Dark Romance Book Series Novels & Stories

“What was it about?” “If I remember correctly, it started with these two vampires that were madly in love with each other. The first four books were all about their love story. Then another vampire came along and took the hero’s attention, so the heroine vampire spent the rest of the books trying to kill him. That’s what made me move on to another series.” She picked up several books and put them on the bed. “I read romance for the love, not for all the hate.” “You didn’t read all of these books?”

- Damon answered, still not able to fully believe in what had happened. - That's impossible, the Lake of Darkness always takes away every spell, and the charm is no exception.- Alice interjected, very surprised at what she heard. However, Alice felt in Damon's aura that no significant change had occurred within him. She was glad that the waters of the Lake of Darkness did not at least disturb the structure of the aura. - I know. Which is why I don't understand how I can still love Selene, and I know how I feel.- Damon pointed out.

He thought about the rewards that awaited him, not just for locating the crystal, but finally enslaving the famous enchantress. When Dominic first met up with Tara in the grove, he had to stifle the emotions that threatened to surface and ruin everything. He hadn’t expected seeing her would heighten the flame of his desire for revenge and to force her to do his bidding for eternity. “You’ll soon be bound to me for eternity, my love,” Dominic whispered as he slowly unbuttoned her camp shirt. “You lose. That pest you call brother loses and that old woman downstairs... well, let’s just say things are going to change around here, shall we?”

And the more I think about it, the further that need seems to reach. I don’t just want gentle. I want demanding and possessive. I want to find out what happens when I stop pretending I don’t have darker desires and let someone drag every single one of them into the light. Jesus. It seems this heat is awakening a few things I didn’t know I wanted. Or maybe it’s having four werewolf mates… Or what if it was there all along?... Maybe I just never felt safe enough to open that box before. I tilt my head to the side. Alaric leans in, his teeth grazing over the delicate skin on my neck, then he kisses me there before pulling back with a cocky smirk. Bastard.

He was probably giving me an escape route. “I’m an early riser,” I answered truthfully, voice hushed. But instead of leaving, I snuggled up to his side. The scent of dark chocolate with an undertone of spices and something darker that was entirely Erick washed over me, calming my nerves. How did I get caught up in all this? It won’t be long before Erick gets crowned king of the entire vampire race... and me, the queen. There were no choices and no other options for the both of us. He said it himself; there wouldn’t be anyone else for either of us. We were bound together for eternity. However, I wasn’t ready for it. Not yet. It felt like everything was happening too fast and too soon.

He had slipped it onto my finger and kissed me in the firelight and I had felt the dark thrill of it move through me and had not examined the darkness in the thrill. I examined it now, sitting on the stone steps of Brocandale Manor three weeks later with the diamond catching the last of the evening light and sending its fractured promises across my skin. The divorce was not final. Josiah had not been served, or had been served and had not responded, or the process was moving through its necessary channels at the pace these things moved. Carlisle had handled it, or was handling it, or someone he employed was handling it. The details arrived to me in the same vague and reassuring register as e

J About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter.

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

They were meant to be real. From the streets of Palermo to the crypts beneath Sicily, from betrayal to redemption, this series became more than just a dark romance — it became a story about what love looks like when it’s forged in ruin. About two people who refused to stay victims of their pasts, who built something sacred in a world that only understood destruction. There were moments in writing this saga where I cried for them. Moments where I hated them.

Because of it’s infrequent use, it always smelt musty and damp. Doran and Asher had made it there before me and were waiting inside. As I sat down, Doran gave me a bemused look. “I saw quite a sight this morning, a very angry, but very beautiful, naked woman stormed past me on my way here” he raised his eyebrows “that wouldn't have had anything to do with you, would it?” “Of course not” I replied innocently. Asher rolled his eyes. He didn't approve of anything that wasn't work or for the benefit of the pack. He would likely take my position if it ever became available. Although seeing as that would be a result of my death, I hoped not. Doran however, chuckled. He found his mate, Bessie, very