histórias de Gothicthriller

In the dark town of Pietranera, truth is buried under lies and blood. Luce is determined to uncover the town's suffocating secrets, an investigation that brings her dangerously close to Corvo, a feared and lethal outcast. But Corvo hides a massive secret: he is actually the missing heir of the powerful D'Alto family. He lives in the shadows to hunt down the ruthless Sect responsible for the murder of his brother Valerio and his cousin Gaia. As Luce's search for the truth makes her a target for the Sect, Corvo must make an impossible choice: stay hidden to get his revenge, or step into the light to save the only woman he has ever loved. #thrillerpsicologico #goticomoderno #vendetta #societasegreta #mistero #darkthriller #romancegotico --- 🔥 NUOVO CAPITOLO OGNI GIOVEDÌ 🔥 (Segui la storia e attiva le notifiche per non perdere l'aggiornamento!) This is the official English translation of my Italian novel, "L'Ombra sul Campanile".

When Souls Weep in Orange Skies (A Glass Once Whole) The orange sky never fades-as if time rots on the same canvas. Beneath the shadow that lingers on her back, Elira grows up with dreams she never chose: dreams that claw at her heart, steal her breath, and whisper with voices not her own. In a place where mirrors refuse to reflect the truth, and trees keep secrets soaked in blood, a forgotten name pulses between a death delayed and a life forged in lies. A girl with the same face-almost-walks through time that forgets her... holding either a grudge, or a final hope. And when fate is no longer a line, but a web binding two souls under the curse of fallen angels, only one question remains: who is truly alive inside that body? ----- Disclaimer All characters, events, and settings in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Statement of Originality I, Vaneda Lyn, hereby declare that all ideas, plotlines, characters, and the fictional world in this work are original creations born from my own imagination and development. Throughout the writing process, I received assistance from ChatGPT (OpenAI) to refine the language style and enhance the narrative in its English version. However, the core story and its creative foundation remain entirely my own. Therefore, this work is not plagiarized in any form and remains my intellectual property as the author.

In the shadowy corridors of Ravens Hollow High, 17-year-old Ethan Voss crafts a dangerous obsession with Lily Mercer, the new girl whose light threatens his simmering darkness. What begins as calculated manipulation-gaslighting, sabotage, and cryptic threats-spirals into a sinister game as Ethan evolves from troubled teen to "The Crimson Phantom," a criminal prodigy leaving blood-soaked puzzles for Interpol across continents. But Lily, surviving his psychological warfare, refuses to be a victim: armed with fragmented evidence and an uneasy alliance with Ethan's guilt-ridden best friend Noah and jaded Detective Maria Reyes, she turns hunter, tracing his trail from Tokyo's neon underworld to Europe's elite crime syndicates. As Ethan's empire grows, so does his fixation on Lily, blurring love and vengeance-until their final showdown forces him to choose: destroy her to secure his legacy, or let her expose the broken boy beneath the monster. How far will obsession go when the line between savior and villain vanishes?

"You new in town?" The man at the till asked. "My sister's moving in a ways away from here. I'm just helping her move in before flying home." James had said. "How far?" "Bout... Two hours?" I said. "Pfft, the only place out that far is Allerdale." One boy said at a nearby booth. "Exactly. I spent the better part of three years renovating that place." I said, taking the bag with the Subs. "I give you two weeks." Another boy said. "Two weeks?" "Two weeks to live. You know the story, right?" The first boy asked. "I know the legend, yes." *** Kira Thompson, after heavy renovations and three years worth of work, is the proud new owner of Allerdale Hall, it's first in almost 120 years. Despite the rumors and legends that came from the old building, Kira doesn't believe in the ghosts that had supposedly helped Edith Cushing escape back in 1901. After all, who would belive something like that? But, as they say, there's no rest for the wicked... *** Crimson Peak is a movie by Guillermo Del Toro, all characters and concepts belong to him and such. I don't claim to have come up with the basis, but this story is mine, as are the characters NOT in said movie, including Kira Thompson. Cover not mine, media isn't mine unless I say otherwise. Feel free to comment, vote, and add to reading lists. (Also this is partially going to be written in first person. Going back to my roots lol. If it bugs you, I apologize)

The Archive is alive. And it remembers everything. ⸻ Title: Whispers of the Hollow Book 3 of The Hollow Archive Trilogy Genre Tags: Dark Academia | Supernatural Mystery | Paranormal Thriller | Memory Magic | Time Fractures | Found Family | Rebirth | Dreamcore The Archive is falling apart. Time has fractured into recursion. Dreams are replacing memory. And something inside the Hollow Archive has begun to stir-something ancient, sentient, and unfinished. Kaelen Kessler has always believed he was Elara Wynn's echo-until a ritual reveals the truth: he was never the copy. He was the original. And the world rewrote itself when Elara sacrificed everything to take his place. But Elara isn't dead. She's trapped in a memory loop inside the Archive. And the only way to save her... is to erase him. Calista Vale never asked for legacy, for ghost-sight, or for the bloodline that bound her to this dying Archive. But she's starting to see the bigger picture. The Hollow Society is evolving. The Archive is alive. And it's been writing them all into its final chapter. As time collapses and reality rewrites itself, Kaelen, Calista, and a resurrected Elara must choose: restore what was lost-or create something no one's ever seen before. Because in the end, memory isn't just magic. It's the only thing that decides who gets to survive. ⸻

Eleanor's curiosity leads her to a cursed mirror room where reflections twist into nightmares. Trapped with her darkest self, she faces a chilling truth: some mirrors don't just reflect-they consume. Reality shatters, and escape is impossible.

tale of forbidden love between two enigmatic predators, Alastor and Alastoria, as they navigate a world consumed by darkness and hunted by those who seek to tear them apart.

Bishop Elias Thorn preaches purity. His followers call him holy. The police call him something else - a killer. Detective Jonathan Hale doesn't believe in God, but when the murders begin to mirror scripture, he's forced to confront something darker than evil - blind faith. In a city where every prayer ends in blood, two men are about to learn that salvation always comes with a price. ---

In the beginning, the Devil didn't waste his time with fire and brimstone. No, that was too obvious, too theatrical. He knew humans were simple creatures, desperate for meaning, for rules, for something bigger than themselves to clutch in the dark. So he gave them a book. It was perfect: stories of hope, redemption, love, and eternal life, but laced with poison between the lines. The words would divide them. They would argue, kill, and enslave in its name, all the while believing they were holy. Each war, each persecution, each whispered judgment at the dinner table was another thread woven into his grand tapestry. The Devil smiled as churches rose higher than homes, as voices thundered from pulpits louder than the cries of the hungry. He saw nations kneel to kings who swore their crowns were kissed by God. He laughed as children were taught to fear eternal flames instead of questioning the hand that wrote them. The greatest irony? The people who clung to the book were convinced it was their shield against him. They called others "lost," never realizing they were the pawns, marching straight into his design. But there were some who saw through it. Those who noticed that love was used as a mask for hate, that "faith" was wielded as a weapon. These few were mocked, exiled, branded as heretics. Yet, quietly, they understood: the Devil didn't hide in shadows. He sat proudly on the altar, wearing a crown of scripture. And when the final revelation came, not of heaven or hell, but of the con itself, the faithful would wail. They would realize too late that they were never saved, only played. The Devil didn't need their souls. He only needed their belief. And he got it.