Cult Novels Novels & Stories

• Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality) • Dubious consent / non-consensual themes (coercion, power imbalances) • Obsession & possessiveness (stalking, toxic attachment, unhealthy control) • Graphic violence & gore (blood, injury, death, explicit descriptions) • Torture & pain infliction (psychological and physical torment) • Cults & rituals (dark family traditions, blood oaths, disturbing ceremonies) • Abuse & trauma (emotional, physical, sexual abuse) • Murder & death (brutal character deaths)

Trigger Warnings This novel contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content, including: Graphic violence Sexual Violence Voyeurism Gore and gruesome injury descriptions Supernatural warfare and battles in Hell Use of weapons (blades, claws, fire, magical weapons) Torture and physical brutality Threats of dismemberment and monstrous transformations Non-consensual power dynamics Coercion, forced proximity, and captivity Extreme sexual content with dark elements BDSM themes, impact play, restraints, and pain-pleasure dynamics

My eyes snapped open. Dark. Close. Wrong. It took a second for my brain to catch up with my body and realize— I wasn’t in my bed. I was in my closet. Curled tight into the corner, half tangled in blankets and sheets I had apparently dragged in here with me like some kind of feral animal. Fantastic. Another pound on the door. “Seanna Nicole, I know you’re awake!” I pushed the blankets off me and froze. They were shredded. Again. Not torn.

He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock. My pussy fluttered around him, another smaller climax following the first as juices gushed out in fresh spurts. My eyes rolled inside my head. “Fuck, Dorian…don’t stop,” I begged, as my voice broke. The sickness of my reality hit just then, twin fantasies flooding my mind like forbidden poison. Two identical men, same bodies, same cocks but different in how they claimed me. It was twisted and depraved. In fact, some would call it the ultimate taboo. Yet it made me wetter and hotter, my core throbbing with shameful need.

Lucian is determined to keep me safe, but I want to find out who was blackmailing my sister and who killed her. "You're not one of them, are you?" Carol inquired once again, her face eager. "Of course not." I'm not from around here, and—" "I've witnessed things that no one should ever see. Things that are out of the ordinary." Oh, Carol, please don't say it. Carol returned her gaze to the door before turning to face Ravena. "They're members of some cult." When the moon emerges, they strip naked, wrap themselves in animal skins, and go through the woods wailing."

Cole’s apartment was on the top floor of a converted warehouse building downtown. The elevator ride up was silent, tense with crackling desire. Emily’s legs still trembled from the brutal fucking in the alley, but her core throbbed with anticipation for more. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside with a firm hand on her lower back. The place was masculine and dark – exposed brick walls, black leather couch, metal shelves lined with books and empty whiskey bottles. The air smelled like him – musky, spicy, and faintly smoky.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.