Dark Romantic Books Novels & Stories

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th

Enjoy! Also, If you crave intense, slow-burn, dark, taboo romance with a deliciously dark edge, dripping with passion, obsession, secrets, tension, and twists that will test every boundary and leave you gasping for more, check out my new book, MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEP-BROTHER.

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

Viktor looked at Nyra. “You still choose difficult company.” “Still breathing too confidently,” she replied. He laughed softly. “Straight to hostility. I missed that.” Sebastian took one step forward. “Why here?” Viktor’s expression shifted. “Because places like this remind people what they pretend to believe in.” His gaze sharpened. “And because grief sounds louder in abandoned rooms.” Sebastian’s hand tightened. “You brought my wife into this twice now.” “I brought memory. You supplied pain.” Nyra saw it happen before Sebastian moved—the precise second restraint broke.

He makes me suck his cock while I tease my own clit and when I’m about to come, he finishes deep between my legs while I scream his name. I noticed a change in him, too. He cuddles me at night in the darkness after fucking me into submission. He whispers sweet things in my ear. He tells me he’ll slay a dragon for me. He’ll invade a kingdom for me. He’ll give me the world, and all I have to do is ask. But eventually, I need to eat, so when Mil asked me out to lunch, I decide to accept. “When will you be back?” Nikolai looked at me like he’s about to rip my clothes off and refuses to let me go.

My fingers clutch his shirt, needing to hold onto something as my knees threaten to betray me. "You shouldn't," I whisper, breathless, even though I'm the one closing the gap this time. "I know," he says, and then he kisses me again-this time deeper, desperate. Like he's starved and I'm the only thing that's ever tasted right. Tell me if this isn't my dark romance book right here, what it is... If there's anything... I didn't see my day ending with Dominic not to talk of getting kissed by him. Someone tell me this ain't no dream. Tell me, this is happening for real.