Dark Fae Romance Books Novels & Stories

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

I think. Night comes and I finish the emotional rollercoaster that was that fae romance book. There were twists I wasn’t expecting, and the deep connection those two had - it made everything feel so real. I glance at the author’s bio on the back and wonder if she actually knows about mates, or about real fae beings. Could it really be something like that? The faint image of Drake crosses my mind, but I push it to the side. I stand up and start dinner to do literally anything else right now.

Until now. And up until now, she would have sworn that that romance books were too dramatic, but in the last few days, her views had drastically changed. It was indeed true that because of a man, your knees could buckle, your heart could race, and you could be lifted to heights of ecstasy and pleasure you never once dreamed possible. It was true that fiction could become real life. "We're like two magical Wolverines," he said into her hair after he must have kissed her for like the fiftieth time that day.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

she muttered under her breath as she pushed open the rusty iron gates, cringing at the scraping noise it made on a stone hidden under the thick layer of snow. Vampire hearing is extremely sharp. It doesn’t matter how far they are inside the manor, they would have definitely heard that scraping noise, Zaira thought as she hurried inside the manor grounds and crossed the little driveway to the fountain right before the manor entrance. She ducked behind it. The fountain didn’t have any water, but there was plenty of snow inside it to cover up the dried, rotting leaves that had fallen from the giant trees around it. A lone fairy with a pitcher in hand stood at its centre, but no water fell. The

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.

It took a step toward me, then paused, before turning away. My heart raced as I watched the beast disappear into the night. The adrenaline coursing through me was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but follow. It led me to the edge of the French Quarter, where the buildings gave way to the swampy fringe of the city. The moon cast a silver glow over the murky waters, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and life. As I ventured deeper into the shadows, I heard the distant sound of a struggle, the grunts of a fight punctuating the stillness. My instincts screamed at me to stay away, but the book's stories of the werewolves' code of honor and protection spurred me on.

And then Anna came out of the house as well, she greeted Jennie farewell on the porch, and I almost roll my eyes because she was coming along. Actually, I rolled my eyes and sighed before folding my hands across my chest. And when Anna sat next to Arden in front, I huffed and looked away. A part of me wondered what life was waiting for me in Darkmist Pack. My past life wasn't the best in the pack, I was a shadow - hated by many and betrayed by the people I loved the most. This time I am going back a lot wiser and being eighteen gives me lots of edge - no one would ever suspect that I am there to ruin them all.

Distractedly, I left the book I wanted to pull behind and walked towards the table. Lily’s light scent of flowers hung in the air, and instinctively I just knew that was where she had been researching the day before. Curiously, I looked at the books on the table. One of them looked older than the rest. It’s pages were already yellowed and a corner looked burned off. With a frown, I held the thick back of the book and closed it to see the cover. FAE: The primals in human skin. Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title.