Black Romance Novels 2020 Novels & Stories

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Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

"You're a part of his world now, whether you like it or not." The next few days were a blur of research and half-hearted attempts to return to my normal life. Alex and his dark secrets felt like a siren call, impossible to ignore. I found myself at "Le Chateau de Sade" again, the BDSM shop, my thoughts racing with images of Alex and the bond between us. The scent of leather and musk filled my nose as I perused the racks. The shopkeeper, a knowing smile playing on her lips, watched me from behind the counter. She knew, of course. They all did. The supernatural community of New Orleans had a way of finding out these things. "Looking for something in particular, darling?" she purred.

Something darker. She set the bottle down and moved to her chest, opening it carefully. Inside were folded fabrics, jewelry, and at the very bottom, wrapped in black cloth, items she never showed anyone. She unwrapped them slowly, her hands steady now. A carved bone charm. A vial filled with dark liquid. A small pouch stitched with symbols old enough to scare even trained warriors. Ironmoon magic. Forbidden magic. The kind of magic everyone feared but few truly understood. Her fingers lingered on the pouch. Caierre did not need to practice black magic. He only needed to be seen near it. That was how these things worked. Accusation was louder than denial. Fear was faster than truth.

I blushed and smoothed my coat, both of us laughing at the near accident. "You want some cocoa? I remember how good it was last time my mom brought me here," he offered, running a glove through his hair. I nodded, and he disappeared into the main building, weaving in and out of the growing crowd. I turned back to the lake, my breath frosting the air. The sun was starting to set, turning the fresh snow a golden red as it pulled the blanket of mountains up over its head. Below me on a second tier of the deck, a bonfire popped and crackled, the smoke rising gently into the deepening sky. I watched the dark tendrils of smoke fade into the oncoming twilight, feeling peaceful.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

======================= If the color of her dress for her coronation was red, now it was the color of black, as black as charcoal, but it suited perfectly for her skin color, especially her white hair, it was a beautiful contrast that it made and the servants didn’t stop with their praise to her. “You look so stunningly beautiful my queen,” she gushed. Mila was very upset to be woken up for her wedding day, but after she saw herself in the mirror and how beautiful she looked, she agreed with the other servants that she was indeed beautiful. She looked stunning in this dress and she was happy that she was wearing this dreess for her wedding. The wedding for the vampires allowed the bride to w

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eleven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I jerked awake and noticed it was Dawn already but something seems off. It’s as if something was gonna go wrong. I stared at Damien sleeping peacefully beside as his chest rose and fell,I just hope my hunch isn’t right. I know what awaits me,I know what is going to happen but I must overcome. The door bursted open revealing Lord Bennett, lady Katherine,Lord Alistair and four guards as they marched in,with furious looks.

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His fingers trace the line of my neck, play with my hair, caress my neck, accentuating his kiss. Lucian draws me to him, smiling boldly, and I read an unsatisfied hunger in his amber eyes, a hunger equal to mine. He captures my mouth again and hugs me with a welcome force. I want him to trouble me as much as he stirs me. I want his caresses everywhere on me. When he slips his hands under my sweater, I sigh with impatience as our skins touch. His mouth slowly descends along my neck, which makes him almost lose control for a few seconds.