Bloody Romance Manga Novels & Stories

Lucian gestured to her. "What are you reading?" Clarissa manages to ask. "It's a fantasy novel, werewolf bond, I never knew this world had a little knowledge about us, " Lucian said with a frown. "Humans like to romanticize everything," Clarissa said. "I can see that" Lucian pointed to the book in his hand. The two had a little awkward laughter. "I'm sorry about earlier, " she said. Lucian knitted his brow at her, " Earlier?" he asked confused.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

The familiar scent of agarwood floods my senses as his tongue teases my tightly closed lips, urging me to open up and give him access. Reina is reeling in excitement at this contact, begging to be marked and claimed. His lips are warm, mingling with a pleasant taste. My body almost betrays me, yearning for him, but my mind snaps back to reality—this is the man who has taken everything I love away from me. My eyes snap open, and I bite down hard on his lower lip, feeling the sharp rush of victory as the metallic scent of blood fills my mouth and nostrils. He pulls away, his eyes gleaming with rage as blood drips from his lip. I had made him bleed. Again.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

And what more interesting is that she is in a BL love story. The main protagonist of this story is a man called Aoi Hyoudou. A sweet boy with a poor background. He is bullied during his teenage but he never had the strength to fight back. His delicate features are the reason why Aoi is tormented too much. The possession of dark brown eyes suited his bright complexion. He has thin red lips and not single pores to decorate his soft silky skin. His fluffy curly hair will bounce once in a while during his walk and that always attract people to surrounds him. He is also a natural hardworking model student with a future to become a surgeon. Instead, his path took a good turn once he met the male l

"What do you think? Our hot romance last night?" Rena's cheeks heated up with the frontal remarks Romeo made. "Ah no. I wonder why there's no blood there." Romeo's brow furrowed. "Why should there be blood?" Rena didn't reply. Romeo either doesn't know it or feels it is unimportant. But according to Rena, of course, it is essential. Proud of her for still being sealed and open only to her mate. "Why should there be blood, hm?" Romeo turned Rena around to face him.

She dumped about ten BL manga on top of the porn magazines. Ryan asked, “What are those? I’ve never seen them before.” Ryan, the super conservative of the bunch. I was surprised his eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets when he saw the porn magazines with naked girls on the covers. Jess said proudly, “They’re Yaoi manga. Have you never read them before? They tell love stories between two men, or more.” She laughed. “The artwork is very beautiful.” She said dreamily, “I particularly love the stepbrothers trope.” She turned to look at me meaningfully. “The forbidden love. The hidden feelings. The angst. Oh, it’s just so interesting and such a turn-on.”

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

London: Fuyu stood a heavy-breathing mess, with blood gushing down his forehead. His muscles tightened as he stood, looking down with bared teeth at the dismembered bodies scattered around. He growled slowly, his extended claws dripping blood onto the ground. His eyes were a blood-thirsty red, glistening with a dark glow as he ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes dilating at the metallic taste of blood.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.