Dark Fantasy Literature Novels & Stories

I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.

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.

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

I think you’ll like gagging on it. I’ve never been so turned on. How is he perfect? He’s my darkest fantasies, no, my favorite morally gray villains in real life. It’s like he ripped free of the pages and walked into my life, ready to make me come harder than any man ever has before. Us book girlies say we only like them because they’re fictional. We swear left and right that if anything in our books happened in real life that we’d turn and run in the other direction, but I don’t think that’s true. Why? Because I’m faced with a man that should have my alarm bells ringing and instead of wanting to run away, I want to fall to my knees and take whatever he has to give. I couldn’t deny the excit

Olson Embers: A Collection of Dark Fiction by Kenneth W. Cain Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier Tribulations by Richard Thomas Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn Flowers in a Dumpster by Mark Allan Gunnells The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia Things Slip Through by Kevin Lucia Where You Live by Gary McMahon Tricks, Mischief and Mayhem by Daniel I. Russell

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th

For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now. And for my romantasy readers, I also write dark fantasy romance under Penelope Barsetti. My newest release is The Death King, a necromancer intent on revenge...and will unalive anyone who touches his woman.

Long milky blonde hair with a pair of red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby bookstore to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. And I, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley on the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That's the title! That's the book that I want to read! I didn't sleep peacefully instead I died young! And to add salt to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in the Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”