Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

I stutter. “Your blood.” I shake my head. “No.” “You are descending the stairs of denial again, Faye.” He sighs, throwing the blade into the table. My eyes are glued at the spot pulsing gently with black blood. It is the same I have seen with the vampires, and other creatures in Alkhemi—the dead. “No, i-it’s…” “It is black because you have died, and have been reborn through Sin,” he says. “Like every one of his creations.”

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

She followed my graceful exit into the darkened woods, senses straining. A rustle was her only warning before six feral figures burst from the trees with guttural howls. Bandits indeed, but these were no ordinary thugs - these beasts reeked of dark magic. Everly crouched defensively beside me, claws unsheathed. These monsters are meant to do more than rob us. The first leaped at me with unnatural speed, but I fluidly dodged its raking talons. Everly lunged to sink fangs into its flank, recoiling at the wrongness coursing through its corrupted flesh. Black magic flowed through its veins like poison instead of blood.

Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surroundings, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Beneath her conscious mind, the woman was drowning in dense, piercing darkness. She stood in the middle of a forest she recognized well, but everything felt unfamiliar. Fog shrouded the ground, and the cold air gripped her bones. Her steps were heavy, and when she tried to run, her body did not move. Lyara felt as though she wasn’t the owner of her body—she was merely a statue standing upright to observe her surroundings. Before her, her father stood. General glared sharply at ten figures cloaked in darkness. Their eyes… completely black! They were using black magic. They were black wizards!

A thick, blackened mark glistened there, oozing golden mist. “Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice trembling. “A woman,” Dante rasped, his breath shallow. “A woman who calls herself… an Alpha.” Before the healer could respond, he lurched forward and vomited a gush of black blood onto the floor. The healer stumbled back, horrified. Black Blood slipped down his nose but he wiped it with his hands. The sight was unlike anything she had ever seen—something dark, ancient, and wrong. “This is… rare,” she murmured, fear creeping into her voice. She turned to Dante’s friend, Luke, who hovered anxiously nearby.

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 Questions surfaced in Hazel's mind. Who was the figure in the dark? Why did he have violet eyes? As far as she knew, only black bloods possessed such color of eyes. The black bloods lived in isolation from other kingdoms. They were known as the Galacticans, since the name of their kingdom was Galactica. The black bloods were demonic in nature and they had hair and eyes ranging from red to black. In other cases, some black bloods possessed violet eyes. Black bloods were believed to have nine lives and the ability to shape shift into big or small cats. Other kingdoms despised them but really it was their fear of black bloods that drove them to hate the black blood

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.