Lady Dunreath, in the meantime, suffered torture; after she had seen Malvina turned from the abbey, she returned to her apartment; it was furnished with the most luxurious elegance, yet she could not rest within it. Conscience already told her, if Malvina died, she must consider herself her murderer: her pale and woe-worn image seemed still before her: a cold terror oppressed her heart, which the terrors of the night augmented. The tempest shook the battlements of the abbey; and the wind howled through the galleries, like the moan of some wandering spirit of the pile, bewailing the fate of one of its fairest daughters.
Regina Maria RocheTags: gothic-fiction
...Leaning on her maid, she stole through the winding galleries, and lightly descending the stairs, entered the long hall, which terminated in a dark arched passage that opened into the chapel. This was a wild and gloomy structure: beneath it were the vaults which contained the ancestors of the earl of Dunreath, whose deeds and titles were enumerated on gothic monuments: their dust-covered banners waving around in sullen dignity to the rude gale, which found admittance through the broken windows. The light which the maid held produced deep shadows, that heightened the solemnity of the place.
Regina Maria RocheTags: gothic-fiction
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
Jess C. ScottTags: life truth love passion dark paranormal-romance darkness self lust emotions emotion dark-humor desire paranormal gothic supernatural envy emotional succubus urban-fantasy emotional-plague incubus dark-lover dark-divine supernaturalism gothic-fiction paranormal-fiction emotionally-scared gothic-romance
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies.
“They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.
Tags: life love passion death dark paranormal-romance darkness self lust emotions emotion flowers dark-humor desire paranormal gothic supernatural dying envy emotional truth-beauty succubus urban-fantasy emotional-plague incubus dark-lover dark-divine supernaturalism gothic-fiction paranormal-fiction emotionally-scared gothic-romance lilies truth-love-hope
This is not written for the young or the light of heart, not for the tranquil species of men whose souls are content with the simple pleasures of family, church, or profession. Rather, I write to those beings like myself whose existence is compounded by a lurid intermingling of the dark and the
light; who can judge rationally and think with reason, yet who feel too keenly and churn with too great a passion; who have an incessant longing for happiness and yet are
shadowed by a deep and persistent melancholy—those who grasp gratification where they may, but find no lasting comfort for the soul.
Tags: darkness gothic vampire gothic-fiction
No, I will not join your Civil War reenactment troupe.
Aaron A.A. SmithTags: civil-war historical author fantasy-fiction gothic-fiction
He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.
Christine FonsecaTags: romance historical-romance ya gothic-fiction thriller-horror
Penelope had read several novels about such governesses in preparation for her interview and found them chock-full of useful information, although she had no intention of developing romantic feelings for the charming, penniless tutor at a neighboring estate. Or - heaven forbid! - for the darkly handsome, brooding, and extravagantly wealthy master of her own household. Lord Frederick Ashton was newly married in any case, and she had no inkling what his complexion might be
Maryrose WoodTags: parody gothic-fiction governess
Just before he passed behind the hedge at the end of the drive, he turned to look back at Stoke Morrow and caught me spying on him. His shining eyes were so cruel, and before I could close the curtain, I saw the flash of an awful grin on his face. It was a grin that said he knew I'd come around. Sooner or later, I'd fall in line.
Adam McOmberTags: fantasy historical-fiction gothic-fiction
I was familiar with the realms of unnatural, for I myself was an unnatural. Not a monster in appearance; I looked like other young women, though perhaps not as primped and manicured. But I wasn't the same as other girls. My friends believed I was sick or gifted. Either way, I was unfortunate. Something entirely new upon the earth.
Adam McOmberTags: gothic-fiction
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