Historias de Gothichorror

An old house. A dead grandmother. And a bloodline buried in secrets. When 19-year-old Annalise McGrath inherits a crumbling estate in a ghost-riddled Welsh town, she thinks it's her fresh start. But the walls are whispering, the past won't stay buried, and something in the house already knows her name. Welcome to the Cormac legacy. It's not just haunted- It's hers.

It's 1896, Evelyn has been surviving in Hell's Kitchen, barely, when a strange offer arrives for a position at an estate buried deep in the Appalachians. Now she must travel beyond the last logging towns in the county, to a house that stands alone amongst the trees. Some say it's older than the railway, older, perhaps, than the country that claims it. But the forest remembers. Maybe the house does, too.

Appearances..? aren't they deceptive, people often aren't what they really show and they don't really show what they actually are..... Someone , somewhere has kept their mind and eyes on every move of yours......... They have planned to deceive you, you won't even know who is it YOUR WATCHER, be aware that you are being watched........... he is there watching you....................

Snow falls over a quiet town where nothing ever changes. Except Jasper keeps remembering things that haven't happened yet. A boy he has never met appears at the edges of his world in reflections, in the corner of his vision, in moments that feel stitched together wrong. The déjà vu isn't fading. It's growing. And it's leading him back to the hill his father once took him to, where something was left behind, and the past refuses to stay buried.

Victor Frankenstein x Oc "Still Alive..... Killing time at the cemetery...."

Some things were never meant to be whole. Deep within the soot-stained walls of the Addams estate, a silent sentinel has kept watch for generations. He is a servant, a friend, and a mystery stitched in silver. But the past has a long reach, and some debts are collected in bone and shadow. Miles away, a cold clinical eye has turned toward the fog-shrouded valley. They call it a "Specimen." They think they can contain the ancient tide. They are wrong. When a violet light tears the horizon asunder, two worlds-one of corporate greed and one of macabre elegance-will collide. A rhythmic pull is screaming through the marrow of the mansion. The silence is over. The harvest has begun. And in the house of Addams, even the reflections have teeth.

He was born a gentleman. He became a scoundrel. And now, he's bound by a curse. After the death of his infant son, Dorian Vale is willing to do anything to save his grieving wife and rewrite destiny. His desperation awakens a dark power older than the mortal world... one that offers help at a terrible price. To protect the people he's already failed, Dorian will make the one bargain he can never take back. A bargain that will deliver him straight into the shadows... and eventually into the path of a girl named Lenora.

For all the stars that smile without ever shimmering. To the cowering, and to the lingering screams of the voiceless. Always.

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.

Grief didn't break Quinn Morrow. It opened a door she was never meant to walk through. After her mother's death, a letter from a grandmother she never knew pulls Quinn out of the human world she thought she belonged to-and into Mirran, a hidden society of witches, Highblood nobles, and monsters born from a war that was never truly ended. Quinn believed she was human. She's not. She is Dhamphyr-half human, half vampire-and her blood is rare, powerful, and dangerously tied to the magic holding Mirran together. As Draugr-undead soldiers bound by ancient blood magic-begin to move with intelligence and intent, sacred wards start to fail, and the truth becomes impossible to ignore: Mirran doesn't see Quinn as a person. It sees her as a solution. Hunted by systems that want to use her, protected by allies who know the cost of survival, Quinn is trained by a warrior who keeps his distance like it's armor, guided by a witch who still believes in gentler futures, and watched by an immortal enemy who remembers every lie Mirran buried. And somewhere between fear, blood, and quiet moments she never planned for, Quinn begins to want something that makes her hesitate. Because the most dangerous choices aren't made in battle. They're made when you let yourself care.

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When legendary vampire hunter Vincent is killed and secretly resurrected as the very thing he once hunted, he awakens in a burning church to find the dead rising and the living turning on one another. Gifted with a rare power that could shatter the vampire hierarchy, Vincent must choose between suppressing the hunger clawing at his mind-or embracing it to survive. As the Church tightens its grip and something darker stirs in the shadows, he must decide: is he still a hunter... or the beginning of something far worse?

This Story Is Written By Me, And, Edited, And, More Detailed By ChatGPT All Characters I Made, And, Were Detailed By ChatGPT The Character Art Was Made By Bing AI In 1914 Romania, a picturesque landscapes an undercurrent of ancient magic and hidden danger. Vampires had adapted to live among humans, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, ever fearful of exposure that could lead to their extermination. The rolling hills are dotted with quaint villages where folklore whispers mermaids luring souls into dark waters and mystical creatures watching from the misty forests. Amidst this tapestry of intrigue, a forbidden romance blossoms between a relistent human girl named Marianna and her enigmatic vampire protector, Cade. As they navigate societal expectations, lurking threats from rival vampire factions emerge -- hungry for power and eager to claim Marianna's life against Cade's allegiance. With each stolen moment together beneath the moonlit skies, their bond deepens; yet peril looms closer than either can fathom. Will love be strong enough to shield them against fate's cruel designs in this world where trust is scarce but desire burns bright?

You were warned from a young age about the fair folk from your father, and that you should never make a deal with one-- no matter how dire your circumstances. But through a series of tragedies, you desperately made a deal with the fairy king himself for a second chance. On the fourth anniversary of the deal, he had come to collect his debt from you. In another moment of desperation, you once more made a plea with him for your freedom. The condition was that if you win his trials, you were free to leave but if you failed, you must stay in the fairy realm and wed him. With only your determination and skills, you must fight through each trial more treacherous than the last or be forever trapped. (Sequel to 'The Game').

❛❛ The bells of Poveglia rang not from towers, but from the depths of a saltwater grave. You watched as the walls of the asylum breathed with the pulse of those long forgotten by God. Holiness had once been a promise of salvation, but here, it was revealed as just another kind of hunger . . . ❜❜ A chance meeting in a Venetian museum leads an architect and a photographer into the heart of a maritime nightmare. They journey to the forbidden island of Poveglia, where the soil is enriched by ash and the corridors reverberate with the screams of the past. As the boundaries between memory and madness dissolve, they discover that some sins refuse to stay buried beneath the lagoon. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

Genre: Gothic Fantasy / Dark Romance / Psychological Horror Themes: Obsession, Sacrificial Magic, The Beauty of Decay. Elara is a Weaver-a woman born with the cursed ability to mend anything she touches, but at the cost of her own life force. Her village sends her to The Hollow, a castle suspended in eternal twilight, to bargain with Lord Valerius. Valerius is not a man; he is a vessel for the Void. He is immortal, bored, and starving for something real. He does not want Elara to mend his crumbling castle. He wants her to try and mend him. The deal is struck: She must stay for one cycle of the moon. If she can make his dead heart beat once, she goes free. If she fails, she becomes part of the garden of statues that line his halls.

Carl Grimes X Fem!OC × BellaDonna Dixon was Gone. Well, that's what Daryl told himself, not wanting to accept the fact that his daughter was dead. × In which two teens can't stay away from one another, no matter their cries of hatred for each other, or their clashing of teeth. TWD Season 5-8 © All Rights Reserved

Synopsis - The Day Love Was Loud Valentine's Day begins like any other: couples celebrating, singles wishing, and Verity, a young Black woman of faith, quietly observing it all. What seems ordinary quickly unravels. From church sermons twisted into personal instruction, to childhood friends who appear changed and unsettling, to strangers leaving cryptic signs at her doorstep, the day grows heavier with expectation and hidden threat. Attention becomes obsession. Gifts feel like demands. Even love-so carefully preached and performed-carries a weight that Verity cannot ignore. In one relentless day, Verity must navigate a city where appearances deceive, affection comes with strings, and the world's idea of love is louder, darker, and more dangerous than she could have imagined.

Elodie Argent knows how to lure monsters. In a city of crumbling stone and silvered moonlight, she hunts the creatures that hide in human skin - and survives their bite when no one else can. Then she meets a man who doesn't run from the darkness in her. As bodies fall and the full moon rises, Elodie finds herself drawn to someone who feels dangerously safe... in a world where love lead to death. Some monsters stalk the night. Some walk right beside you.

What does it mean to be haunted? Long before the wood and stone began to crumble and crack, nothing sane or reasonable festered in the years the House stood empty. Holding whatever darkness and secrets within the walls of limestone and brick. No one, alive or dead, can truly prove to exist under the extreme conditions of the reality we have created or believe in. That I know to be true beyond belief, more than I could ever understand within the dream-like halls that rotted around me. Before you or I began to see where time left nothing spared, unchanged, or unchallenged. Amongst the places where mirrors are broken, doors are slammed shut, and brick walls hide where secrets and silence mix within the darkness that only I must traverse now. You are now complicit, dear reader, in the uncovering of what is within these pages of my experiences within the Crain House. And whatever walked there did not walk alone, sanely knowing there is truth behind madness and lies.