Bloody Romance Manhwa Novels & Stories

My claws tear into his flesh but he continues holding me, and I gulp mouthful after mouthful of his blood, as more of it drips down my claws, dyeing my hands a deep crimson. I feel like I can’t stop. Danika is thrashing in my mind, trying to force her way out, and it takes all of my strength to keep her simmering just below the surface. I rip myself away from Samael, a trail of his blood dripping from my mouth. “I need human blood,” I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut as Danika throws herself at the barricade in my head. Samael looks down at me and I know my eyes must be two swirling pools of crimson.

Fatimah could also sense that he'd always fantasized about being dominated by women and lucky for him, she wanted to dominate him. "I won't hurt you, Blake. Promise. And If I do hurt you, it's going to be a good hurt" she murmured against his throat, then sank her fangs at the curve of his pale milky, and veiny neck. Blake gasped and she gave him time to adjust to the feel of her fangs embedded in his skin before she started sucking his blood. The remaining bullets fell out of her onto the floor as she healed herself with the essence of his blood.

Abhimanyu stood under the shower and unhook his pant and dropped on the bathroom floor She blushed and he turned on the shower and his long slender fingers started to play on her bare body like he was playing piano Their eyes clashed passionately and Obsessively hold each other sights . . She knew . . For her , He could kill without blood . . He knew . . For him , She could pour every ounce of her blood . . It was there love . . It was there story . . Their not so romantic-love story . . Finally , two longing lips met together and drowned in the ocean of love and fulfil the thirst of pleasure . . Happy Ending Happy Starting Wait for the bonus chapters. Thank you

"why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!" "I hate Adam!" Yara's words that suddenly carried the name 'Adam' succeeded in making Rian choke. "Why suddenly bring Adam's name?" "This must be because of his curse on me when we were at senior high school. That damn person! He's the one who asked to break up, he's the one who accused me of various things, but instead left a curse that made my life miserable." "There is no such thing as a curse in this world, Ra." "There is," she argued. "That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now."

She couldn't do that again. She swallowed hard and walked toward the bottle of blood. When she reached the counter, the smell of it brought back wretched memories. Her best friend is lying in a puddle of blood. She turned her head, trying not to breathe in the aroma. She had another friend now, and he needed this. She closed her hand around the bottle. It was cold. Should she warm it up so it would taste fresh? Her stomach churned at the thought. "Aya." She glanced toward him. Malcolm was struggling to sit up. Good God, the man was so weak. So vulnerable. Maybe it wasn't surprising that he'd bitten her when he needed blood so badly. It was

He hated how much he craved this… hated how every time Vito got close, something deep inside him woke up and begged to be touched, to be used, and fucking claimed. “I… I don’t know.” Vito stepped out of the shower, water pooling at his feet. “Come here.” Aiden moved without thinking. The moment he was close enough, water from Vito’s body soaked into his clothes. He reached out tentatively, pressing both hands against Vito’s chest. The skin was burning hot despite the shower. His fingers traced over old knife scars and intricate tattoos. He wondered what each mark meant, what kind of violent life had written these stories across Vito’s body.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

she calls out, a smirk playing at her lips. She just had to end with another jab about the formal. Right when Axel was here. God, I’ll kill this girl someday. Axel, however, doesn’t seem to pick up on Corey’s final remark. His eyes are fixed on the book in front of me. “What are you reading?” “It’s… nothing. Just a story.” But almost as if he can sense my bluff, he flips the front page with ease, revealing the title sprawled in bold letters: LYCANTHROPY: HISTORY, MYTHS & OLD FOLKLORE.

Blood smeared everywhere—across my chest from where he'd rubbed against me, on my thighs from his dripping wounds, even flecking our faces as he leaned down to kiss me again. Our mouths met in a bloody clash, tongues tangling, sharing the copper taste. “Harder,” I panted between kisses, my cock trapped between us, sliding in the mess of red and sweat. Fuck. He obliged, shifting his angle to hit that spot inside me, sparks exploding with every brutal thrust. His hand gripped my hip, nails breaking skin, while the other pressed to his thigh wound, squeezing to force more blood out—drenching us further, turning the fuck into a slippery, gore-soaked ritual.