Moderngothic Stories

Three centuries of silence. One woman's curiosity. A debt that could consume the world. Elara Vance is a journalist who specializes in uncovering secrets, but she wasn't prepared for Blackwood Manor. Hidden deep in the Illinois woods, the estate is a masterpiece of architectural impossibility-and home to Kaelen Blackwood, a man who hasn't aged a day since 1724. Kael is the "Heart" of the house, trapped by an ancient blood-debt signed by Elara's own ancestor. To the world, he is a myth. To the shadowy Ouroboros Group, he is a battery of eternal energy. But to Elara, he is a man drowning in a sea of time. As Elara peels back the layers of her family's dark legacy, she discovers she isn't just a visitor-she is the Architect, the only one with the power to rewrite the curse. But freedom has a price. To save the man she's falling for, Elara must dismantle a global conspiracy and face a terrifying truth: In the game of immortality, someone always has to pay.

To save his family, he became the very thing they should fear." Lawrence Talbot was a man of blueprints and bedtime stories, a devoted father who believed the world was a safe place. But during a quiet family trip, the shadows in the woods moved. To save his daughter from a nightmare, Lawrence fought a beast with his bare hands-and won. But victory came with a price written in blood. Now, Lawrence is changing. His senses are screaming, his pulse is a war drum, and the full moon is rising. Fearing he will turn his home into a slaughterhouse, Lawrence flees into the night, only to be hunted down by the ruthless Seward Initiative. In a cold, high-tech cell, he is offered a choice by a Council of legends: remain a caged animal, or join the Chronicles to protect other families from the dark. He'll do whatever it takes to get back to his wife and child-even if he has to let the wolf out to do it.

This is a short story I wrote based on The Way Up to Heaven by Roald Dahl, it is from the point of view of Mr. Foster and both stories can exist at the same time in the same universe- only one flaw/incoherence : Mrs' Foster's bedroom is in his story in the 2nd floor, in mine in the 3rd (because of an implied reference) It is written, but flawed, I hope I will get to rework on it (won't happen) so as to polish my phrases, my syntax, my dreadful spelling (spelling mistakes will be present I am sure) and coma placement... The rhythm of the language is not what i sought but oh well.. I'll be perpetually dissatisfied.. If you have any questions feel free to ask (such as why I chose and threaded certain words (most of them have been chosen for implicit meaning such as the thistle-color as the thistle flower was used to spoil milk and make cheese (at least by my fam) or why certain references or what i meant by certain phrases idkk..) btw - if you're interested in the analysis of his style feel free to ask, i got a 27 page version and a 6 page version of an analysis of his style (i tried to make my writing a bit more academical even though it was a struggle) and i take quotes and snips from about 22 of his short stories. Hope you have fun reading

I write weird stories. Usually in the second person. This one is about being invited to a Yacht party.

Murderer? Schizophrenic? Real woman? Who will you trust...?

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

Day 22 - A Story In Which Someone is Bought Back from the Dead

Cassia Vale doesn't believe in ghosts-only secrets that rot in silence. When her sister vanishes from Grimswell University under mysterious circumstances, Cassia transfers in under false pretenses, armed only with a stolen journal and a name whispered behind locked doors: The Vespertine Circle. Grimswell is no ordinary school. Its halls are lined with centuries of occult tradition, and its professors guard their knowledge like weapons. As Cassia digs deeper into her sister's disappearance, she uncovers a conspiracy older than the university itself-one bound by ritual, sacrifice, and power. The deeper she goes, the more Cassia realizes she's not here to solve a mystery. She's here to finish what her sister started. Even if it means becoming the monster this place tried to erase. Dark academia meets supernatural horror in a slow-burn descent into power, privilege, and the cost of truth.

~"Haunted by decisions she can't take back, she follows a trail of memory as weapon and atrocity. Amid a world shrouded by secrets and the sin of silence, she must decide if her will can withstand that darkness she once fled. But the further she follows her shadow, the closer she comes to discovering a truth that can devour her world"~

In a world of glass towers and digital empires, vengeance has a new name: Heathcliff. ​Twenty years after being cast out into the mud and the storm, a mysterious predator returns to dismantle the Linton dynasty. Through a cold financial crash, he orchestrates the ruin of the man who stole his light. But as the markets crumble and the past resurfaces, Heathcliff discovers that some ghosts cannot be liquidated. ​A modern, haunting retelling of Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights.

It is a little boy who has caught the Devil's attention. He's covered in cuts and bruises, lashes and gashes. Mephisto cannot fathom how this wretched creature could even interest a dog, let alone his fiery Master. "It is the artists' souls that taste the sweetest." A short, modern Gothic Romance.

Childhood friends. Dangerous love. Secrets that refuse to stay buried. When Catherine returns to Wuthering Heights after seven years, Heathcliff is no longer the boy she knew-he is a storm waiting to destroy or consume her. Forbidden love, obsession, and revenge collide in a story that will haunt your heart. How far would you go for the one who owns your soul?

Ancient magic meets modern mystery in the heart of a city where shadows hold secrets... Corvus Blackwood isn't your typical rare books conservator. As the last of an ancient magical lineage, he guards more than just the timeworn texts in Maxwell Library's restricted section. By day, he preserves precious knowledge. By night, he transforms into a crow, protecting the boundaries between our world and the realm of spirits. When graduate student Ash Sullivan walks into the library seeking an obscure book on protection rituals, Corvus recognizes something extraordinary-in Ash's notebook is a perfect drawing of a Blackwood ward, a powerful sigil that shouldn't exist outside his family's grimoire. Even more impossibly, Ash claims he saw it in a dream. As dark forces stir in the city, displacing ancient spirits and corrupting magical foundations, Corvus must confront the possibility that Ash's appearance is more than coincidence. The Dusk Hunters, who once nearly destroyed his family, have returned with a devastating new weapon, and they seem unusually interested in the unassuming graduate student. With wraiths prowling the streets and his family's enemies closing in, Corvus must decide: can he trust Ash with the truth of their mysterious connection? And what does it mean when the magic in Corvus's blood seems to recognize something ancient and powerful hidden within Ash? MURDER OF ONE is a contemporary urban fantasy where family legacy meets forbidden romance, and ancient magic haunts modern streets.

In 1849, Anne Brontë died a devout and innocent virgin. Three days later, she rose from the dead. Now from the jagged wilderness of the Blue Ridge Mountains, to a glittering lair deep beneath the Biltmore Estate, a lonely Nightwalker fights her eternal hunger as she strives for salvation amidst temptation and blood. Gea Haff weaves Brontë biography through this modern gothic tale in Book One of the Brontë Blood Chronicles. For mysterious reasons, Asheville Paramedic Anne Bell never lays down ties and only works the night shift. Deputy Santos knows she's not normal. The new ER doc watches her like a wolf. And the handsome Professor Hardcastle, a Brontë scholar, is on the verge of discovering her true identity. Then just as love blooms in Anne's bloody world, her long-lost sister Emily suddenly arrives, resurrecting memories and bringing her own feral brand of violence to this snow-draped mountain town. Anne's going to need all the help she can get. A vicious Alpha predator circles nearby, feasting on the innocent, and he won't stop until securing his greatest prize: Anne Brontë, Nightwalker.

One wrong click. One sold soul. One girl who never meant to buy him. June Reyes was just browsing. A coding student. Quiet. Anxious. Alone. Until a late-night slip on the dark web deducted ₹13,40,000 from her account- and delivered a real, breathing man to her apartment floor. Cuffed. Tagged. Silent. Hers. She never meant to buy him. He never asked to be sold. But now they're stuck in the same apartment- a girl too scared to let him go, and a boy too broken to ask for freedom. In the silence between them, something fragile grows. Not trust.. Just survival. And maybe.... way more then that.

What makes a son loyal? What makes a brother dangerous? Inside the estate? A war is brewing. Three sons. One empire. And a father who taught them everything-except how to love each other. Secrets are currency. Blood is a tool. And legacy is a game none of them were ready to play. One was made to follow, the other made to lead-but neither escaped the cost of being born a Kaiser.

She sells serenity. He peddles rage. They're both lying. ***** Nepo-baby socialite Catherine Earnshaw (@HeatherOnThoseHills) and crypto-bro podcaster Heathcliff (@OutAndOuter) weren't always mortal enemies. Once upon a time, they were inseparable childhood friends, thick as thieves and loyal to no other. Years after a messy fallout in college (don't ask), Catherine and Heathcliff now just stalk each other's social media profiles, date celebrities in completely separate circles, and pretend like they don't miss each other. Forced to share a stage at a swanky brand trip, Catherine and Heathcliff must suddenly address their painful past and mutual obsession before their very private rivalry destroys their very public internet careers forever. Can these two soulmates be normal in front of a camera long enough to pull this off? No, of course not. They're ridiculous people. ★ An entry or the #wutheringheightsmovie Reimagined Contest

The Ashgrove Chronicles Book 1) (COMPLTED)Seventeen-year-old Ava Maren can't sleep. Every night, she watches the town fall silent - and every night, the shadows seem to move closer. When classmates begin vanishing and fragments of memory surface about her father's disappearance, Ava realizes something impossible: There's a world that wakes when everyone else is asleep. And it knows her name. Ashgrove is a quiet town - the kind where nothing bad ever happens until it does. After midnight, everything changes. The air hums. The lights flicker. The fog whispers. And the people who walk home late... sometimes don't make it there.