Novel & Cerita Dark Fae Romance Books

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense Blackwood forest. The annual Blood Moon Hunt had begun, and every young wolf in the pack was out proving their strength. Selene Rivers should have been among them, chasing down prey, testing her abilities. Instead, she was running not as a predator, but as a girl desperate to escape the fate that had been carved out for her since birth. Her father, Alpha Gideon Rivers, had made it clear she was to be mated to Damon Hale, the strongest warrior in the pack, a union meant to solidify Blackwood’s power. But Selene didn’t want power. She didn’t want Damon. She wanted choice.

Using my torchlight, I scanned several shelves for book titles that'll hint about prophecies or true mate. The deeper I stepped into the library, the eerily silent the place seemed. I rubbed my arms, regretting my choice of outfit for this escapade. Note for next time: Flowing gala gowns are not suitable for sneaking out. Then I saw it. A big heavy looking book with dark cover. It sat on a stool, dust covering every inch of the surface. It wouldn't hurt to check it out. After minutes of turning and skimming several pages, I finally found it.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

“I’m guessing that Amelia used her rudeness to get you to sour the scent of your blood with your anger so that she could overcome her driving desire to suck you dry.” “Am I understanding correctly? The fairies have to protect themselves from becoming the vampire’s favorite meal, yet, they’re going to team up with them to fight against the werewolves?” I asked with a wrinkled brow. “You look adorable with your face all scrunched up like that,” he teased. When I blew out a bunch of air in frustration, he added, “Yes, you are understanding correctly.” “That’s a little crazy, isn’t it?” “It is,” he said, thoughtfully, “or it would be if we weren’t armed with magic. We’ll be camouflaging our s

They unfurl with a regal grace, spanning wide to catch the currents of the wind, propelling us ever higher into the boundless expanse above. Rhaenan's words echo in my mind, reminding me of the fae's ability to summon their wings at will, a manifestation and hide them when not needed. Nestled against Valen's powerful frame, I am keenly aware of every subtle movement of his muscles, each flex and shift conveying a sense of strength and purpose. The warmth radiating from his body envelops me, a comforting embrace amidst the coolness of the night air. A rich, earthy scent mingles with the faint aroma of mint, an intoxicating blend that lingers in the air and soothes my senses.

~~~~THE END~~~~~ Thank you all so so much for completing this journey with me. I appreciate your comments, love, support; you all have been my backbone. I can't wait to share more amazing stories with you. Don't forget to check out my new forbidden romance book: MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEPBROTHER, under the pen name, VELVET DESIRES. This isn’t your typical love story—it is totally intense. Please drop your comments on the book. Who was your favorite character(s)? Which part did you like the most? Which was most emotional for you? I can't wait to read it all🥰 Thank you!

And now the means sits before me, if only I continue playing my cards right. Roman's dark reputation initially gave me pause. But the more I'm around him, the more certain I become that his ruthless nature is precisely what I need to fuel my vengeance. With him as my mate, none will dare stand in my way. Not even Dorian, though he desperately tries. Again and again he's accosted me, begging me to change my mind. Swearing I'm his true mate despite all evidence to the contrary. It sickens me to recall how deeply his lies hooked into my naive heart before. How easily I believed his proclamations of love and devotion, blind to the viper lurking beneath.