Novel & Cerita Dark Fae Romance Books

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I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

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Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

“We’ve received a trade proposal from Northern Crescent Pack. An exchange of daughters to strengthen alliances. Blood ties. Standard politics.” Murmurs. “Which daughter?” someone asked. Alpha’s eyes flicked to us. “Summers girls.” Dad stood fast. “Ashley’s newly mated. Luna. She can’t go.” “Exactly,” Alpha said. “So it falls to Ashleigh.” Every head turned. I laughed loudly. “Oh, this is rich. I’m the consolation prize? Rejected, framed, useless? Perfect trade bait.” Ethan glared. “It’s not personal.”

“I’m afraid not. You hunted my betrothed and found her. You know where she is. You cannot live.” With a final pulse of power, I ripped his immortal essence from him and inhaled the feeling of dark power it filled me with, as I absorbed his spirit. Power rippled along my arms, like curls of black fire, and my strength flowed through me, making me invincible for a moment. I turned my head back to the bar and thought of Aria. I could steal her easily now, rip her from this mundane life and bring her home. She wouldn’t be able to fight me right now, with another fae’s immortality making me stronger than ever.

Dawn never quite arrived. The Witchfire storm burned the horizon white, then guttered to ash, leaving the sky the color of old iron. Smoke drifted in ragged curtains across the broken bridge, carrying the metallic tang of spells burned out and bodies that never were. The Dominion ranks had withdrawn before sunrise—orderly, eerily silent—leaving only scorched glass and sigils cooling like brands. Kaelira stood at the cliff’s edge until the last echo of marching faded. Her wolf paced under her skin, restless. The witch in her counted breaths, measuring the way the bond dragged and then steadied, dragged and steadied, until Zevran’s pulse matched hers again.

Kael’s body went completely rigid, his fingers stilled inside me and his whole frame tensed like he had been electrocuted. His eyes, which had been that soft silver, suddenly flickered and changed. “No,” I heard Kael’s voice say, but it sounded distant and strained. “Not now, please not now.” But it was too late. I watched in horror as his eyes shifted from silver to that dark gray I knew so well. The expression on his face transformed from desire to confusion to absolute rage in the span of about two seconds. Nathan was back. And he was currently kneeling over me with his fingers buried inside my body while I lay completely naked beneath him.

and I obeyed, heart racing, hating it. After that, things got darker. Friday nights in the library became impossible as I balanced school and him. I remember the first real fear: I came home late from studying. The lights in our apartment were off. Before I could react, Caleb appeared from the shadows, fists clenched. “What time is it?” he demanded, pinning me to the wall. My books fell. “I-I was at the hospital,” I whispered. He sneered in the dark. “Don’t lie,” he snarled.