Dark Thrillers Novels & Stories

“Is there a pattern between them?” “It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tapping down against the whiteboard to indicate his case notes. “It seems that a serial killer is on the loose. He kidnaps the girls, rapes them and then tortures them to death.” I jolted backwards, mortified at this revelation. “What a bastard,” Zayn gritted through clenched teeth, balling his hands into fists, his veins pulsating their way to the surface of his skin alarmingly as his blood began to boil.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

Christophe kissed her breathless, long, deep, drugging kisses that stole the soul from her body and melted her into a quivering length of subservience. Only then did he lift his head again and slide with aching slowness down the length of her extended body, making love to every part of her he could reach. The tip of his tongue dipped into her navel and she whimpered with an intolerable desire, jack-knifing wildly under the taunting, teasing fingers skimming her unbearably tender nipples. Lara couldn’t stay still but he forced her still with powerful hands, forcing her to endure every maddening second of his tormenting assault. Her entire body was possessed by an electrifying excitement and y

He scoffs before walking off as if no one is there beside his fellow Shade member. After the quiet passing of the alive creature patrolling, Salavanta resumes unlocking the rest of the concealments. She flips open the trap door and then uses those dark eyes to loom down the ladder. Though there is nothing she can make out other than the ladder itself and the dirt surface that leads to a dungeon. Muffle moans escape the air which sends dread down both the captain’s spine and her other three crewmates. Lard looks at the three. “Good luck.” They all nod in agreement and slide down the ladder. First, it was the redhead that goes first followed by Romera, and then finally the bigger man Garth. La

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“ Vampires are bloodthirsty and ten times stronger and faster than humans. So if you have the opportunity to kill one, do it. Because they would do much worse to you.” “What could be worse than death?” he questioned “Trust me.” she said, picking up a small towel and wrapping it around her neck. “ A lot of things could be worse than death. Remember that. Class is over. Any questions?” Daniel stared at the sweaty form of Annabelle as she wiped her face with the towel. She was currently wearing a black sports bra and black shorts that were way too short, revealing her long tanned legs. Her fists were covered with white tapes and her hair was in a ponytail. She looked like quite the bombshell

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

The lust we're both feeling. He kept on banging me hard and I screamed the pleasure was taking me to the center of madness. He hold my hair as he bang my entrance from the back, it was like I was being tortured by him, he has driven me crazy with the way he teased me with his hard torso. "Now it's your turn to make me go crazy,'' he muttered as I got on top of him. Seeing his long and hard torso, I centered myself on it as I began to ride him gently. He closed his eyes as he folded my two breasts. I increased the pace. He was inside me and I could feel the pleasure. I stopped the pace, now you have to give me a blow job he whispered and I nodded. Getting down on my knees he shoved his hard t