Dark Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

“The power you carry is not yours. You do not understand what it can do. But we do. You belong with us.” Sky did not answer. Her hand rested on Damian’s chest. She felt the heat of the wound, the black magic spreading slowly. And in that moment something shifted inside her. Not water. Not wind. Something older. Wilder. More dangerous. Deep in her chest a trembling heat gathered. Not a spark. Not a flame. A fire. Not ordinary magic. Something ancient. Something older than the Shadow World itself. Something the world had forgotten. Dragon fire. The ancient blood thundered in her veins. The creatures fell silent. The fog thickened. The world seemed to hold its breath.

I wince, and bite down on my lower lip as I met with his eyes which glared down furiously into mine, his cerulean blue eyes, icy and cold. Yet, as I gulp, forcing myself not to waver and glance down in fear like usual, I couldn’t help the shivers running down my spine. I felt desire and anger all at once, and frustratingly desire was winning. I was mad at him, but the fucking mate bond just had to distract my feelings each time, and all I could think of was him between my legs as he gave me a really good fuck, but that wasn’t going to even happen, so I better push that thought at the back of my mind, trying to conceal it, suppressing my hussey of a wolf as she yearned to mate with his wolf.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“But I came in a strange way.” “Water under the bridge Nara, kiss me.” he said and leaned towards her to take her mouth in a deep kiss. As she responded, he pulled his lips away and gazed into her dazed eyes. He liked the way they always got heavy lidded after kissing. “We can actually make love in this jungle.” he said suggestively, nibbling her lips. “Please, no way.” Inara whined in protest. “Then start riding back home. If I get to you, we’ll make love out here.”

“I don't think; I know it. Those two always end up with the same woman. It's like a curse or something. They can't help it. They have this—this competition. They’re like sharks smelling blood in the water. I should have known the second I heard you were working as his PA.” Looking at the man blocking my exit, my initial anger is melting away, and then there is this sharp pity. He's not just heartbroken; he's completely unmoored, inventing a reality where my choices are driven by some twisted family dynamic rather than his own neglect. "Odin," my voice drops to a dangerously quiet level. "Listen to me very carefully. You want to know what I did? I fell in love with Axel. That's it. It's a sim

I chanted as he slid his fingers out and licked it I scrunched my nose as he chuckled and his eyes became dark all of a sudden. The wind began to howl and blow fiercely as he pushed me onto my back. The shutters flew about as the fire went off. Everywhere became dark and Scary as his fangs grazed my neck before piercing me deep. I screamed in pain but later began to moan and thrash on the bed. .. .. 💕 Unknown POV 💕 .. ..

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

I let the fantasy run where it wanted to run, my own hands moving with a will that had nothing to do with reason, feeling the silk of the nightgown and underneath it my own warmth, the deep persistent pull that had been building since a seascape in a gallery and had not once let me entirely alone since. My breath came uneven in the dark of the empty room. My back arched and I pressed my lips together and thought about storm-dark eyes and a voice like rough silk and the word someday spoken with the certainty of a man who meant it, and let the wanting crest and break through me in a wave that I rode with my jaw set and my breath swallowed and my body finally, finally saying the same thing my m