Dark Romance Fiction Novels & Stories

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

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.

Also for the people who haven't understood. This is a dark romance so there will be the dark concept. And you already know I don't do injustice with my characters so don't worry once asshole can't be a forever asshole in my book at least so yeah. I will also put a disclaimer soon.

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.

"Love is the strongest weapon we have against darkness," he had said. Eli turned to the girl he loved and took her hand. With all his heart, he poured his love into her, and suddenly, the darkness began to recede. The other vampires joined in, pouring their love into the battle, and together they were able to push back the darkness.

I feel her muscles coil, ready to fight or flee, but she does neither, she remains still, her breath held, her body taut, and I wait, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the weight of my presence, the inevitability of my claim, the inescapable truth that she is mine, that she has always been mine, that she will always be mine, and then she speaks, her voice hoarse, barely a whisper, "Why do you do this to me?" I do not answer immediately, instead I tighten my arms around her, pulling her closer, pressing my face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her, the clean, fresh scent of soap and water and woman, and I feel a wave of emotion that I cannot name, a mix of possession and t

His hands came to my face, both of them, the same hold as the café but different now, not framing, holding, his palms warm against my jaw and the rain coming down beyond the overhang and the saxophone still faintly audible from inside the lounge. He kissed me like he had been reading me for months and knew exactly what I had needed and was delivering it with the precision of that knowledge. Not rushed. Not greedy. Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.