Gothichorror Stories

In which a place taken in 1922, Eliza Kalinin, the rebellious postulant yet with higher faith was sent to a Basilica-Castle of Divulged Blood in a mission to gain knowledges on Royal Empire of Ruskyiev's Orthodoxy in pursuit to turn his home, Chapel of Our Lady of Fatima into an education institution. However deep down she may not realize, the holiest place in the Slavic Land she's in shall have strange things occuring... originally written by: Pannochka Domski editor : Norah Juniper

Ever wanted to read a horror story or book but it's just too many pages? Will this story show all the short horror stories that you probably miss when they pass by? So go ahead and get you a long ass blanket, some snacks (Peanut butter cups peanuts, a bag of popcorn, and a bag of Ruffles cheddar and sour cream), and drinks (Fanta bottles, Coke (stop thinking of white Coke), Pepsi, and a beer to make you get in that mood!

Interview With The Vampire.

You always return to the building. You just don't remember yet.

She left flowers at every grave. But they were all hers. In the quiet town of Elmsmoor, where secrets drift like fog and grief clings to the walls, a girl in white moves among the mourners. No one knows her name. No one remembers when she arrived. Yet her presence is always the same-soft footsteps, gloved hands, and a single petal placed gently on the newest grave. Some say she's a ghost. Others, a blessing. But the dead are growing in number. And the petals never seem to wilt. When a stranger arrives, drawn to the sorrow that hangs in the air, he begins to wonder: Is she the one grieving the dead? Or is she the reason they're gone? One thing is certain- In Elmsmoor, love blooms in silence. And not all flowers are left in mourning.

The trees whisper, secrets drifting through the air. Birdsong entices all who draws near. Within the forest, stories are told. Princesses rewriting their destinies, starlets mingling with faerie folk, ghosts haunting abbeys, or even a chilling mystery waiting to be solved. In this collection, indulge in fictional realms spanning from fantasy to horror and everything in between, listening to the whispers of the woods.

A saga of gods, mortals, and the war against the End. When the old gods fade and new ones fracture, darkness finds its chance. Across forgotten villages and cursed lands, fractured faiths awaken-Slavic deities, Gods, angels, saints, witches, monks and hunters-each clinging to crumbling power as the Devil moves unseen. From broken forests to holy empires, scattered souls rise to resist the coming storm. Bound by fate, divided by belief, they must decide what to protect: their gods, their people... or something greater. Because in the end, when heaven falls and hell awakens- Only the last faith will stand.

The box of old letters that your grandmother left leads you to a small town of Elysian Parish. The town keeps its secrets, and now you're in the middle of it all.

Catherine Earnshaw is dead. But love like hers does not rest quietly. When you wake on the moor after her death, you realize you are not her ghost, but what remains when obsession refuses to die. Drawn back to Wuthering Heights, you are summoned by Heathcliff's grief and mistaken for the woman he loved and ruined himself for. A gothic ghost story inspired by Wuthering Heights, where love endures not as comfort, but as a curse.

Copyright © 2025 BY FIRA New Town New Turns New Love New Family And in this mist of chaos is a girl trying to find life. (This book is unedited, just a first draft. ) Expected names for the next two books... Book 2: A Deceptive Fall Book 3: A Twisted End

Hello and welcome to the dimly lit corner of my decaying world. I'm your lovely host, Belinda Ravenscough. As the title implies, this is the extraordinary story about my perfectly ordinary life of witchcraft and seances, burning effigies of my enemies and getting frisky in the morgue, sticking pins in voodoo dolls and flirting with Death, among many other morbid delights. I'll tell you all the gruesome details from agonizing birth to grizzly death.

Elara and Hunter Willson thought they were moving into a charming, fixer-upper house, ready to start a new life together. But deep in the neglected stone of the cellar, they find a door that changes everything: a heavy slab of gnarled wood, cross-hatched with rusty chains, and locked with an imposing seal. ​Curiosity and a taste for adventure-a perfect combination for a writer and an undercover cop-lead them to break the lock. The moment the gush of ice-cold wind hits them, the whispers begin. ​Behind the door lies a macabre scene: a room filled with porcelain dolls, seated around a dining table for a perpetual, sinister tea party. As objects in the house begin to move and the sounds of children laughing and screaming echo through the walls, Elara and Hunter realize they haven't just bought a house; they've broken a century-old seal. ​The dolls are not toys. They are vessels for an ancient evil, trapped long ago by another couple just like them. Now, this evil is awake, and its first move is to claim their minds, their souls, and then the world. ​The nightmare is loose, and the second sealing begins now.

A Demon King rules this Kingdom. At night, monstrous creatures roam, hunting every soul. There's nowhere to hide. No one can escape. Only the Cursed walks the dark, enchanted roads - the last hope for survival.

✧. ꒱ a stand-alone book ━━━━━ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 ⌘ ᵒᶰᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ (⸼𓍢✧𓈒⊹ֶָ֢ ) ✎ ┊❛❛ She remembered the labyrinth of secrets that had drawn her in, secrets she could not yet comprehend. He had carried the weight of guilt and forces older than memory, hiding behind a mask of piety. Together, they had faced a world that refused mercy, discovering that freedom and redemption existed only in the spaces between lives, identities, and worlds . . . ❜❜ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗔 : 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗔 : 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗔 Aysha and Matteo navigate a world where faith and deception collide, and the line between reality and fevered dreams dissolves. The Vatican experiments on belief itself, and the Crevice waits for those who are lost, cursed, or forgotten. In this collapsing reality, love and sacrifice may be the only paths to survival- and the only means to remember. (⸼𓍢✧𓈒⊹ֶָ֢ ) ᵒᶰᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ⌘ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 ━━━━━ 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

"He came to me like a requiem...soft, solemn, and meant for the dead." In the early winters of 1890s Wallachia, Ileana Văduva, the pale daughter of a ruined noble house, lives like a ghost among the living. Her white hair and moonlit eyes mark her as cursed a vrăjitoare, the villagers whisper and so she hides within the rotting halls of Văduva Estate, finding solace only among the tombs of her ancestors and the mist that never seems to lift.

In a universe born from the fluid duality of a primordial god, two cosmic brothers-Luxor, the Solar Deity, and Erebus, the Risen Shadow-are locked in an ontological war for the soul of creation.

In the tumultuous Fall of 1969, Aubrey Blackwood's carefully constructed future crumbles with a single phone call from the past. Fresh from nursing school with New York City beckoning, Aubrey's plans dissolve when her grandmother's desperate plea summons her back to Hollow Wind-the remote farmhouse where childhood innocence withered after her parents' tragic deaths. Banished to boarding school at twelve, Aubrey had locked away memories of the ancient estate with its whispering corridors and shifting shadows. Now, returning to care for her ailing grandfather, Aubrey finds more than familial obligation awaiting her. Her cousin Vanessa has vanished without trace, and questions about her disappearance are met with chilling silence. As twilight descends, the old house awakens-floorboards creak with phantom footsteps, voices echo through empty rooms, and something unseen watches from darkened corners. Night after night, she is held a prisoner of fear, from macabre visions to the nearly-fatal accidents that befall her-each one deepening her terror of the secrecy, the unknown, and the inexplicable hostility from her own family.. Beneath Hollow Wind's decaying grandeur lurks a malevolent secret, festering for generations. As Aubrey unravels the twisted threads of her family's past, she realizes the most terrifying truth of all-the darkness consuming Hollow Wind now hungers for her. Some family legacies are better left buried.

"esmeray, my love -" "you have forgotten me but yet in your time of need you wish me to take care of you? i have loved you since we were children and yet, i feel that my love for you has faded."

In the heart of the Deep South, where secrets rot beneath magnolia trees and whispers drift through cracked church windows, a curse has waited... patient, hungry, and bound in blood. When Ben's father dies, grief cracks open a door he didn't know existed-a door into a world of forgotten rituals, haunted legacies, and the book that holds it all: the Grimoire of Kaz. Ancient, powerful, and alive, it reveals a terrifying truth. Every firstborn male in Ben's family is marked... and time's runnin' out. Now, stalked by the Shadow People and guided by his no-nonsense grandmother, Bigmama, Bennie must confront the deal that doomed his bloodline-and the ancestor who couldn't finish what he started. The only way out... is through the dark. "They don't just come for you, child. They remember you. They remember your daddy. And they remember the deal y'all broke." - Bigmama

Love can heal, haunt... or merge you into something unrecognisable. Lucy ran away from everything - her abusive parents, her broken past, and the boy who once made her believe in angels. But Peter wasn't an angel. He was the devil she couldn't escape. When she finally tries to rebuild her life, a mysterious experimental project called Eden promises healing through "reflected memory therapy." What Lucy doesn't know is that she's being used - her mind the perfect vessel for a consciousness that should have died long ago. As trauma, love, and guilt intertwine, Lucy begins to see Peter in every mirror, every voice, every dream. And the deeper she falls into the project, the more she starts to question: Is Peter really gone... or has he found a way to live inside her? Their realities begin to merge, until one terrifying truth becomes clear: Reflection doesn't mean duplication. It means recognition. And some reflections don't want to let go. A chilling psychological romantic drama about trauma, identity, and the dangerous shape love can take when it refuses to die. "Sometimes, the person you're running from lives inside you."