Dark Romance Stories Novels & Stories

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

He pulled her closer to his body, warming both their bodies as they collided with one another. He waited for a couple of minutes for the girl to relax before placing a kiss behind her head and he too fell asleep while hugging her close to his warm body.

“I was poisoned by a man I once called friend. He wanted my lands and title. I died slowly in the room just below us, calling out for a wife who was no longer there. The pain was terrible, but the loneliness afterward was worse. I remained trapped here for over a century.” His hand slid lower between my thighs. Cool fingers found me wet and stroked me gently. I moaned softly and pressed back against him. “I am sorry,” I whispered. “You must have been so lonely.” “I was.” his fingers circled my most sensitive spot with perfect pressure. “Until you came to this house. So quiet and gentle, yet full of hidden fire. You have awakened me, Helen.”

Korran She tried to flee, but I caught her by the neck and pinned her to the floor. “You did this!” I growled. My body ached with deadly desires. Her warm chocolate smell filled the entire room, leaving me salivating with extreme pleasures. “You poisoned me!” I said breathing heavily down her neck. My beastly cock rubbed against her pussy. I could feel the heat it produced, like a wolf in mating season. My body ached to drive my cock into her pussy. To feel that warmth surrounding my entire shaft. It had been long I groaned with such desires, since my last mate died.

This time, the lovemaking in the dark room was heavily mixed with their deep, unspoken fear of losing me and their burning, possessive jealousy. They undressed my body with a slow, desperate patience. Alexander captured my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss while Damien dropped down, kissing a trail of fire down my stomach and thighs. They spent a very long time touching every single inch of my skin, licking me and making me feel completely surrounded by their large bodies.

Then Eli bent him over the bed and fucked him again — slow and deep, kissing the back of his neck, whispering how perfect he felt, how long he’d wanted this. Dara curled against Eli’s chest afterward, breathing hard, still trembling. Eli stroked his back, heart still racing, chest tight with something a lot bigger than lust. This was supposed to be just sex. Just getting it out of our systems. But lying here with Dara warm and spent in his arms, he already knew the truth. This wasn’t over. Not even close.

Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers. “We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give It to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars. ******************************* After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about

Julian stayed there for a long time, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving. When he finally pulled back, he didn’t let go of me. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from my damp face. “Your debt is over, Clara,” he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “But our story is just beginning.” He kissed me then—not with the hunger of a predator, but with the quiet, terrifying certainty of a man who would never let his prize go. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, but as Julian pulled me back into his arms, I realized I no longer wanted the key.