Black Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Genre: Romance, Mafia. Theme: Dark romance. Setting: The book unfolds in Italy and migrates to Russia, and is set to occur in the 21st century Tone: Dark, wild, and steamy Characters:- Mariana Denaro: Female lead. Alexandr Radimr Vastlav: Mariana’s husband. Alejandro Raes Vastlav: Mariana’s brother in-law and her love interest. Mariano Denaro: Mariana’s brother.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

He knew that he needed to replenish his strength, and the rogue's blood was the perfect source. The metallic and acidic taste of the rogue's blood hit Liam's tongue like a fiery bolt of lightning, sending shivers down his spine. It was a taste he was all too familiar with, the taste of death and desperation, of pure animal instinct. It was like an elixir, a potent potion that gave him life and strength, filling him with raw energy and power. He drank deeply, savoring every drop, feeling his wounds heal and his body renewing itself. The taste was intense, and overwhelming, but also strangely addictive, like a drug that he couldn't resist.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

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

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The scent of him — smoke, steel, and something darker — tangled with the night. “I don’t want your pity,” she whispered. “Good,” he said. “You’re not getting it.” When he kissed her, it wasn’t gentle. It was the kind of kiss that stole air and reason alike — the inevitable breaking point after nights of restraint. Her magic flared, answering his touch, sparks running up her skin like lightning across storm clouds. The world seemed to fall away: the bleeding moon, the endless fight, the weight of destiny. For one fleeting heartbeat, there was only warmth, and the sound of her name breaking on his lips.

My lips crashed against hers, demanding, forcing her to open up, to give in to me. I felt her stiffen, her breath catching in her throat, but she didn’t pull away. She let me have her, let me take what was mine. I felt the pulse of her heart beneath my touch, erratic and confused, like she was fighting the urge to fight me. But she wouldn’t fight. Not anymore. I knew it. I deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, her body rigid in my arms as I drank from her mouth like a man starved. The taste of her was bitter, like everything else about her—an amalgamation of fear, submission, and something darker, something broken.

‎ ‎Then suddenly, everything seems to change. ‎ ‎A horn blows in the distance. A long, low sound that makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. ‎ ‎The rogues begin pulling back. Not retreating, reorganizing. ‎ ‎“Something’s wrong,” Thorne mutters. “They’re regrouping too fast.” ‎ ‎And then I see it. ‎ ‎Through the smoke and fire, a massive shape emerges. A wolf, but not like any I’ve ever seen. Twice the size of a normal alpha, it's fur pitch-black and it's eyes burning red. Dark energy ripple off its body like heat from flame.