Dark Romance Authors Novels & Stories

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

That’s where the head of the bratva and my hero live. ‘Do you think we would’ve fallen in love if we met under normal circumstances?’ ‘I’d always fall in love with you.’ Anya’s mouth finds mine, and time falls away. Our souls connect, and we become one. Love doesn’t begin to describe what I feel for her. Anya is my beginning and my end. She’s my forever and always. My soulmate. XXX The Present - Three years later… Anya Santini de Luna POV Locking the door of my bookstore, I walk to the back, where Xander Marc Vincent is napping.

Eyes lock across a crowded room, or someone is doing dishes and their partner sneaks up to give them a hug and nibble on their ear. Romance is more than just bedroom mechanics. It’s all the moments leading up to and the moments after. Many romance books have no sex scenes at all, everything is fade to black or behind closed doors. Just like that for them, their small, sweet moments where everything in their relationship which were making their relation more stronger and bringing them closer at moments of life. "I want to say something to you" She said to him, still standing in her position.

The desk, the books, the searing heat of him, it all dissolved into the oppressive, grey light of a Tuesday morning filtering through her cheap blinds. “Bloody hell…” she muttered, burying her face in the pillow. She lay there, heart hammering against her ribs, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat, the ghost of his touch still tingling on her lips, the echo of his groan ringing in her ears. Her chest still heaved as though she had run a mile, skin damp with sweat, lips tingling from phantom kisses. It wasn’t the first time. For weeks she had woken from near-identical dreams, each one more explicit than the last, each one starring the same man, Dr. Davis Clarke, her Literature professor.

“About two hundred times. I think my phone’s algorithm thinks I’m obsessed with your manhwa.” “You’re welcome,” she said smugly. “You know, you should ride that wave. Dark romance is hot right now. Especially the…what do you call it? Enemies-but-not-really, lovers-but-maybe-murder-each-other genre. It’s your thing.” “Yeah, because my life is exactly that: tragic flirting with a side of death threats,” I muttered.

17 VIKTOR She was mine, completely and utterly. But I knew the truth. No matter how tightly I held her, no matter how deeply I pulled her into my darkness, there was always the risk that she would break free. And if she did… I would destroy her. 18 SABRINA There was a coldness in Viktor’s touch, even when it was meant to be warm. His fingers would graze my skin, leaving trails of possession instead of affection. Yet, I leaned into it, craved it. It wasn’t love—at least, not the kind of love I’d once dreamed about.

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

It was nighttime, and Dominic lay in bed with Andra nestled in his arms. The room was bathed in the soft glow of amber light from a single wall sconce. Outside, the distant hum of the city filtered through the closed windows, muffled and unobtrusive. Inside, there was only quiet and warmth.

Elijah grunted Dante shifting in his arms at seeing his mate about to have her life snuffed out. “RAVEN RUN!” Elijah’s warning came a second too late as Dante’s huge black wolf ran into Raven. Tumbling to the ground her hand still in the witch’s hair they fought for the blade. Throwing lightning at Dante failed his speed and accuracy something I hadn’t accounted for. Dante circled back around pulling Raven off his mate. Her blood curdling scream rang out in the night sending chills up my spine. He knew she couldn’t shift; knew she would be an easy target. The choice between his lifelong friends Luna or his own mate wasn’t a choice at all. I knew all too well the strength of the pull to your