Black Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He has yet to lie to me. As I entered the grand library, I went to the history section of the Coven. I could ask Luna, she was in charge of the library, but I didn’t need anyone knowing I was looking into vampires. I pulled the giant book out of our Coven’s history, laying it down on the ground, I began flipping through pages. In the beginning pages it showed vampire and witches working together. I flipped to the middle, I saw no mention of vampires. When did this happen? I flipped back a few pages, for a few minutes, just reading headers, until I came to the page that mentioned the rules for dealing with vampires.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the cold, unyielding surface of the iron workbench, his large body immediately pinning her beneath his mass. Grace gasped as the cold metal met her back through her ivory blazer, but the sensation was instantly burned away by the raw, radiating heat of his chest pressing into hers. She reached up, her fingers tangling frantically in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to her. When his lips finally met hers, it wasn't a gentle reassignment of their terms. It was a violent, desperate reclamation. Elias kissed her with a raw, starving hunger that had been suppressed for several years in the dark, his mouth dominant

Elena rested her head against Adrian's shoulder. For the first time since her rebirth... She felt something unfamiliar. Not revenge. Not satisfaction. Peace. Adrian quietly intertwined his fingers with hers. "It's over." She looked at the engagement ring on her hand. Then smiled softly. "No." She whispered. "The revenge is over." "Our life..." "...is just beginning." Far below... The ocean closed over the ruins of Blackstone Island. Taking its darkest secrets with it. But somewhere... Far beneath the waves... One small emergency beacon began flashing.

Chapter 10 Nathan’s lips crashed against mine with a force that knocked the breath straight out of my lungs. My eyes went wide with shock and my hands flew up to his chest automatically, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. He was so much stronger than me and right now he wasn’t holding back any of that strength. His mouth was hot and demanding against mine, his lips moving roughly like he was trying to devour me whole. One of his hands tangled in my hair, gripping it tight enough to make my scalp sting, while his other hand pressed against the small of my back, crushing me against his body.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

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.

Sinclair accused Cassandra of having an affair with Rhys because Cassandra and Rhys had been talking recently. Rhys had an idea of Cassandra’s situation and tried to get her divorce but she refused because of her daughter. That's what led to the confrontation between Rhys and Sinclair. The outcome to protect her marriage Cassandra being the love-sick fool cut off ties with Rhys and reduced contact with Sinclair. Alaric just couldn't understand why she loved him so much. Sinclair got busier with time and barely showed up at their home. When he was at home he acted like the perfect husband and father. At least Cassandra bought the act.

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a