Gothicfantasy Stories

Fire and Frost || A Kim Taehyung FF || Previously known as Crimson Thrones She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to halt the carnage. A union between Princess Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, a ruthless king. Yet beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs. A curse born of love, betrayal, and death. As their hearts learn to bleed for one another, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them.

Falling in love with a dark god, the most dangerous man in existence - feared, ancient and isolated... can be dangerous. He will seduce and protect, and descend into the darkest depths of Hell... for Her. Katherine(Goddess of Balance): I will always remember the first time I saw him. More myth than man. Impossible to ignore, and even harder to forget. I felt his gaze burn through me, like there was no one else in the room. He was one of the most devastatingly attractive men I've ever seen. Xander(The Darkness): She called my soul black, a statement I find deeply endearing. She also said she'd worship me on her knees, in front of the entire council no less. That nearly undid me. I'd give anything to be that close to her. I finally let myself see her for the first time in years, and I was constantly tethering at the edge of control. God only knows how much I want that woman.

You weren't taken in chains. You were invited-and that's how you know this is worse. The Aethernox Order doesn't summon what it can't control... but the moment you step into their circle, their magic recoils. Their wards can't pierce you. Their minds can't enter yours. And the ancient lattice beneath their world-older than law, older than mercy-responds to you like hunger. To contain you, they assign the only one the Order both fears and obeys: The Crownless. Stripped of title. Forbidden to bond. Forbidden to feed. Forbidden to want. They are commanded to evaluate you, restrain you, and keep you alive. But proximity becomes its own ritual. Silence becomes intimate. And the forbidden pull between you starts to feel less like temptation and more like fate-because the lattice doesn't care about rules... and it doesn't ask permission. As the Order closes in with secrets, conspiracies, and intentions that aren't remotely benevolent, one truth becomes unavoidable: You aren't a mistake. You're a key. And the Crownless is running out of restraint. This is a dark, romantic, mystery-driven reader novella with intoxicating tension-PG-13+ (no explicit scenes), heavy on intrigue, desire, power dynamics, and forbidden magic.

For millennia, the Celestial Court ruled with perfect, stifling order. But when a strange "Silent Rain" begins to bleach the world of color, sound, and memory, the gods discover an enemy they cannot fight. Jian, the weary Jade Emperor, watches as prayers fall silent and villages turn to serene, grey stone. The invader is Hades, a god of a foreign pantheon, who offers not destruction, but a chilling gift: an end to all strife, all pain, all noise-an eternal, peaceful oblivion. As divine armies shatter against this uncanny foe and heaven's own court fractures with fear and treachery, Jian realizes the old ways are doomed. To save a world worth saving, he must become what he once despised. He will forge an alliance of the unfit. A mortal cartographer who maps despair. A bound trickster spirit who trades in chaos. A besieged king of the dead. The wretched, hungry ghosts of the underworld. With these unlikely allies, Jian must wage a war not of force, but of memory, of noise, of fragile, stubborn life. He will bargain with nightmares, wield time as a weapon, and sacrifice his own purity to outmaneuver an enemy whose ultimate goal is to make the universe forget it ever existed. The Cracking of Heaven is a breathtaking epic of cosmic diplomacy and intimate sacrifice, where the fate of all things hinges not on a hero's blade, but on a gardener's patience, a cartographer's insight, and the defiant, beautiful noise of a single, off-key song.

*****A gothic Wednesday AU***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on silence. Pressed uniforms. Polished stone. Perfect control. And something ancient buried far beneath its halls. When a student collapses mid-class with glowing sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists the situation is contained. The students don't believe them. Thorn Rosales, a half-vampire psychic known for trouble, hears the disturbance before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by the Hyde and his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols appearing across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Together, they uncover a truth Reichenbach has spent centuries burying. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and forbidden connection. Where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing.

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Death was not born. He was made. When a grieving boy accepts an offer from a stranger in the dark, he trades his future for vengeance and wakes to eternity. Cursed with immortality and charged with taking lives, he becomes Death itself, wandering centuries with no memory of who he once was, only one unbreakable rule: he must never remember his name. Then he meets Clara. Clara is mortal, fragile, and already dying. Drawn to Death by forces neither of them fully understand, she begins to uncover the truth behind his past, chasing fragments of the boy he used to be. But love was never part of the bargain, and some truths were buried for a reason. As Clara's time runs out, Death is forced to choose between eternal existence and a single, devastating moment of humanity. Because remembering who he was will end the curse... and end him. A gothic tale of love, memory, and the cost of immortality, Death's Mortal is a tragic fantasy about what it means to live, what it means to die, and the unbearable beauty of choosing both.

In the cursed region of Evia, where forests bleed and villages pray to gods that never answer, there lies a town forever marked by tragedy: Vaneka. For generations, supernatural creatures -lunar vampires, mud witches, werewolves, and ancient horrors- have ravaged its fields, consumed its prayers, and drained its history of hope. But now, someone walks among the bones. A woman. A hunter. A curse made flesh. Damira Jerovic, also called Damara, Damar, Damaris, Damra... She is Vaneka's final answer. Skin pale as porcelain. Eyes red as cursed embers. Hair as black as a falling shadow. And a rifle loaded with redemption. They call her the Vampireya, but she is neither saint nor monster- Damira is the blade that cuts the impossible. Surrounded by a forest teeming with enemies -the Malkian, the cosmic entity Zoryax, and the obsessive werewolf Valmor Luarcão- and a village that fears her more than it fears its own executioners, Damira becomes myth, weapon, and ruin. This book contains elegies, poetic visions, dark tales, and the testament of a woman who does not fight for glory... but because no one else will. A gothic horror story of cursed love, impossible redemption, and obsessions that leave no survivors. A cross soaked in blood. A scream Vaneka never dared to voice.

In the shadowed halls of Noctis Manor, secrets whisper louder than the wind. Lady Malventra Noctis, a cunning and enigmatic matriarch, rules her domain with elegance and an iron will. To her, every encounter is a game of power, every word a tool of manipulation. When Marcus, a spirited and sharp-witted youth, stumbles into her orbit, he's drawn into a world of deception, danger, and allure he never imagined. Guided by Lady Malventra's wicked wisdom, Marcus learns the art of persuasion, the weight of ambition, and the dark cost of truth. But as the line between mentor and master blurs, he must ask himself: Is he becoming the architect of his destiny, or merely a pawn in hers? With each revelation pulling him deeper into a web of lies, Marcus discovers that beneath the velvet veil lies a world as beautiful as it is deadly... and not everyone escapes unscathed. "Beneath the Velvet Veil" is a tale of gothic intrigue, manipulation, and the seductive pull of power-a story where elegance masks treachery, and every shadow hides a secret.

This is a story of light and darkness, sun and moon. They say true love never fades... but sometimes it is the person you love who fades away. Sometimes love endures, but at the cost of your life. Tales of true love do not always have happy endings. You will find stories steeped in trauma, sadness, and torture-all in the name of "true love." And after enduring all that pain, the heavens still could not bless it. They separated the lovers. Why such cruelty? Perhaps their love, purer than heaven itself, was something the gods could not bear. So, they killed the light. And without it, the darkness lost all purpose. In his despair, the darkness spread further than ever before. Enraged, he was ready to tear the sky apart, but his powers were sealed. So, he took his own life to join his light. This final act was a sin against the gods, leaving a terrible curse upon the world. This is where our tale begins. But what if fate offered another chance? What if the Gods themselves granted a new life? Born again in the same bodies, with the same names, but in another universe... He is still the darkness, the cursed child who inherited its power. She is still the beauty,a fragile, delicate angel who shines as the light, yet holds no power. Will history repeat itself? Or will their story be written differently this time? Welcome to His Curse, My Ruin, featuring Rosella Maren and Lucien Draeger. This is a complex fantasy woven with dark romance. Please note this is an ongoing work, and I am continually editing and polishing chapters with the aid of proofreading tools. For the most refined experience, you may wish to read once it bears the "Complete" badge. I write with my heart and edit with love. As English is not my first language, I welcome your kind support and genuine feedback in the comments-it is my most valuable resource. Thank you for giving my first work a chance. Highest Ranks Achieved 🥇🥈🥉🏅 🥇#1 Gothic Fantasy 🥇#1 Demon Vs Angels ---

Beyond the Iron Gates is a gothic medieval romance set in a kingdom where love is considered a liability and freedom a threat. A princess raised behind walls meant to "protect" her begins to question the truth of her confinement when she forms a forbidden bond with a knight sworn to obey the very laws that cage her. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, the castle becomes a place of quiet rebellion, betrayal, and inevitable loss. This is a slow-burn story about longing, restraint, and the cost of choosing love in a world that survives on obedience.

In a world where blood and magic defines worth, Ossian Selwyn, a Pureblood Squib, is given an impossible gift: a wand carved from bone that lets him wield the very power he was denied. As he enters Hogwarts under false pretenses, Ossian must hide his secret, find allies, and confront the many inequalities of the Wizarding World. OR How many Squibs using counterfeit magic does it take to upend the entire political and metaphysical system of the Wizarding World?

In a world where the supernatural secretly thrives, a devastating accident leaves four teenaged girls orphaned and alone. Their only inheritance: a cryptic will and a sprawling, ancient manor steeped in untold mysteries. But this isn't just any manor; it comes with a retinue of unnervingly handsome, non-human butlers, each guarding secrets as old as the Manor itself thay remain hidden beyound the walls. As the new heirs navigate their bewildering new reality and lifestyles, where love blossoms as one of them finds herself drawn to a specific butler-a vampire whose very existence promises a forbidden love. Can their secret romance blossom amidst dangerous unknowns that lurks in shadows, and will they uncover the manor's most darkest truths before it's too late?

Lyra Virelle thought she was just another ordinary girl-on the cusp of university, about to leave behind the quiet town of Eldermere and its familiar faces. But one fateful night, everything changes. Drawn into a world she never knew existed, Lyra finds herself thrust into the hidden, magical realm of Ardents-a place where nothing is as it seems. ••• Noxmoor Academy, a place where magic is not just taught-it's lived. Divided by the ancient powers of Fire, Water, Air, and Earth, the students of Noxmoor are trained to master their elemental abilities. But Lyra's arrival stirs something far deeper than the natural forces of the elements. What if she is more than just a student here? What if the answers to her past and the future of magic lie in the secrets of Noxmoor itself? What will happen when she unlocks her true powers and faces the dangers lurking within the academy's walls?

In a forgotten mansion, a creature waits. Neither fae nor vampire, she exists in the space where curses are born. One touch binds you. One kiss rewrites you. The fae courts are watching, and love is the one crime they will not forgive. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This story is intended for mature audiences only. The Fae Bite contains dark fantasy and mature themes, including but not limited to: Explicit sexual themes and erotic content Sexual tension and slow-burn intimacy Power imbalance and possessive dynamics Blood, biting, vampirism, and supernatural feeding Implied sexual violence and non-consensual elements Captivity, restraints, and imprisonment Psychological manipulation and emotional distress Memory loss, identity erosion, and altered consciousness Trauma, fear, and intense emotional conflict Dark magic, fae courts, and supernatural violence

They say the gods abandoned us. Maybe they were right to. Centuries ago, humanity betrayed the divine. In their hunger for immortality, they consumed the blood of a forbidden corpse-Xal'therion-and in doing so, became monsters. The gods vanished. The world fell. Now, broken cities and flickering magic shields are all that protect the remnants of mankind from the creatures they once became-the Xal'thir. I was one of them. I hide behind a human name, serving drinks, feigning weakness, starving slowly. But I am no hero. I kill to live, and I live in shadows. That is, until he found me. Dorian, the Executioner-silent, cold, relentless. He hunts my kind with blade and shadow, and now he hunts me. But I won't die quietly. Not yet. As war stirs and old powers awaken, the line between gods, monsters, and men begins to blur. And in a world where everyone is pretending-who's really fallen?

In a world ruled by ancient witch families, bloodlines are law - and power is inherited, controlled, and closely watched. When seventeen-year-old Ilyra Valecrest is summoned to Blackthorne Academy, she knows only one thing for certain: her bloodline was erased for a reason. Raised beyond the reach of the Crown, she arrives uncrested, unclaimed, and already under suspicion. Blackthorne is no ordinary academy. It is a place where royal heirs are shaped into rulers, where magic is disciplined into obedience, and where every mistake is recorded. As Ilyra undergoes bloodline evaluations and brutal scrutiny from both faculty and students, it becomes clear that her magic does not behave like theirs. It listens. It answers. And it refuses to be contained. Among the heirs watching her closely is a Nightvale boy bound by restraint and shadow - a presence as dangerous as it is controlled. Their connection is unspoken but undeniable, stirring something old beneath the Veil that protects the academy and the realm itself. As rivalries ignite, alliances fracture, and the Crown tightens its grip, Ilyra must decide whether survival means submission - or if claiming her inheritance will unravel the very system built to erase her. Because some bloodlines were not lost. They were buried. And awakening them comes at a cost.

Mereana never meant to board the train. Yet when its whistle called in the middle of the night, she found herself stepping into a carriage that should not exist-a train that runs between the living and the dead. Inside, time folds in strange ways. Passengers sit in silence, clutching secrets of their own. Through the windows, she glimpses not landscapes, but fragments of memory, grief, and warning. Each stop draws her deeper into the heart of a mystery that has waited for her all along. At its center sits her grandmother-not as Mereana remembers, but as the keeper of a bargain struck generations ago. Now the rope of her whakapapa frays, and Mereana must decide whether to carry the burden of her people or let it snap forever. Haunting, dreamlike, and rooted in ancestral duty, The Last Train to Arahura is a story of whānau, memory, and the choices that bind us across lifetimes. It asks one question: What would you do if the train of the dead chose you?

A weary prisoner caught between an angel's mercy and a demon's defiance learns that even whispers can decide the fate of a soul.