Mylene The Gothic Princess-Origin of a Haunting Legend |Nirvana Noir
🩸 MYLENE DI CATANIA
I am not a ghost. I am not a myth. I am the nightmare your ancestors sealed in gold.
“Let me tell you a story… since you’ve already disturbed my slumber.”
I was born in 325 A.D., in a villa carved between Sicily and Naples, where sea winds carried secrets and blood tasted like red wine. My family was not of common soil—we were gods wrapped in mortal silk. The kind who whispered to Hecate under olive trees, and lit candles for Persephone while Rome burned.
We didn’t pray.
We summoned.
We commanded.
Back then, we ruled in shadow.
Until that sanctimonious emperor Constantine decided women like me were the Devil’s hips and witchfire incarnate. His cross couldn’t handle our chaos. So they tried to bury it.
They couldn’t kill me—please.
So they sealed me in a golden coffin, velvet-lined and spell-forged, like I was some relic they were too scared to destroy.
And I slept.
Centuries.
While kingdoms crumbled and composers lost their minds writing symphonies in my name.
“But memory is a harlot. She always comes crawling back.”
The world forgot me… until one foolish collector with a taste for the beautiful and damned—Sirah Cabernet—found my coffin in an Italian estate auction.
He thought it was Gothic Revival.
I am the revival.
He brought me to New Orleans, where the perfume is thick, the jazz is unholy, and women walk like spells waiting to be broken. He nestled me in an antique shop filled with crystal chandeliers, voodoo remnants, and candle smoke that felt almost familiar.
And then it hit me—
the incense.
Patchouli. Musk. Vanilla.
The same scent my mother used to anoint the bones of the dead who crossed willingly.
It crept into my velvet tomb like a lover sliding into my sheets.
Then came the music.
Not symphonies—no. This was guitars screaming.
This was violins sobbing over drums that made me ache.
This was the sound of a world begging to be bitten.
“Rise, my queen,” it whispered.
So, I did.
“And what did I find, darling?”
A world obsessed with mediocrity.
Filtered faces. Lukewarm gods.
Mortals begging for love but afraid to bleed.
But I remember how to make blood sing.
I descended the shop’s velvet staircase like a curse unwrapped. Gilded mirrors tried to capture my reflection—I laughed. The chandeliers trembled. I found a heart-shaped box, bled a little (how poetic), and claimed the blood diamond nestled inside. Fit for a queen. Me.
Upstairs, I collapsed on a chaise drenched in Sirah’s scent—leather, tobacco, and obsession.
He wasn’t there. But he will come back.
They always do.
“So what now?”
Now, I walk.
Heels sharp enough to write scripture.
Corsets tight enough to hold back the centuries.
Hair crowned in red and black roses.
Lips stained with every lover I’ve outlived.
I don’t belong in your world.
I just choose to play in it.
You don’t get to follow me.
You submit.
And if you’re lucky—if you interest me—I’ll let you remember what real desire feels like… just before I devour it.
🕯️ Whispers from the Coffin
She writes not with ink—
but with soul, venom, and velvet.
The Siren’s Awakening
I was dead a mere decade. Alas, in deep slumber. But your putrid soul awakened me. I took a long trip down and sat with Hades. I asked him to see my beloved — my Persephone. He refused. Instead, he sent me away. I am the aura that devours. I am your karma when you’ve turned the cycle. The Oracle, and the Harpies that cut the golden thread — the expatriates of the underground. Hades must let me see my muse, or else he will meet his match. He doesn’t frighten me. I can do what he cannot do: remove a man’s soul and spirit without a single touch. The power of the golden coffin and crimson lips. Sincerely, Mylène
Wounded
I walk along the hard stone, slowly licking my wounds — not like a scared cat, but like a wolf, strategizing my next move. Your gossip, your rumors, and your embellishment — the weapons of a weak woman, governed by envy. Noira… I pity your hollowed insides. Your coven of isolated snakes serves as your throne. That’s the epitome of your aspirations: vapid. The Trinity of Mediocrity. Kisses, Mylène
🖤 Mylene’s Story: The Gold Coffin and Mirror Series
📖 Book I: The Vixen in the Golden Coffin
Step inside the forbidden journal of Mylène di Catania—the gothic princess whose legend is inked in blood, velvet, and veiled memory. These are not just chapters. They are hauntings—rituals of recollection passed down in whispers and shadow.
Each tale is stitched together with crimson thread, but the mirror does not demand order.
Read them as they were written…
Or surrender to the page that calls your soul first.
- 📖 Chapter 1 – The Awakening
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 2 – The Siren and the Sicilian
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 3 – The Mirror Cracks, First Blood, and Frankie
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 4 – Fiamma di Velluto – Frankie & The Vixen of the Golden Coffin (New Orleans, 1926)
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 5 – Il Risveglio e il Principe dal Coure Affumicato
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 6 – Il Diario della Volpe d’Oro
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 7 – The Coffin, the Brotherhood, and Betrayal
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 8 – Il Risveglio della Fedeltà Spezzata
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 9 – Nel Nome dell’Arancia: E l’essenza dell’inganno
🔗 Read Now - 📖 Chapter 10 – Il Canto del Risveglio: Sotto la Cera e il Desiderio 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 11 – Il Patto della Rissurezione: Il Bacio del Fouco Eterno 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 12 – La Preda e la Predatrice: Il Patto del Fiore Nero 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 13 – The Shadowed Man, The Black Flower and the Rebirth in Jade 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 14 – The Black Raven, the Sin and the Sicilian Wine 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 15 – Storyville, the Siren and the Greedy 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 16 – The Green Throne and the Shadows of Whitney 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 17 – Demons and Jazz 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 18 – The Messenger of the Profaned Jazz 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 19 – The Lord of Crown and Sin 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 20 – The False Siren at Le Cœur Noir 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 21 – La Sirena di Vetro 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 22 – The Beauty Collector 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 23 – The Oath of Smoke and Blood 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 24 – The Hunger of Greed 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 25 – The Black Swan’s Omen 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 26 – The Seven that Wrote the Gospel of Decay 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 27 – The Magnolia Blood Pact 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 28 – Sin City and the Blood Magnolia 📖 Read Now
Act II – Argentina: Blood, Tango, and Revolution
The year is 1930. The scent of jasmine and smoke lingers in Buenos Aires as the ghosts of Storyville follow Mylène across oceans. Empires tremble, violins burn, and the karmic wheel begins to turn once more. Here, love is rebellion—and every dance is a declaration of war.
- 📖 Chapter 29 – The Red Violin and the Coup 📖 Read Now
- 📖 Chapter 30 – City of Men, Shortage of Women 📖 Read Now
One soul. One shadow. One whisper. Mylene remembers the ones who speak her name.
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The saga of Mylène continues beyond her origin. Buried in silence and betrayal, the Gothic Princess awakens in a gilded coffin, her story unfolding through mirrors, obsessions, and bloodstained poetry. Discover the Series ➝
