Dark Fantasy Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

Can You Keep A Secret (Nathan & Daniel) ⪻⪻⪻ Romance / Mature : 1. Taming The Wild CEO (Completed on GoodNovel) 2. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits / Dark Pretenses ( Clara Summers & Dean ) 3. Taming The Wild Duke ( William & Kate ) 4. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 5. Irresistible Duology: Simply Irresistible ( Autumn & Phraser ) 6. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan )

He tried to stay quiet, but another moan slipped out before he could stop it. “Ahh… fuck… Damien—?” Damien didn’t answer with words. He just groaned against Elias’s hole and pushed his tongue deeper, licking inside him with wet, obscene sounds. One of his big hands was gripping Elias’s ass cheek, spreading him open while he feasted. Elias’s face burned. His hips twitched helplessly. *He’s insane. He has to be a psychopath. Who the fuck wakes someone up by doing this?* But fuck, it felt good. Too good. The wet heat of Damien’s tongue, the way he was licking him like he was starving, had Elias’s cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.

Nancy’s POV The lodge smelled of pine and candle wax, the air thick with something else—anticipation. The annual fantasy auction was the one night when the pack shed its careful hierarchy, when unmated adults could shed their names and offer up a secret desire without consequence. The bids were anonymous, the buyer masked, and the evening itself was a sacred contract: what happened after the gavel fell stayed between those two.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

I spun her around fast, her back to my chest then shoved her forward until her palms slapped the wall. I hiked her robe up in one rough tug. No panties. Her pussy was already soaked: lips glistening and swollen. I plunged two fingers inside without warning. She gasped, her knees buckling. “You say I’m lying but you’re soaking wet, huh?” I pumped slow, curling deep into her wet flesh. She moaned high, broken, hips twitching as if they were about to pass out. “You all are the same,” I growled against her ear. “Hungry and fucked up. So why don’t you just embrace it? Embrace the darkness.”

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

A man stood in front of me. Close. Too close. For a moment, my brain simply stopped working. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and shirtless. Dark tattoos crawled over one arm and disappeared across his chest. Hard muscle stretched beneath his bronze skin, every line of his body sharp and defined. A small piercing caught the light at the corner of his lower lip, drawing attention to a mouth that looked equally dangerous and distracting. He wasn't young. There was something older about him. More mature. More commanding.

His jaw clenched, and his hands flexed, then the last fragile thread of his control snapped. “God damn you, Nicole,” he snarled, and suddenly, he was kissing me back with ferocious intensity. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep and demanding, tasting of whiskey and pure masculine heat. He backed me up until my thighs hit the edge of the heavy oak desk in the centre of his grand library. With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.