Hauntingbeauty Stories

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."

Short story.

To understand life, one must first tangle with death. It is not a single vast unknown, but the accumulation of being. Death can be a warm, soft blanket in the storm--a familiarity, a friend-close enough to comfort, yet distant enough to let you breathe.

A vignette about running away and seeking shelter in unknown but familiar places

Delphine Peirce is the ideal woman. She is beautiful, respectable, and keeps to the shadows of her husband. For the society she is living in, she is perfect. A pure, perfect little angel. But Delphine yearns for something more. For freedom that lies beyond on her husbands command. She doesn't want to sit still and obey every command at her. Delphine longs for revenge, for the bittersweet taste of evil. The question at hand, can the angel hold the knife?

Expansions untouched by time or familiarity-- a world where architecture expands endlessly, burying both memories and a purpose. The narrator stumbles through numerous boundless, otherworldly expanses, their sense of self unraveling with each step. With no clear destination and whispers of evil drawing near, he must navigate a fragile reality where beauty and dread collide. In Threshold, each moment teeters between fleeting solace and creeping terror, as the line between life and something beyond begins to merge.

the portrait

Maddalena is a gothic tale of love, hunger, and redemption. Maddalena, a vampire haunted by guilt after accidentally killing a child, isolates herself from the world and her humanity. Her lover, Ash, an embalmer who once saved her, tries desperately to help her survive without feeding. But when her estranged father-Count Dracula-returns, Maddalena is forced to confront her cursed bloodline and the monster within. Torn between love and darkness, she must choose whether to die with her guilt or rise with newfound power to change her fate.

She was perfection-too perfect, perhaps. He called her by many names, each one a reflection of the way he saw her, the way he needed her to be. Geneviève was not just a woman; she was a fever, a force, an obsession that blurred the line between love and madness. Through fragmented recollections and letters never meant to be read, a tale unfolds of longing, beauty, and the inescapable grip of desire. But beneath the poetry lies something darker-a question lingering between the lines, waiting to be answered. How much of love is real? And how much is only a dream we refuse to wake from? Please let me know what you think thus far (Chapters 1-3 available at this moment)

A woman roams the shadowed woods, consuming not flesh but emotions, memories, and desire. Her hunger is endless, driven by a yearning to fill the void within. *The Hunger That Knows No End* explores the fine line between longing and fulfillment, darkness and light.

🌙 It begins as a quiet night under a promised blood moon - just a woman, a glass of wine, and the silver-lit garden. But the moon is not content to be admired. She speaks. She remembers. She keeps secrets that span lifetimes - some that belong to the woman herself. As the conversation drifts between humor and reverence, past and present, the night folds into something stranger. The fireflies carry messages. Old memories stir. And behind a curtain, someone - or something - is watching. A lyrical fever-dream of memory, myth, and the thin line between beauty and unease.

Dive into the rawest corners of the human soul with Raw Flesh Beyond Bone. This poem walks you through grief, pain, and the haunting weight of loss, capturing the ache of a heart stretched beyond its limits. Every line bleeds emotion, every word carved from the marrow of experience. Feel the silence, the isolation, the quiet battle of survival in a world that keeps moving when you cannot. This is not a poem for comfort-it is a reflection of reality, a mirror to the soul, and a pulse to anyone who has ever carried invisible scars. Journey through the darkness and confront the raw flesh of your own emotions.

She spent six years longing for a child. Then her husband came home with a baby-his son with her best friend. The same best friend who just died in a mysterious accident. Now, she rocks the child to sleep. Smiles sweetly at her unraveling husband. And keeps one final secret locked deep inside. Because motherhood was always the dream. Even if it came at a price. She always wanted a son. Just not like this.

When Bibelle closes her eyes, another world awakens, Voices,Shadows,A black cat named Zeus... What if her dreams were more real than reality A sensory and mysterious journey through science, memory, and the unseen She thought she was dreaming. Until the dream began to remember her.

About the sweet siblings Lily and Lilac and their deadly love for the flowers inherited from thier late mother . The flawless Family, Lily and Lilac, their beauty and grace masking something far darker. Whispers follow in their wake, misfortune befalls those who stand in their way, yet no one dares to question it. Their father, Syrus, sees only innocence, his love a quiet shield against the truth. Shadows stretch where they shouldn't, the air hums with something unseen, and reality itself bends to their will. In a place that worships perfection, the most beautiful faces hide the deepest horrors.

"The Devil's Violinist" is a story of love, obsession, and the magic of music-where art and dark emotions collide to create unforgettable moments.

"I have accompanied Vanille for over 20 decades in a diversity of semblances in the rapture of entertaining myself with mundane affairs. And she remained a faithful devotee till the end." -The eternal lord of dark. Meet Vanilla Scorpio, the woman who will haunt your dreams. However sweet her name may sound, her essence is of death. If you love an archaic mystery that includes vintage manors and antique objects then perhaps you'd consider laying your eyes on this name. Not just any ancient beauty. She's Vanilla Scorpio. She loves crows and belladonna. Be safe with that drink in your hands. Who knows what's in there? #gothic-romance #ancient-horror #macabre #necromancer #bizarre #victorian #vintage #dark-magic #death #archaic #16th Century #european

NEW CHAPTERS EVERY MONDAY, WEDNESDAY & FRIDAY :) FOREWORD This story isn't about flowers. Or love. Well-both are in it. Just not in the way you'd expect. Jasmine can be beautiful, but suffocating. Love can be sweet, but also poisonous. And memories? They're the biggest illusion of all. Sometimes you think you remember what happened. But what if you only remember what someone wanted you to? When I came to this town, I was just a girl in platform shoes, smudged lipstick, and a clear plan: Clear out the house. Sign the papers. Leave. Instead, I found a garden that won't die. A villa that whispers in dreams. And someone I should've never met. Maybe he doesn't even exist. Maybe... I made him up. I don't know how much of what I'm about to tell you is real. But every word happened. Or is happening. Somewhere. Again and again. All it takes is one step into the flowers- And nothing is ever the same. - Lenka

"When the sky breaks apart and the flames rise again, you will know that fate has failed." A continent torn apart by darkness. Legends silenced. Heroes asleep. Yet beneath the ashes of a forgotten past, something stirs. Arlene is no hero. She is a survivor. Hunted by forces that seek to break or control her, haunted by truths no one dares to remember, she carries the memories of those she loved-and the fury of one who has lost everything. When the dragons fell, hope fell with them. Now, a single flame still burns.

Minutes of My Mind is a haunting, poetic novel that blends cinematic imagery with raw emotion. Through elegant, lyrical prose, it tells the story of a young woman whose flawless exterior hides the scars of love, silence, and survival. Roses, thorns, and shadows become metaphors of her struggle - a fragile balance between pain and grace.