Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

he asked without looking back. “I… I think so,” I said, my legs still shaking. “Good,” he said, jaw tight. “If they’re tracking you, we don’t have much time.” "Time?" I said as my words sounded choked out. His eyes glowed faintly as the moon reflected its light on them and then… something strange happened. A warmth spread through my chest, deep in my heart, and flowed through my whole body. It was like fire and ice at the same time, hot and sharp but also calming. My skin tingled, and I felt a pull— like something invisible was tying me to him.

Zoey nodded. "But winter is coming. The temperature will only drop lower." "That's not the real problem," Cyrus said. "We need to worry about people. In the apocalypse, people are far more terrifying than any monster." After they finished eating, Zoey curled up beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Cyrus glanced at her. "What are you doing?" Her cheeks flushed. "Warming up." She pressed her soft, well-padded body against him. Ever since he had awakened that part of her, she clung to him like she could not help herself. If Cyrus were not young and full of stamina, any ordinary man would have collapsed by now.

LYRA I sit in the back of the SUV, watching the trees blur past like green smudges on a canvas, but I’m not really looking at them. I’m too busy contemplating whether it’s too late to fling the car door open and hurl myself into the woods. Death by wolf-speed escape or dramatic forest collapse sounds preferable to whatever fresh hell awaits me at Zane Wynter’s doorstep. Alpha Asshole, King of Brooding, the musclebound enigma with ridiculous self-control, and gold eyes that make my spine shiver in all the wrong, and maybe a few of the right, ways.

Aiden looked up at him. Dante’s eyes glowed with something fierce. Not hatred. Not vengeance. Love. Aiden’s breath caught. Dante paused their walk, cupped Aiden’s waist, and pulled him close. “You’re not alone in this,” Dante whispered. “Whatever is coming—whatever Julian is building—we face it together.” Aiden pressed his forehead against Dante’s. “Together,” Aiden whispered back. The canyon wind sighed around them— soft this time, almost approving. And hand in hand,

His heart was too far gone—consumed by hate, bitterness, and a thirst for revenge that would eventually destroy me too. "Slow down, Adrian!” I panicked as he stepped harder on the gas. "You're going to get us both killed—what the hell are you doing?” My voice shook. Adrian in one of his black moods was a nightmare. Reckless. Impulsive. Dangerous. My heart pounded like it knew this ride could be my last. I still had dreams—to see my family, to get out of this hellhole of a marriage— But he’d ruin it all without blinking.

All he felt was a riotous warmth coursing through his body. B’s face transitioned from red to purple, and H knew it was time to let him come. She lightened her grip around his neck and slowed her speed, caressing the head of his cock with the opening of her vagina. He was ready. She brought her lips to his and with forced him as far up inside of her as humanly possible. Only when she felt his load pierce her the back wall of her vagina did she release his neck, grab his mouth and the back of his skull, violently jerk, and snap his neck. Before she climbed off of him, she gently held his head in her hands, sorry for what she had done but knowing she was preparing him for something so much bet

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.

I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Felix lay across my lap, acting like a dog waiting for his master's approval. "Felicity, you already accepted me, right? You've fallen for me at least a little over the years, haven't you? I know I've made mistakes. Please forgive me. I've avenged you and your grandmother. Let's make things right from now on. Will you stay with me forever? I love you, Felicity. I love you so much…" I smiled, and he mirrored my expression, clearly relieved. But the next moment, my words threw him back into a pit of despair.

Every muscle in me was waiting, anticipating, drawn to him like gravity itself had shifted. My mind was a jumbled mess. I wasn't sure if I wanted to step back or close the distance entirely and I closed my eyes as his breath ghosted above my lips. Just a little more and our lips would be locked. The door flung open and I gasped as I leaned away from him. “The car will be up and running very soon.” Winston said in an apologetic tone as he started the car. “You can turn it off now!” A masculine voice shouted and he did as instructed.