Best Horror Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

He shifted slightly, pushing himself up onto one elbow so he could face her more directly, and the movement brought him closer to her without breaking the contact between their hands. Up close, he could see the faint translucence that still clung to her edges, the way the light passed through strands of her hair just slightly differently than it should have, but none of that mattered. She was present. She was here with him. Emotion swelled unexpectedly in his chest. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think ghosts would be terrifying if they were real.” A small, uncertain smile flickered across her lips. “But you…” He exhaled softly. “You’re the least scary thing I’ve ever seen.”

Just dust and cobwebs and a single rocking chair. The police said I must have imagined it. Stress. Exhaustion. Too many horror movies. But I know what I saw. And sometimes, late at night, when I'm alone in my apartment, I hear a soft scuffling in the hallway. I feel eyes on me, watching from the shadows. And I wonder if she's still hungry. I wonder if she's already found another girl to take my place.

SCARLETT I slumped onto my bed, feeling like a damn cliché. It was him. All this while, it’s been him. Damien Hunter. My brother’s arch nemesis and the heir to the mafia throne. Not just any mafia, but my family's sworn rival. He was my stranger… has been my stranger all these while. The only person I have relived my wildest and dirtiest sexual fantasies with. Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel.

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

Before I can even move a single muscle— Her ice-cold hands clamp around my head with surprising strength. And my mind shatters completely. A merciless flood of horrific images crashes through my consciousness, so fast and unimaginably violent it instantly steals the remaining breath from my burning lungs. Blood spurting from severed arteries. Raging, devouring fire. Endless screams echoing into infinity. Not distant, anonymous ones—but mine. And others'. Painfully familiar voices twisted in absolute agony beyond comprehension. I see Damon brutally torn limb from limb, his beautiful eyes wide with betrayal. I see Luna completely engulfed in hungry flames, her once-bright eyes wide and unseein

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.

after a year. This is my first Mafia book, and honestly, I was so scared to continue with it. Sometimes I felt exhausted because this is the first time I'm writing anything romantic, and it just had to be a dark romance. My main genre is horror, so it was challenging. I had to take breaks to focus on so many things and think long and hard about how to connect the feelings of my characters to the readers. I did not think anyone would read this, and I'm sure many must have given up due to my very slow updates. But I'm healthy now and strong, and my next book is in the process, and I'll wait until I'm done before I upload it.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying. I smiled and said, "It's a romantic fantasy novel full of drama, sex, and suspense." "So p**n basically, and about werewolves interesting," Hector chuckled as he placed the book down. "Whatever," I replied, rolling my eyes as I took a bite of my steak. Then I tilted my head to the side and decided to ask him a personal question as well. "Is it true?" I asked. Hector's brows furrowed. "Can you be vaguer?" he replied.