Dark Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Or at least in most stories, each of them is considered rather evil creatures, children of Darkness. But there are stories where even messengers of Light, beings who should deal better with temptation than we, weak humans, sometimes succumb to the power of the Darkness. There are also times when the children of the Darkness discover such feelings as love, which in turn draws them to the Light. Many times the being from Light connects with the one from Darkness, creating a beautiful, but always very sad and desperate love story - because in most cases neither Light nor Darkness want their representatives to mix with each other.

One that would give me a chance at finding a man who would be willing to take whatever I have to “offer.” What the hell did she mean, “offer”? Is it a holiday-themed bazaar? Auction? I’m not sure, but something about the latter — the event being an auction — feels likely. But then again, I haven’t spent twenty-years in the publishing industry without developing a “sense” for language and its use. And “offer” seems like a particularly important, conscious choice. While making my way from the main lodge area to the area that acts like the hotel, I think, Do I really want to go to that kind of thing, though? What if it ’s creepy? Weird? Dodgy?

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

He was already naked, his cock semi-hard and jutting out from his muscular frame, thick veins pulsing along its length. At his age, he was still built like a god, broad shoulders, a chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, and abs that spoke of disciplined strength. He moved to the nightstand drawer, pulling it open with a deliberate slide. My breath hitched as he withdrew a thin silver chain and a leather whip, the handle worn from use. The sight sent a thrill straight to my core, my juices dripping down my thigh. He’d hinted at his darker tastes before, but seeing the tools in his hands made my clit throb with wicked excitement.

As he ran his fingers over her slit, he gathered the moisture and dragged it over her clit. Plucking his fingers in, he began thrusting. Her back arched, but her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth. Spreading her legs, he plucked another finger in and circled her clit, driving her to climax. “Argh!” she moaned, her back arching. As he thrusted once more, a slurp sound escaped, mingling with their ragged breaths. “You’ve crossed a line, kitten, and now you'll face the darkness you've awakened.” He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning.

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

“The sword is a powerful weapon against any being. So, safeguard it with your life.” “Tell them about the book, love.” Everlee smiled at her mate. They really looked perfect together. I wondered if they ever fought over something. From what they just showed us, they never kept secrets from one another. “The Book of Darkness, Liber Umbra, or The Shadow Book can be used for both good and evil, but there’s always a price.” “Like life or soul kind of price?” “Yes, Ryden. It depends on the black magic you want to use. It can bring someone back to life. It can cause severe destruction of any living being. Nothing is good about it, but brings destruction and death.”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.