Best Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Until finally, we are circling each other, breathless, faces streak with dirt and sweat. ‎ ‎“You’ve grown stronger,” she says, voice low. ‎ ‎“And you’ve grown darker.” ‎ ‎Her lips curl. “Power demands sacrifice. You wouldn’t understand.” ‎ ‎I lunged forward, fury burning through my veins. “I understand enough to know I don't want such dark powers. No power is worth sacrificing my loved ones.” I expect to see a flash of guilt or regret but instead she grins. The darkness has eaten deep into her soul, she cannot be redeemed.

"Do it." Two seconds later, an echo of an explosion rocked the forsaken house and everyone in it felt the tremor that followed. "What was that?" Denver suddenly jumped off me, and his one-sided-brained wolf guard ran to check the window. "The pack is on fire, boss," he said in dread, and before he could turn back, Darion had already knocked him out. "What did you do?" Denver growled in dread, his fangs out as he charged at me again, but I was already on my feet and with one strike, smote the vein on his neck and he fell limp on the ground, unconscious.

She raises a brow, intrigued. “You want a man who’s your equal in every way,” I continue. “A man who won’t bow or tuck his tail between his legs. A man who can stand toe-to-toe with you and still make you submit... That's why you're drawn to dark romance, you crave a man that can tame you.” Her smirk deepens. “You might be right, but until I meet my match, it’s a moot point.” I smile. “You’ll find him one day.”

It was a truth whispered in hushed tones, for it carried both privilege and sacrifice. In the realm of the supernatural, the concept of a destined mate was deeply ingrained, an age-old belief that transcended time and species. Each supernatural being, whether it was a demon, vampire, werewolf, or other mystical creature, was believed to possess a singular, fated counterpart – the other half of their soul. This union was considered the most profound and sacred connection in their existence.

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"So, you made a choice?" His dark voice vibrated in the room, making me flinch. I brought my legs closer in fear, as if I could stop this fear from crawling through my skin, reaching all parts of my body, and nodded my head, whispering "yes.". "Here." He slammed the contract in front of me. I flinched, raised my head, and looked into his dark, angry blue eyes, immediately lowering them in fear. I once wished for him to spare me a glance, and that could make my day, but right now, his deep blue eyes scare me the most, and I don't want him to even look at me.

It was like a kitten that immediately brought himself even closer to her to feel the warmth coming from her palm. “I love you!” Dark said while closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the girl’s palm on his cheek. Instead of answering the young man, she squeezed his cheek. She smiled when he opened his eyes and his eyebrows met. “I don’t want to have a zombie husband. Come here next to me and go to sleep first.”

I told them. “How about the cheesy and cliché boy meets girl, fall in love, spends time together on the beach, kiss on sunset?” Luke offered. “Oh, that will be okay.” I smiled at Luke. “That would be great. We should start at sunrise and end it at sunset. Playful and romantic.” Lizzy said. “I’ll be the boy, Baby girl will be the girl. I don’t want her kissing another man,” Damian spoke up. “Ahhh.. you are THE Katarina, Damian’s one and only.” George grinned at me.

We were both deep into our favorite meals when he finally said, “the perfect woman has long dark brown hair, thick and wavy or curly, something I can get lost in, and hold onto. It’s pretty much to her ass. She’s a bit shorter than me, but not a deal breaker. Her body is perfectly curvy, full chest, nice ass … she’s NOT a twig. I’m not a dog, I’m not feasting on a pile of bones. She’s smarter than me, she maybe speaks another language. We have to be completely compatible in bed, I mean it’s gotta be on fire. I can’t marry a girl that is boring in bed, shit I’d rather become a priest and I’m an atheist.

Most of the party was still happening deeper inside the venue, so it was just the three of them here. "I need to say something," Kane said. "Then say it quickly. I am done with this night." Kane stopped a few feet away from them. His eyes went to Bianca, stayed there for a moment, then shifted back to Anna. "I like her," he said simply. Anna turned around slowly. "Excuse me?" "Bianca. I like her." Kane's voice was calm, matter-of-fact. "I think she is beautiful. Intriguing. There is something about her that I find very... compelling."