Gothichorror Stories

Victor Frankenstein x Oc "Still Alive..... Killing time at the cemetery.... Cover made by @star_keys

(A/N: this takes place in the current timeline and WarHammer 40k And Stargate belongs to there creators and not me, that's all) Science is as vast as space, filled with the unknown and wonders beyond our wildest dreams, but once taken to the extreme there is no going back. In the 41st Millennium a small group lead by a rough trader to explore a forgotten ruin facility that was said to belong to Basilio Fo before his decent into madness. Once there they will find a long long buried secret they he kept from the imperium, that will not only bring someone from humanity's early technological era but while also bring back a long dead Xeno race, what will happen when The Imperium of man meets the System Lords.

Before there was Starfall, there was Starblood. Long before the Academy became a legend whispered through generations, it was nothing more than an impossible dream built upon cursed earth. Founded in an age of endless bloodshed, Thornwick Starblood was created to unite the Twenty-Five Magical Orders... witches, wolves, vampires, heroes, villains, and powers long forgotten. Within its black stone walls, sworn enemies were commanded to study beneath the same roof, proving that peace could be stronger than prophecy. But peace has always demanded a price. Among the seven sons born to one of the oldest bloodlines in history, fate chose not one... but two. Twin brothers. One was destined to become the Academy's brightest hope. The other, its greatest nightmare. One was loved by the moon. The other answered to the night. As rival kingdoms sharpen their swords and the ancient war between wolves and vampires threatens to consume the continent, the twins find themselves standing on opposite sides of history. Every lesson within Thornwick is meant to bring unity, yet every heartbeat pushes them further apart. Their rivalry becomes more than family... it becomes a legend. Hero and villain. Savior and warrior. Two names that future generations will remember differently depending on who survives to tell the tale. Within halls still scented with fresh mortar and candle smoke, friendships bloom beside betrayal. Forbidden romances take root where hatred was meant to flourish. Oaths are broken beneath stained-glass ceilings, while the forest surrounding the Academy swallows secrets that should never have been buried. They say Thornwick Starfall was built upon sacrifice. They never tell you whose blood laid its first stone. This is the forgotten beginning. The year when the Academy was still called Thornwick Starblood. The year peace was born... ...and the first villain was written into history.

A young woman in 19th-century London becomes the object of affection for a reclusive yet ostentatious young man. But a murderer is terrorizing the streets, and all of London is in a panic. While the grisly crimes mystify some and terrorize others, plagued by demons of her own, Lavinia is forced to confront the dark mysteries that stain her city red. London society is riddled with secrets, some of them bloody.

each chapter is its own short story, there aren't a lot rn but I will be updating em as my sleep schedule progressively gets worse.

In a realm where beauty masks brutality, Alice finds herself trapped in a nightmare of mirrors, madness, and bloodshed. The Queen, a sadistic ruler obsessed with beheadings and control, revels in her cruelty, her monstrous transformations reflecting her inner corruption. As Alice descends into the depths of this twisted world, she must confront her fears, her own fractured identity, and the horrifying truths lurking behind the mirror's reflection. In a land where nothing is as it seems, survival depends on facing the darkness within-and outside-before it devours her entirely.

In a nation drunk on nostalgia for a greatness that never was, a cunning Patriarch, believing himself chosen by God, makes a devil's bargain: to forge a new world, he must first create its god. He stitches his heir together from the rotten parts of history, nepotism, flattery, and inherited privilege and unleashes this hollow idol upon the land. To serve this new regime, he offers women a gilded cage: renounce your mind, your alliances, your very self, and you will be crowned a "Crown-Consort", a jeweled accessory to power, worshipped for your obedience. Those who sense the rot the artists, the healers, the thinkers vanish into the night, guided by a secret network that leads them to a new world. They choose freedom over gilding. But those who remain, the "Loyal-Jewels," clutch their privileges tightly. They betray their sisters for a ribbon of approval, enforce the new scriptures that declare silence a virtue, and marvel at the splendor of their shrinking world. They believe their devotion will protect them. They are wrong. For a society that devours its own soul soon hungers for other meat. As the Patriarch's heir ascends, propped up by the fervor of his followers, the laws twist into grotesque new shapes. The sermons grow violent, the spectacles bloody. The Loyal-Jewels, in their sapphire gowns and emerald chains, find the walls of their cage are not made of gold, but of knives, and they are trapped inside with the monster they helped to create. It is the confession of the most celebrated Loyal-Jewel of them all, who now writes from the ruins, telling the tale of how they harvested a world of hollow idols and found nothing inside but dust and hunger.

"Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil." - Ephesians 6:11 The devil slithers like a serpent and roars like a lion. And even God's strongest soldiers can be deceived by his lies and fall into despair. Tom's biggest sin was trusting the deluding words of his own personal demon, haunting him like a lingering shadow. Not even his love for God, nor his love for the people as a priest were enough to overcome his fear of getting rid of the past that had been following him. Care to witness the consequences of his actions?

විශ නා දළක්, නුබ නා මලක්. #Horror

When a young transgender CNA begins working the night shift at a rural South Dakota nursing home, she uncovers an ancient evil feeding on the elderly, forcing her to embrace the forbidden magic of her bloodline before the creature drinks the years from everyone she loves. Night shift is supposed to be quiet. For April, a twenty-three-year-old CNA trying to outrun grief, it is a chance to start over in the forgotten farming town of Redfield, South Dakota. The residents are lonely, the hallways never seem to sleep, and one woman with dementia keeps insisting that something walks the corridors after dark. Then a nurse disappears. Patients begin dying in impossible ways. The crops surrounding town wither as though time itself is being stolen. And every new traveling nurse seems just a little too perfect. As reality unravels, April discovers her late mother's hidden legacy-a bloodline of African witches, an ancient vampire older than history itself, and a ritual that could save the town... at the cost of unleashing a god of death. Told entirely through haunting free-verse poetry, To Drink the Years is a Southern Gothic horror novel about memory, aging, grief, found family, and the monsters that feed on both our blood and our regrets.

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 resilient human girl named Marianna and her engimatic 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?

A Demon-King rules this Kingdom. At night, monstrous creatures hunt every soul. No walls can save you. No one can escape. Only the Cursed walks the dark, enchanted roads - the last hope for survival.

Every saint was once a sinner. Every monster was once a child. Max awakens alone within a place that was born out of nightmares. He remembers nothing-not his name, not his past, not how he arrived in this place. Yet this accursed place seems to know him. Its places whisper with forgotten memories. Its monsters watch him with unsettling familiarity. And buried beneath its foundations are secrets that should have remained dead. As fragments of his lost past begin resurfacing, Max finds himself drawn toward a truth hidden behind symbols, experiments, and horrors born from human hands. But every answer comes at a cost, and with each step deeper into the nightmare, he begins to wonder whether the thing waiting at the end of the journey is truly salvation. Or merely another monster wearing his face.

A collection of Short Horror Stories by yours truly.

Hell is the silence after the last prayer goes unanswered. It's ash in the lungs. It's choirs tuning their throats to scream. It's the sound of something leaving, and the world realizing it was the only thing holding the walls up. They came from there. Or they made it. No one's sure anymore. Four shapes in the smoke. Four names Heaven won't say out loud. One walks, and cities forget how to stand.She's devouring the distance between cause and effect, and she's still hungry. One burns. Not with flame - with memory. Every battlefield he left behind follows him now, ash and bone and rage. He devours war. Then he makes more. One writes. The world isn't ready for the words. Ink runs like blood from the margins of reality. He's consuming truth, page by page, and replacing it with questions that bleed. One smiles. White robes, white lies. He devours faith. He devours mercy. He leaves holes where saints used to be, and the light that pours out isn't holy. They were angels. Now they're famine. They're plague. They're the end of the song. Heaven closed the gates. They didn't knock. They're chewing through the hinges. The recall failed. The litany began. And Hell? Hell was just the first course. Litany of the Unforgiven They said no to God. Now the world says yes to them.

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, knowing there is truth behind madness and lies.

My cracked K-Mart wristwatch read 1:18 am. Eleven-year-old Andy McKee had learned to survive his mama's neglect. Stay small, stay quiet, stay awake... and "Do not let Mrs. Kennedy catch you on them stairs, you hear me?" But when a vicious attack leaves him broken and alone, the world swoops in to save him. Sent him off to the damn Grimm Road to live with the Cooper's. A family with more than enough trouble of their own. To a road where only the dead and dying belong. Then Auntie Ree offers him the world. Everything a boy could want: A mother's love. Safety. Belonging. No longer the no-account bastard from the wrong end of town. And all he has to do? Sign his name in her book. In this Southern Gothic tale, Andy must navigate the bargains of a small town trapped in the clutches of one sharp ol' coffee shop owner, and discover that some prices are paid by the people you love.

Dr. Luciana Islington is a brilliant cyberneticist, set to merge her technology with Tony Stark. But when Luciana goes missing, after a frantic phone call, her daughter, Mackenzie, sets out on a journey to find her. The search leads her to Evansborough, a touristy small town in upstate New York where nothing seems to make sense. There, it is clear Mackenzie's mother had dark ties to the town's past. Meanwhile, worlds collide as Clint Barton, struggling not to unravel after his experience with Loki, is sent by SHIELD to investigate Ravenwood, the haunted house in Evansborough, triggering a ghostly chain of events involving murder, old magic, and small-town secrets. CONTENT WARNINGS: Themes of PTSD, sequences of violence, some injury scenes, a graphic murder scene, mild language such as d**** and H*ll, mild suggestive content, and moderate creepy sequences of supernatural horror.

"You weren't worried that I might kill you?" Esther asked. "I hoped you wouldn't." AnnMarie said. "And if you did, then... oh well." -‐------------------------------‐------------------------- Esther LaGrange never stays in one place too long. She never stays with one person too long. Solitude and long stretches of dark road are her curse. Yet she somehow manages to meet a girl seemingly more isolated than her. A vulnerable girl, who lives alone without anyone who might miss her. A girl who may actually be cursed.

For a millennium, the earth lay heavy over a secret the world tried to forget: Don Vane , a vampire hybrid crossbred, buried alive not for her own crimes alone, but for the sins of others . After being forced to witness the horrific death of her wife, Levi, Don was hunted down and branded below the ribs by a group of hunters . That brand was more than a mark of hate; it was a magical seal that locked away her immense power, leaving her to rot in a grave for a thousand years while the descendants of her tormentors built a golden empire upon her silence . Now, the earth has given up its dead, and Don has returned with a single, cold purpose: revenge. Her target is The Royal Prestige Academy, the ultimate breeding ground for the elite and the heart of the Thorne legacy-the very lineage connected to those who branded her . She does not come with open warfare, but with a calculated, deadly deception. To gain total access to the Thorne name, its vast resources, and its deepest secrets, Don's Father proposes a marriage to the academy's golden heir, Leven Allistair Thorne . She stages the union with such precision that Leven doesn't realize that Don has an agenda until it is far too late to escape . But as Don weaves her web of vengeance within the academy walls, she encounters a variable she never factored into her thousand-year plan: mercy. In a cruel twist of fate, she finds herself falling in love with Leven-the very man who should be her greatest rival and the ultimate victim of her retribution . As the ancient power behind her brand begins to stir and her pregnancy-a rare and dangerous occurrence for her kind-threatens to anchor her to this new world, Don must decide: Will she finish the massacre she started ten centuries ago, or will the man she was meant to destroy be the only one capable of saving her soul? Old Sins, New Games: Blood Sovereignty and Broken Crowns is a haunting tale of an ancient heart seeking justice in a modern world.