Dark Novels Novels & Stories

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

I barely noticed the traffic lights, I was too excited. I had carefully picked out a sexy lingerie. I had even watched pornography and read sex articles on how to seduce a man. Tonight, I was ready to finally use everything I had learned. When I drove into the compound, I noticed two unfamiliar cars parked outside the house. I frowned.” Whose cars are these?”But I didn’t think much of it.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR “Knife-edge desire, nerves strung tight, fiery flashes of spirit…” These are the books of Silvia Liam, a writer from the quiet snowy village of Krasnoznamensk, where she lives with her husband and two children. All around are the grey skies and dark forests that create the melancholy atmosphere in which her dark tales are born. Silvia’s worlds are inhabited by dark wizards and necromancers, the dead arise, phantoms scream and mysterious horsemen ride on scarlet-hooved steeds. True love alone, spiced with light peppery humor, is capable of enduring the trials of the darkest abyss of shadow. The cycle “Overlords of the Undead” by Silvia Liam became a bestseller in Russia and i

The owner spat out causing the boy to shiver. Nicodemus gazed intensely ignoring the talks of his Gamma. He then remembered where he had met the young boy;At a library........ "Are you reading Dark novels??" Nicodemus asked with a smile as he approached the boy who was engrossed in one of the vampire fictions stories. He was particularly intrigued the boy had taken so much passion in reading them. "No sire...I'll rather call them supernatural fictions." The young boy answered sharply. "Hmmm...correct me if I'm wrong but you seem to take passion into these books." Nicodemus replied before taking a seat opposite him.

I almost gagged at the sigh in front of him. “Don’t call me blue balls.” Dominic let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up facing me, stains of blood covering his black jeans but they were barely visible because of the color, but his hands were totally another story. They were covered with blood, I could barely pinpoint his fingers so I tore my eyes from them and did one simple mistake. I looked into his eyes. His green eyes had darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen before. He had this look in his eyes, a look that made you wonder just how many people he killed, or perhaps, he probably lost count with how sane he seemed to be.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

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