Dark Romance Fiction Novels & Stories

He had only wanted to get my attention by being with her, but now he had caused irreparable damage. He couldn't meet my eyes, couldn't admit to his mistake. Instead, he placed all the blame on Darcy. Felix kicked Darcy to the ground and used a knife to ruin her face, making her suffer through everything I had endured. The excruciating pain shattered Darcy's dreams of marrying into a wealthy family. She screamed, begging for mercy.

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.

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

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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.

“You are my home.” They moved together like they’d never been apart, like they knew every rhythm of each other’s bodies. The pace was slow, sensual—more about connection than conquest. Every kiss, every touch, was an apology, a promise, and a declaration. When it finally washed over them, it did so in waves—breathless, shuddering waves that left them gasping, clinging to each other in the aftermath. Dominic rolled to the side, pulling her into his arms, holding her like something sacred.

"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 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 tenderness and something darker, something that wants to break her and rebuild her, to destroy her and save her, to make her understand that this is not cruelty, this is not punishment, this is love, the only love I know how to give, the only love that a wolf like me can offer, a love that is fierce and brutal and consuming, a love that demands everything and gives everything in return, and I say, my voice soft against he

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.