightmares. all running lose in between the streets of London and Paris, leading to the foulest of wars. Vlad - in many ways it was the year we all lost then found ourselves. lost others and found new friends. learned a great deal and regretted even more. Edmund - the monsters that we tried so hard to hide finally found their ways out and there was nothing we could do but sit back and watch with horror as the streets were set afire and people got injured.... With the news of a new peculiarity, Sir Dorian Gray finds himself among the streets of London with his closest friend Vladimir, only to discover the true horrors that lurk among the enlightened city. mysterious murders and attacks begin to take place along with more suffering on either side of the channel. together with the help of their new friends, will Dorian and Vlad be able to piece together who is responsible for the deeds that have been taking place and finally put an end to the hatred or so they hope?

A fault in the canvas, yes, that would have had to be it. It was the only rational explanation that could be found there. A contamination that distorted the paint and left it to bleed out from the canvas and spoil the work itself. That must have been the case, the red seemed to be leeching out so terribly that it was staining the ground just before the picture itself. He would have liked to see if he could fix the fault before the piece was entirely beyond help, but he could not quite tell where it was the issue actually came from. A steady, rich crimson staining the time-worn threadbare of the carpet that the painting rested upon, a growing stain that must have been pouring from the painting with more of the red than he could have recalled using for the piece when he was working on it.

Dorian my emotional support terrible person <3

Fresh from Basil's studio, Lord Henry takes Dorian out for a night on the town

The Dorian Gray that Basil remembered was gone. Or did he ever really exist in the first place?

London's biggest mystery since Jack The Ripper; Aristocrat Dorian Gray. When a young man moves to London England on the edge of the Victorian Era, nobody expects him to change so rapidl, but remain all the same. Shifting from the confused, innocent, impressionable status of any newcomer into something much different, all people can do is ask Dorian Gray how he did it.... and most importantly, what is his secret? Another mystery is the man in black that forever accompanies him, never leaving his side as if bound by contract to acquaint him.

Basil reflects upon his work and his charming muse Song fic - 'Portraits' by Emilie Autumn (from The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls)

These were my little writing exercises that I was doing as a challenge with a friend of mine, based around characters from Dorian! We had exactly ten minutes to write whatever stream of consciousness came, and these are the results! Also I'm keeping it labelled in the same way I had it in my notes from it because I think that's a little funny

Dorian has to self reflect? How gross, he shall do anything but that

Dori is allowed to feel weird about things, as a treat

Maybe I wrote this to have Jackaby roasting Lord Henry a little, maybe I did not. Only I know for sure and I never know anything for certain

Frances Carlisle had returned to Southampton, England after having traveled abroad for the past few years, to discover that his home had changed drastically since he was a boy. Whispered warnings behind closed doors of a mysterious individual known around England named Dorian Gray began to reach him.

Neste livro, o belo jovem Dorian Gray, o protagonista, torna-se modelo para uma pintura do artista Basil Hallward. O pintor apresenta Dorian ao Lorde Henry Wotton, que o faz tomar consciência de sua beleza e do valor de sua juventude e o inicia num mundo de vícios e desregramento. Apaixonado pela própria imagem e influenciado pelas palavras de Lorde Henry, Dorian deseja permanecer eternamente belo como no retrato. Misteriosamente, seu desejo é atendido.

Original Author: HAZEL_STARLING unauthorized translation / Dorian/Basil (The Picture of Dorian Gray) / A/N:I just couldn't get over the original plot where Dorian killed Basil. I wished they had made it clear at the outset, before Henry lured Dorian into his fall, so that all could have been saved, including Sybil, and the numerous young men and women who were later ruined by Dorian. T/N: Translated in sake of keeping sane while reviewing for exam. I will delete it if it comes to any problem with copyrights.

Okay, this originally was a crack ship that I came up with during swim practice. And it kind of evolved into this really strange fanfiction about two immortal dudes who wind up teaching at Hogwarts during CoS. The main pairing is an older, OOC version of Harry called Hadrian Peverell, and Dorian Gray. (Yes, that Dorian Gray.) Harry Potter still exists. FYI. Hadrian teaches Defense and Dorian teaches History of Magic. Warnings: Language, implied? sexual content, murder

Dorian Gray everyone lives au but it's in the most chaotic way I could do it

I don't even, to be completely fucking honest