Dark Romance Fantasy Novels & Stories

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

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With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

I repeat, though deep down, I know I just wanted to be the one to do it first. He doesn’t answer. Or chooses not to. He’s the oldest among us three. And we all know he has to be sure of what we’re sensing. His eyes change. Pupils dilate, swallowing all color. Black. Dark as the deepest night. "I just need to know," he whispers. Then he kisses her. At first, it’s barely a touch. But when Natalia’s light resurfaces and wraps around him, Roman deepens the kiss. Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her.

**Warning - This chapter contains dark themes. For those of you who have read the original series, Cole (formally Alexander) Is going to be a lot meaner and a lot darker in this rewrite** Chapter Ten Cole’s Point of View Belle left the room very quickily and soon, it was just me and my new toy. She doesn’t know it yet, but I have big, big plans for her. She’s not going to be just a normal slave, oh no. While I certainly preferred the sexual company of other vampires, male and female, a human offers … warmth that they just can’t provide sometimes.

I always liked happy endings I am not a fan of sad or tragic endings so yeah. I already mentioned the book will be a little realistic mixed with fantasy so it was always on you to read it despite the warnings. Dark romance having a tag of forced love mostly has this type of story trope so, of course, you started this story with an open mind. You should know what you’re reading through tags and warnings which I gave many times. It was always your choice.

His ass glistened under the dim light, a canvas of red and desire, as I pressed forward, my massive cock breaching him with a force that split the night, each thrust a violent poem written in blood and sweat. I fucked him hard, our bodies sliding in the pooling crimson like lovers in a forbidden ritual, his screams echoing off the walls—raw, primal cries that twisted pleasure and agony into something beautifully savage. “Take it all, my dark angel,” I snarled, gripping his hips to drive deeper, the blood smearing us both as his body arched and begged for more, turning the horror into a hypnotic dance of dominance and surrender. As I drove into Kyle with unrelenting force, his wet body rockin

“My father’s name is Cramby; like mine.” “An empyrean is a type of fairy. Your father is a fairy ,” Hap said. I’d grown tired of denying the wild stories they kept telling me about mythical creatures being real, so I went with it and simply asked, “Is that good or bad?” “Not only does fairy taste delicious to those who aren’t fairy, but it’s addictive. Fairies are highly sexual and great in bed. Although a bit too demanding for a human to keep up with. They also have a magical side that wolves would love to possess. So, for them, it’s good,” Hap said. “Here’s the kicker. Your mother also has fairy blood in her from your grandfather’s side, although not as strong. I like to tease her

(Lucas’ Pov– A Few Days Ago) The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating the room in a soft, eerie light. Outside, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the island, their relentless rhythm matching the simmering rage that had lived inside me for years. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Rico sat across from me, his fingers tapping against the polished wooden table. His dark eyes studied me with a mix of curiosity and unease.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin