Best Horror Romance Books Novels & Stories

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

Evelyn accidentally discovered something while visiting Adrian’s apartment. A notebook. Filled with observations. Pages and pages of them. About her. Evelyn likes tea but drinks coffee when stressed. Evelyn listens to music late at night. Evelyn touches her necklace when she’s nervous. Evelyn laughs when she feels uncomfortable. Her hands began to shake. Adrian walked into the room. “You read it.” Evelyn looked at him in disbelief. “You’ve been studying me.” “Observing,” he corrected. “That’s the same thing!”

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

I chanted as he slid his fingers out and licked it I scrunched my nose as he chuckled and his eyes became dark all of a sudden. The wind began to howl and blow fiercely as he pushed me onto my back. The shutters flew about as the fire went off. Everywhere became dark and Scary as his fangs grazed my neck before piercing me deep. I screamed in pain but later began to moan and thrash on the bed. .. .. 💕 Unknown POV 💕 .. ..

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

Indestructible. The Blood Witches already cower when they smell Rozelyn. How much more a child born from her flesh, mixed with a werewolf’s blood? Dorrien just smiled at that thought. Truly, everyone has their own weakness. And he just found out what those goddamn Blood Witches’ weakness is—and Romaine’s fear as well. *** “What do you think they thought of us? Me and you, kissing in a Fifty shades of Gray style…” Cyrill just cackled at her. “You really compared our kiss to that sexually-suggestive book, huh?”

Right now he must probably think that she was a ghost tormenting him, she would love to be that to her. In an instant she turned back to see the horror filled eyes that Logan began to take a step back, rubbing his eyes, but she was right before him, smiling dangerously at him. Elise tilted her head like a haunting spirit and moved towards him in slow calculated steps. Logan kept going back till he tipped over a log and fell down. Elise enjoyed the feeling of the mighty king getting scared because of her. Logan was now crawling on his back as he tried to get away from her, but she had closed in on him and looked down at him with fierce eyes.