Dark Fae Romance Books Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"

This place is like an escape from the constant worry and protectiveness my three brothers possess. I feel like I've been reading for an hour when in reality, it's been a lot longer. I finally lift my head from the book to notice it is dark out and it's raining. Rain taps the glass as it falls from the night sky. "Excuse me, miss." My eyes focus on the old librarian. Her grey hair is over one shoulder, her brown eyes warm as she says, "I'm sorry, but we're closing now."

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

She’s a fierce fire wrapped in soft skin with a heart that somehow manages to hold all of us without breaking. I shift my weight, slowing my pace as the faint scent of wolfsbane cuts through the night. Sharp, metallic and wrong.

I hissed , but my body was already arching into his touch. "Such a liar," Karl purred , crawling onto the bed beside me, his weight dipping the mattress. His fingers trailed up my arm. "Your cunt's dripping for us, Raven. We can smell it." I swallowed hard, my face burning. "I'm not-" "Not what?" Dane said as he leaned down, his lips brushing my temple. "Not wet? Not ours?" His hand slid beneath the hem of the lingerie, his palm flattening against my stomach, his fingers inching lower. "Or are you just scared of how much you want it?"

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

On the night the moon bleeds red, we'll be reunited. 'Forever yours, Damien' I felt Kieran's rage through the mate bond before I saw it on his face. His wolf was pressing so close to the surface that his eyes flashed silver. "He was here," Kieran growled. "In my territory. In your room. And he left this—this obscene love letter about murdering you." "He's trying to provoke you," I said, though my hands were shaking as I held the note. "He wants you angry and reckless." "It's working," Kieran said through gritted teeth.

RHEA “Rhea…” Damien’s voice cracks, raw and strained, like he’s one breath away from snapping. His eyes are pure torment—dark, wild, pupils blown wide as he fights himself. Good. Let him suffer. He tries to pull his hand away, tries to cling to whatever shred of restraint he’s got left, but I don’t let him. I guide his palm from my abdomen upward, pressing it firmly to my breast until he has no choice but to feel me.

The whole time, I can hardly breathe. As soon as he secures the bandage around my arm, the door creaks open. “Kai, baby!” He drops my hand like it burns. I stiffen. My chest cracks open. Vanessa Miller. Kai's late best friend's younger sister and the woman Kai's obsessed with. I turn, against my better judgment as the omega struts across the room like she owns the damn place. I don't know why Kai loves her so much, she's betrayed him over and over.