Book Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

Hello to my beautiful readers!! Welcome onboard on this journey with me, and I’d like to say thank you all for giving this book a chance. Without further delay, I’d like to clearly state that this book is not one of your traditional Romance novels. This book is heavy with dark themes. LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, THIS BOOK IS HEAVY WITH DARK THEMES. So, if you’re uncomfortable with reading explicit sex scenes, detailed emotional, mental, and physical abuse, violence, murder, blood spillage—then this book is definitely not for you.

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

He muffled and stepped ahead towards me only in one piece of the towel covering his bottom. I stayed rooted to my spot, shivering on a thought that he could harm me as he now knew what I had just found out about him; his dark, ugly fantasy. “Wh—What—Is—This!” I gritted my teeth, hatred was concealing my bosom. I managed to stand up tall on my trembling legs. I was patting the pile of pictures on my other palm, my eyes were stuck on the ground as millions of emotions, thoughts, and reasons were blocking the processing of my brain at the moment.

Until the circle hums like a hive stirred awake. My pulse pounds in my ears. Every instinct screams to step back. To run. But I remain still. Because this ends tonight. Or we do. Sybil’s voice rises. The final words slice through the air like a blade drawn across glass. And the world answers. The shadows inside the circle twist. Not like smoke. Like something alive. They coil upward from the center point, spiraling into a towering column of darkness that writhes and churns as if fighting unseen chains.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

Now, he is tangled in a mess that he wasn't even sure how he was going to break out from. . . The hallway was large, empty, and shady. The light there was a little dimmer than the one in the throne room. She didn't even know where he was pulling her to but ever since his skin came in contact with hers, everything became numb, plus her heart rate had become one with the beat of a bass drum and it felt so surreal. She felt like she was being pulled into a dream and struggling would only pull her deeper into it. Her body only followed the directions of his pull. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and couldn't feel, and she could only hear the beat of her heart in her ears.

After all, Ned could only trust this man at the moment. Surveying his surroundings, Ned saw that the forest was dark and gloomy, without a single ray of light. The leaves on the trees were covered with sharp hooks that could pierce anyone who touched them. Ned realized that this was the Dark Forest described in the book. This was the territory of the Dark Elves, who possessed the power of darkness and used it to oppose the light. The man noticed Ned's expression and knew exactly what he was thinking. He had telepathy and spoke first, "The Dark Elves here release dark energy that gradually corrupts the human mind, ultimately leading to a fall into the abyss of darkness."