Gothicaesthetic Stories

Blood and Ember: A Chronicle of Shadow and Fire In the citadel of Orison, where salt-thick winds kiss lemon terraces and the catacombs hum with old hymns, Nadine Arquette hunts what should not live and protects those who must. When a silver eclipse coin ties her bloodline to Lachlan Ryn-a white immortal whose gentleness is as dangerous as any blade-she is dragged into a forbidden covenant of famine and faith. The Covenant of Noonsbane seeks to sanctify hunger, to make thirst holy and consent an afterthought. Nadine will not yield. Between market riots, moonless storms, and rituals carved in salt and ash, she forges a new law of desire: willing, witnessed, limited. As enemies crown starvation a virtue, Nadine and Lachlan fight, burn, and yearn their way toward a balance that refuses to bruise. Their romance is slow and scorching, tender with sharp edges-kisses tasted like vows, touches asked and answered-while the city learns to speak a language where intimacy is power and restraint is grace. The night is watching. So is she. - ©️ Relle H

"The house doesn't just haunt-it chooses." Elira Vale never met her grandmother. But when the mysterious Ravenshollow Manor is left to her in a will she didn't expect, Elira finds herself drawn to the decaying estate nestled in the mist-covered hills of a forgotten town. She arrives seeking quiet and answers. What she finds is a home with eyes-mirrors that watch, corridors that shift, and a portrait of a woman who looks exactly like her... but lived over a century ago. Then there's Thorne Aster, a dark-eyed historian with too many secrets and a gaze that feels like déjà vu. As the past begins to blur with the present, and the manor's curse coils tighter around her fate, Elira must decide: Is she here to break the enchantment-or fulfill it? For fans of: Crimson Peak, Rebecca, and haunting slow-burn romances tangled in mystery. Tropes: Inherited gothic estate Haunted house with a memory Dark academia romance Star-crossed lovers across time Cursed bloodline Mysterious stranger with answers Atmospheric suspense with a feminine edge

Some houses breathe. This one remembers. When seventeen-year-old Evangeline Grey returns to Greystone Manor - her family's ancestral estate drowned in mist and mourning - she doesn't expect to find a mirror that watches her sleep, whispers that echo her name, or a girl trapped on the other side of the glass who wears her face and begs for help. The house is alive. It dreams in portraits and speaks through silence. And it wants something from her - something written in blood, buried in memory, and hidden behind centuries of cursed reflection. Guided by a mysterious tutor with secrets of his own and haunted by the fate of a forgotten ancestor, Evangeline must uncover the truth behind her family's legacy before the house claims her soul... like it did so many before. But in a place where mirrors lie and dreams rot in frames, saving another may mean losing yourself. Forever. "Mirrors remember what we try to forget."

In the forgotten town of Hollow's End, secrets cling to the mist like breath on glass. When Abigail Ward returns after years away, she seeks silence - but the house at the edge of town has other plans. Its halls whisper her name. Its windows glow long after midnight. And within its shadows, a familiar presence waits... one she buried long ago. Drawn into a world where love lingers beyond the grave, Abigail must uncover the truth about the man who once held her heart - and the curse that binds them both to the darkness. As the veil between the living and the dead begins to thin, passion and peril intertwine. Every heartbeat, every candle flame, every whispered word pulls her closer to the one truth she fears most: Some loves never die. They simply haunt.

"He warned me not to follow the forest path. But I did. And now... I can't escape him."

After dying, Zaida awakens at the entrance of a walled village where the countess takes her to the king, whom she recognizes as the one to whom she sold her soul. Now she must live in the village for all eternity, alongside several people who live outside of time to escape their stories. Between magic and contracts, will she be able to help an angel who offers to give peace to her soul, or will her life continue down a path of regrets?

When Enid Sinclair vanishes, Wednesday Addams begins a hunt that leads her far from Nevermore into frozen heart of the Canada, hidden packs, and the wilderness of a world that refuses to make sense. Canada is polite, bright, and relentlessly optimistic in other words, hell. But beneath its snowbound civility lurk old instincts and older laws. As Wednesday pursues faint traces of her lost friend, she's forced to confront creatures who call Enid a threat, an Alpha who must be destroyed. But Wednesday Addams does not yield to threats. Nor does she believe in lost causes. In a land where warmth leaves a trail and loyalty runs with the wolves, Wednesday will prove that even the wildest instincts can be tamed if you're not alone. "When the wolf is lost, the raven follows the trail of blood and snow"

She was never born to be loved. She was born to be quiet. To obey. To survive. After her parents died, Esfir Vasilieva was sent to live with relatives who never saw her as family. They beat her. Starved her. Locked her in silence for years. She became good at disappearing - into corners, into shadows, into herself. Until one frozen night, she ran. No plan. No hope. Just pain. And that's when he found her. Damir Volkov. He was cold, rich, dangerous. The kind of man no girl should trust. But Esfir wasn't a girl anymore. She was a scar with a heartbeat. And Damir wasn't interested in saving her. He wanted to keep her. Now, in a world filled with power, control, and secrets darker than her past, Esfir must learn: Love doesn't always look like safety. And obsession doesn't always ask permission. This is not a fairytale. It's the story of a quiet girl who was broken long before he touched her - and the boy who made her feel again, even if it hurt. - 🕯️ Don't judge this story by the prologue. 🕯️ Don't assume you know her just because she's quiet. 🕯️ And don't say it's love... until you see how far he's willing to go.

Juliet Ashcroft was supposed to disappear quietly. Branded a cheater, cast out from Blackwood University's elite circles, she survives only because she sees truths no one else can-truths buried in books, essays, and whispered margins. But exile has its dangers.Jungkook-the boy who loved her enough to ruin her-and Taehyung-the boy who tempts her with forbidden knowledge-are both outcasts like her. Both dangerous in ways she is only beginning to understand. At Blackwood, outcasts awaken. Powers come with a price. Love becomes a weapon. And every secret has a cost. Juliet must navigate a university that doesn't want her, two men who can't let her go, and abilities she barely controls. In a place built for ambition and obsession, the line between survival and destruction is razor thin-and no one walks away unscathed.

I am the greatest. Surpass me and then you'll be better. Your recursion must be better. That's the goal.

REMINDER - THIS STORY HAS AGE REGGRESS AND ALSOO HAS BLOOD AND GORE Every morning, the Sanctuary opens its jade doors and releases a god. Min Jun walks out first: silent, sharp, untouchable. A prophecy wrapped in black silk. A blade disguised as a boy. The devotees bow so deeply their foreheads bruise. Only one person in the entire holy city remembers he isn't made of marble. Kyuri. Barefoot. Peach cardigan. Strawberry crown slightly crooked. The girl who braids pink ribbons into his hair while he recites the end of the world. They call her Holy Mother. They don't see the way his voice softens when she touches him. They don't hear the way he whimpers her name when the doors close. They don't know that the god they worship becomes small the second he's alone with her. Behind the obsidian walls, the Prophet shrinks into her arms - a trembling child, a broken heart, a soft, shattering secret. She is his only comfort. He is her only devotion. And the Sanctuary is starting to notice. In a holy city built on fear and miracles, one truth is forbidden: Even gods can fall apart. And sometimes the only thing holding them together... is a ribbon tied by gentle hands.

In the shadows of a forgotten carnival, a boy lives in chains - smiling through pain, silent through torment. But beneath his silence, something dark begins to grow: a thirst for blood... for revenge... for freedom. "Carnival of No Return" is no place of joy. It's a stage where the innocent die, where laughter masks screams, and lives are traded like games. Can you trust the ones under the spotlight? Or is the killer already among them... hiding behind the mask of a clown?

In a world of candlelit halls and whispered reputations, Elias Montrose-boyish, noble, and burdened by a frailty he must keep hidden-finds himself trapped in the rituals of courtship and society's relentless gaze. When duty binds him to the daughter of a powerful family, he resigns himself to a future of performance and pretense. But everything shifts when Valentin Moreau steps from the shadows-an enigmatic gentleman of charm and unsettling allure, draped in secrets and velvet words. Some whisper that there is something otherworldly in him, a darkness too elegant to name. Drawn into his orbit, Elias begins to question the weight of expectation, the hunger beneath civility, and the dangerous longing that flares between them. Love, in such a world, is perilous. Desire is unspeakable. And yet, by candle and vein, two souls entwine-torn between duty and the shadows that promise both ruin and salvation.

-This story is a literary adaptation of an original screenplay written by me; it preserves its cinematic essence while reshaping it into a format more suitable for reading.- He was a prince. A feared warrior - a man who loved with the same ferocity with which he fought. When war took his bride from him, Vlad of Wallachia cursed God and himself, shattering the altar upon which he had sworn eternal love. Then he chose death... or so he believed. Centuries later, time itself opens like a wound. Vlad awakens in the crypt of his castle, beside the remains of the woman he loved - and the child who never drew breath. Only blood seems able to fill the void that loss has carved within him. And yet, in a place and an age no longer his own, a scent calls to him. A face. A soul he cannot forget. For Vlad, not even eternity is long enough to forget her. And tell me... would you follow him into the dark?

Is it true love-or fate-when a beautiful woman bewitches the elusive Druon heir and secures her place in the family?

He watches her from the dark, ruthless, calculative, and utterly unhinged. A stalker. A killer. A man with a past soaked in blood and a future painted with her name.