Gothic

Her Black Wings

By Jimmmy D. I was walking around the city, looking for something to do, some way to have a good time, it’s a big city, its huge, surely there is something to do. I must have been walking for 2 or 3 hours before I came across a small antique shop, I don’t usually enjoy antiques but there was something in the window that caught my eye. It was a paint, magnificent; I was a large painting of a woman tall and beautiful, pale white skin and dark eyes, her beauty was surreal. He lips were pout and her eyelashes long, aside from her slender body there was something else that added to her beauty and grace. A pair of large angel wings spread out behind her, but they were black, the background of this …

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The Mate of a Demon Part 1: My Beginning

NOTE: There is NO sex in THIS PART of the story. I promise in the chapters to come there will be plenty of hot lustful sex. This is just the introduction. I was just sitting on the couch, watching some documentary on The Dark Ages. It was interesting. So see practically the entire world go to hell. Suddenly, my phone was making noise. It was my boyfriend. Well he was sort of my boyfriend. We had never met in real life. We met through some pen pal website. And since then we had developed a real relationship. He lived in Britain. In 2 years I would graduate and I was planning on flying to meet him. Because not only was he my boyfriend, he was my master. He was just texting me to see how …

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Vampire Stag Weekend

Vampire Stag Weekend If you are new to my stories then they are somewhat of an acquired taste. I suggest read “Betty” or “October River Walk” before you start this one since it is a little bit longer and requires a little­ more investment. This one is hard, strictly adult only and quite frankly pretty horrific;- enjoy. 1 I know it is supposed to be a joy-filled, happy, celebratory occasion but all I can remember is my stomach turning when Mark asked me to be his best man. Even though I love the guy dearly; we have known each other since kindergarten and his perfectly matched fiancée, Cath, since middle school, I simply detest public speaking, detailed planning and most of all bachelor parties. I was obvious something was up last May when he invited …

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Incubus

Lara lay in her bed staring at the deep red velvet canopy that hung above the dark oak four poster bed she was attempting to sleep in. Outside the wind and rain whipped the window panes and shook them in their frames. The whole house seemed to move and creak as it was battered by the storm. She pulled the duvet up around her and rolled onto her side desperate to sleep. She never slept well away from home and it was made even harder in this old guest house with its hard bed and cold draughty rooms. High up on the Yorkshire Moors, it must have been hundreds of years old she guessed, with its low, beamed ceilings and dark rooms not helped by the small leaded windows, that were now shaking so violently …

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Goblins

“Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren’t go a-hunting, for fear of little men.” -William Allingham, “The Fairies” *** “I want to dance with the hill people at night,” Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her. The summer sun was slipping behind the yew trees on the hill beside the big old house, but no one was there that Megan could see. She frowned. “What do you mean?” Flora looked up at her. “Every night the people dance and sing all over that hill, and the lights are very pretty.” “They bring lights?” “They ARE lights.” Megan tsked. “No nonsense,” she said. “Get ready for bed.” Flora climbed off the chair and trotted up the stairs, skirting past her brother on the floor. Megan …

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a lust demons mate

Gaara wanted to explode in sheer rage. So he did. “Fuck you, Sakura! You miserable little fucking slut!” he snarled out. “Go back to that little fucking cock in our bed, enjoy! But know this, you will never see or be near me again. Your fucking loss!” Slamming the door in her shocked face. The rage begins to finally calm a bit as he climbs into the waiting cab and directs the driver to The Black Forest Resort. Making pit stops at some clothing stores to purchase new clothes and necessities along the way. Arriving at the resort exactly two hours later. After paying the driver, he climbs out with his bags. Taking a deep breath, he enters the pleasantly, dark resort. He quickly heads to the front desk to get a room. After the …

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The Last Halloween

“I don’t know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids” -Robert Brault *** Somewhere in one of the darker corners of the world, a witch and a ghoul stood at the entrance of a cemetery at midnight, and both of them were afraid. They weren’t afraid of what was inside: Rather, it was everything outside that scared them. “Mark my words,” said Stokes, shuffling his old undertaker’s boots in the dirt, “tomorrow will be the last Halloween for all of us.” A night breeze stirred the tree branches and the old cemetery gate creaked, as if in agreement. Anne knew he was right. There was something in the air that year, some quality of the night or the moonlight or just the entire world, that suggested …

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Dark Times At Creech Castle

There is no sign of Creech Castle now but it did exist and it was the scene of great pain especially in the case of two innocent young women. The first story took place in the year 1154AD. His Grace, the Bishop sweeps into the chamber of the Lord Lieutenant of the county. “My Lord, you need to move against the Widow Wycombe. She is mixing with low born women and speaking to them of property rights and saying that they must have the right to refuse their husbands in their natural desires”. The Lord Lieutenant sits behind his oak desk. “Your Grace, she is the widow of Sir John Wycombe and the richest woman in the county. I cannot move against such a woman without grounds most firm”. The bishop was not to be …

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the girl down the hall

my name is nick i’m 16 years old and i live with my parents in our small apartment in the middle of a big city. we used to have money but then my father developed some ‘habits’ and we went bankrupt… fucking shit heads. i hated my family. i hated my life. that is until i met her. this girl. this angel. she was all I’ve ever dreamed about and then some. she was the most beautiful women ive ever seen. i made it my goal to be with her. her name was Amber, she was in my school when we first met. i guess we had met before then because our parents knew each other very well. neither of us knew it but our parents were part of a cult. at the time i …

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Witch’s Revenge and The Man

So, was it a coincidence that I chose this village as my retirement home? Well, I really cannot say but, once here, I needed something to occupy my mind and years of enquiring into various mysteries had conditioned me to keep probing into that which is hidden. I soon discovered that the village had a wealth of very dark legends and looking into these became a sort of hobby. In these pages, I shall set our just two of the stories which came my way. The first of these came about after I had been enjoying a quiet pint in The Last Tot, the older of the two village hostelries. An old codger at the bar was regaling me with village yarns and he mentioned that this establishment had formerly been called “The Witch’s Revenge” …

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In the Night_(0)

In to the night My name Cacaan. I’m 22 years old. I live in a very small town where I’m very will known. I’m 5″7, 146 pounds, jet black hair,a set of full lips, 48C tits, a firm fat ass, deep hazel eyes with a killer body but you would never get the chance to see it because of the clothes I wear.  I’m in to that gothic shit, I wear black sweaters, black t-shirts and black skinny jeans 24/7. That just me. It the way I deal with my past.  When I was 8 years old, I witness my parents murder. Everybody said it was a blessing I was alive but I didn’t feel that way. Everyday I wish I died with my family that day. An because of this I’m a loner, I …

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Till Death

“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” -Virginia Woolf, “Orlando” *** It was sundown. The carriage reached the cottage on the cliffs. Porphyria followed the path to the door, but hesitated before knocking. Maybe I should go back, she thought. Maybe I should just throw myself off the cliffs instead. That would be better. But she knocked, and when the door opened she went in without waiting to be invited or greeted. She had to duck a bit to fit through the doorframe. She was a great, tall woman, with strong arms and broad shoulders and a hard face, but she was often called beautiful. (A duke wrote a sonnet about her hair two seasons ago. She called the verses “quaint.”) Hester was wiping flour—covered fingers on her apron. She was small and fine, …

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the guardian’s pet

Blair Do`Und was the first daughter of the House Do`Und and High Priestess of the Goddess Nocturna and she took a great deal of pride in her cruel sadistic nature. It was this same nature that brought her slender form dressed in the long black coverings of a priestess into the summoning room. Her small ebon feet were bare and silent upon the stone as the black silk slit up to both hips fluttered softly between her firm thighs. She wasn’t tall a mere five foot three inches but every inch of her frame was packed with well toned muscle. She had long pitch black hair that cascaded in a dark wave down her back to dance over her slender thighs. Her firm high breasts ample upon her frame were tucked into a brazier like …

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The Shady Stranger and His Slave, Ravyn

Prolog* Ravyn was a teen aged girl of about 15. She had shoulder length black and purple hair with bright green eyes. Her body was as pale as the moon light. She had two plump good sized breast about a b cup a round perfect sized ass, and her body was in healthy shape . Ravyn had here lip, her tongue and her nipples pierced. A black heavy blanket was now over her resting body, under witch she was wearing a spiked collar and ankh necklace, a silky black bra with a soft black g string, a black velvet corset and a satin skirt with fishnets and big black boots. A stranger now entered her dark stone brick house. He had been watching her from some time. “ A perfect specimen”, he thought to him …

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the haunted house

Lithium closed her eyes. This was just not happening. Why had she agreed to do this? It was just SO boring! Lithium had agreed to spend a night in THAT house. Her best friend Jasity had teased Lithium with a bet of the best fuck of her life with Kyle, Jasity’s boyfriend. Lithium had been after him for the longest age, but both Jasity and Kyle had kept Lithium on a tight leash and exploited Lithium’s desire. Now Lithium was beginning to wonder if it was worth it. It was Friday night and Lithium could think of a million other things she had much rather do. The house was your quintessential haunted house – a ramshackle cottage on the outskirts of town. No one was particularly accurate with the history of the house, but many …

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If You Woe Her || Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair

In the forsaken bowels of Nevermore Academy’s abandoned crypt wing, where the air hung heavy with the musty rot of forgotten graves and the distant drip of water echoed like the slow bleed of a fresh wound, Wednesday Addams lurked in the shadows like a venomous spider awaiting its prey. The chamber was a sepulchre of depravity, a mausoleum of Victorian decay: iron chains dangling from the vaulted ceiling, flickering torches casting elongated shadows that danced like tormented souls, and a massive stone altar repurposed as a bed, shrouded in black lace like a funeral veil, and walls adorned with portraits of stern ancestors whose eyes seemed to follow every sinful twitch, stained with the ghosts of ancient rituals. Wednesday, with her porcelain skin as pale as a fresh grave, her raven-black hair in tight, …

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all mine

I wrapped the somewhat small towel around myself and walked out of the en suite bathroom, and back into the bedroom. My long, red hair, still damp, dripped down my back and my long legs felt smooth and silky. I loved the feeling after you’ve just shaved, the water running down your legs glides easily to your feet. It makes me feel very sexy. Lying elegantly across the bed, he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. I couldn’t help but smile back at him, knowing what that look entailed. He wore a simple black shirt, dark blue jeans and nothing else. I walked further into the room, shutting the door to the steam filled bathroom behind me. I watched as he shifted to sitting on the edge of the bed. I carried on walking toward …

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My First Encounter With A Vampire

I still remember how it all happened. It was one of the moments I will always remember for the rest of my life, nothing could take this memory away. I still remember every single detail as if it was still fresh in my mind. I was a local writer for a paper in a small city town in southern Washington. Nothing big ever really happened, so there was never really anything to write about. So needless to say my boss sent me to some small southern town all the way out in Georgia. Yes, you heard me right, Georgia. There were a string of murders that had happened and strange things I guess had been going on. My boss figured if I got a really good story that maybe we could start selling our papers …

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The Midnight Ball

“It is a great advantage to have intelligence, courage, good breeding, and common sense., but even these may fail to bring you success without the blessing of a godmother.” -Charles Perrault, “Cinderella” *** On the table sat a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. Zezolla picked them up one at a time, slowly comprehending what it all meant. When she turned around she had tears in her eyes. “Oh Madrina, can I really?” The old woman sat on her three-legged stool. The basement was dark except for one candle. Somewhere in the dark there was a hissing sound, and unseen things scurried around both women’s feet, but neither minded. “It’s a fool idea and I’ll live to regret it, but I did promise,” said Madrina. “You know the rules, though: only until the first stroke …

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the demon emperor’s prize

Shukaku Ichibi, Emperor of the Demons, and leader of the Demon Army, led his prize up to his den, overlooking his demons as they celebrated their victory over the Templar. They jumped and danced, and flamedemons lit massive bonfires. Howls and roars and growls all made their way up into the heavens, mingling in eerie, wild chorus. Their celebrations were wild ones, rejoicing in the rush of battle and their resplendent victory by embracing those instincts which are most primal, those things most revered by the demons. Mock battles were waged, great tales, many exaggerated, were told, with sweeping gestures and often loud sound effects. Feasting began, the demons tearing into carcasses both raw and roasted, deer, and elk, sheep, and many other creatures, all were devoured in mass by the celebrating demons. Blood flowed …

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