Gothic-fiction Stories

The Manor has begun to breathe again. Soft disturbances ripple through its ancient halls-barely whispers at first, then unmistakable signs of something stirring beneath the surface. Shadows linger where they should not. Lights flicker without cause. The air hums with a quiet, fragile pulse, as though the walls themselves are waking from a long and uneasy sleep. Kassius Vale and Aethos feel the shift before they understand it. A presence moves through the Manor-subtle, fractured, and impossibly gentle, yet powerful enough to bend the world around it. Servants speak in hushed tones of strange occurrences. The Council grows wary. Old bloodlines watch from the dark. And through it all, a bond forbidden by history begins to take shape, delicate as a first breath and dangerous as prophecy. As the unseen force tethered to them slowly awakens, the Manor reveals hints of truths it has guarded for generations. What begins as a soft stirring becomes a quiet unraveling-of memory, of magic, of destiny itself. Some awakenings whisper. Others warn. This one does both. ---

Hidden by the Oak In a quiet medieval town where everyone knows each other's name, death arrives without warning. When the wealthy merchant is found brutally murdered, suspicion falls on his son, Alex-freshly returned from years at sea. The town turns on him overnight, hungry for someone to blame. Martha, a lonely maid with dreams of becoming a writer, finds him weeks later-half-dead beneath an ancient oak tree near her farm. Against reason, fear, and the town's hatred, she hides him and nurses him back to health. But the murders don't stop. As bodies pile up, the town grows more violent, and Martha begins to realize the real killer is still watching-playing with fear, control, and blame. Torn between obsession and truth, she must uncover the killer while keeping Alex hidden... even as her feelings for him deepen and the town turns them into monsters. They may survive. They may be cleared. But some towns never forgive. A dark medieval romance filled with obsession, mystery, and tragedy.

The Manor is stirring again. Whispers slip through its halls, shadows stretch where they shouldn't, and something long‑buried begins to claw its way toward the surface. As Kassius Vale and Aethos navigate the fragile beginnings of a bond the world has never witnessed, disturbances ripple through the servants, the Council grows uneasy, and the Manor itself bends under the weight of an unseen fracture. Memories that do not belong to the living bleed through stone. Doors close on their own. Old bloodlines stir in the dark. And beneath it all, a presence tethered to the triad awakens-quiet, fractured, and powerful enough to reshape the world. As the first triad in history begins to form, the Manor reveals truths it has kept hidden for generations. Shadows twist into unfamiliar shapes. The air hums with ancient magic. And the deeper they descend into the unseen, the more they realize: The greatest threat is not what waits outside their walls... but what has been living quietly within them all along. ---

Grygoriy's brother Danylo, is missing in the Pinsk Marshes. Frustrated and tired of waiting he goes to find him.

Tagline: Love is the slowest kind of death. --- Back Cover Blurb: She was born a secret. He was bred to hunt them. In the city of Atrium Vale, masked murderers called the Velvet Court rule the night-leaving behind roses dipped in blood and victims carved with symbols. No one knows their faces. No one survives them. Except her. Salem Vexx is a girl with a locked past and a scar across her neck-their mark. She's spent her life hiding from the shadows until a new neighbor moves into the penthouse across from hers: tall, silent, and wrapped in danger. He wears gloves even when it's warm. He never speaks unless it's necessary. His windows are always open. Watching her. Ash Corven has one job. Track. Torture. Kill. But when he's assigned to watch Salem, he's not prepared for the voice in her laughter, the wild in her rage, or the fact that she was never supposed to survive. As the city drowns in secrets and another killer emerges, Ash finds himself making one fatal mistake. He doesn't want to kill her. He wants to own her. --- Content Themes: Masked stalkers Psychological cat-and-mouse Morally gray killer x hunted girl Obsession vs. love Mystery tied to a secret society Dark sensuality and forbidden touch "Who's the real monster?" energy --- Opening Line: > The first time I saw him, he had blood on his cuffs and a knife at his side. The second time, he was staring through my bedroom window-smiling.

Kassius Vale never expected his life to change the night his bloodline awakened - or that it would bind him to a vampire who feels like danger, destiny, and something achingly close to home. At Wentsworth Crimson Manor, power is studied, secrets are guarded, and bonds are forged in ways no one fully understands. As Kassius's dormant lineage stirs, so does a connection he can't ignore - a pull toward Aethos, the enigmatic elder who shields him with a devotion that feels older than memory. Aethos is everything Kassius shouldn't trust: powerful, feared, and bound by a past soaked in shadows. Yet when Kassius looks at him, the bond hums, the world sharpens, and something inside him answers. But Kassius's awakening draws more than Aethos's attention. Lord Hadrian - ancient, calculating, and unwilling to relinquish what he believes is his - has plans of his own. Caught between a bond he never asked for and a claim he never wanted, Kassius must navigate a world where affection is dangerous, power is political, and intimacy can be a weapon or a lifeline. Some bloodlines are chosen. Some are cursed. And some tie two souls together long before they ever meet. ---

...the snow, the axe, the image of that woman sitting on the chair, the forest she ran through until she was out of breath, and finally that mysterious, large man. All scattered fragments in Jouri's memory - her heart tightens whenever they cross her mind, but she can't remember what happened, or why, or how...