Amor Oscuro Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

The kind of peace that felt wrong when everything inside me was screaming. The golden ray of sunlight stayed on one side of my face, warm against my skin. I closed my eyes, letting the heat sink in, and pulled air deep into my lungs. The breeze carried the scent of pine and something floral I couldn't quite place. I hadn't let myself think about all kinds of horrible things. Horrible things included how I'd likely get arrested if anyone found out I was having an affair with the leader of the darkest organization the NHPD had been obsessing over and going after for years. The Maestro.

Reuel whispered, his hot breath hitting her face and neck before he returned to his seat. "It's nice meeting you, Elise," Azael added once his brother had taken his seat and Elise felt her chest tighten. There was something dark and deep in his tone, an evil promise that she couldn't comprehend. It felt as if she had entered a dangerous place with no way of escape and what creeped her out was her intuitions were never wrong.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

"My feelings for Emilio don't change our goal, Master. But I won't harm him. He's innocent." The Master's laughter was cold, mirthless. "Innocent? Ha! He's a vampire hunter's spawn. And you're blinded by love." His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Remember our plan, Lucas. We've waited years to strike. Emilio's father will pay for his crimes. And now, with Emilio by our side, we have the perfect pawn." The Master's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. "Will you betray our kind for your human lover?"

Amaris When I wake next to the creek, darkness has taken over the forest save for the moon peeking through the treetops. Getting to my feet, I decide that I should probably try to find my way back to town. Although, it will likely prove difficult since I'm not familiar with these woods. 'I got you,' the voice in my head says. 'How?' I ask, curious. 'Give me control and I can scent our way back,' she tells me as I begin walking away from the creek.

Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood. But his grandfather knew what a powerful alpha his grandson would become, but he never imagined that he would suffer so much for not being guilty of anything. Aurora ran to look for her warrior son and found him devouring one of his enemies who was chasing him. Soon it was dawn and he would return to his human form and with the help of his pack who was also in mourning, she welcomed Delmom when he needed it. “Father, Delmom, he doesn’t listen to me, he has so much hate in his heart his desire is only revenge.

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

He had never hated anyone more than he had hated her. He had been surviving his life just with the purpose of ending her breathing…..but tonight, seeing her on the edge of losing her life, he didn’t need to think twice to use his life to protect hers. Tonight….the ruthless Lycan Prince had finally understood that no one and nothing could go against fate and its decisions. A forceful wave of air entered the room through the window, blowing out all the candles and burning lamps. The entire room wore the curtain of darkness but a beautiful ray of moonlight welcomed itself inside the room through the same exact window and fell over Amelia.