Darkest Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

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

“Prepare her for the sex battle and get her in the ring. I’ll be her opponent for the night. The winner gets to fuck his opponent senseless…without a condom.” *** Hello, everyone. This book will probably be released next month so anticipate!!! This time, I have taken note of all your complaints and corrections concerning my previous books and I promise that this one will be a work of art. It’s going to be a very dark romance, coupled with dangerous secrets, fiery pleasure, nail-biting suspense and most importantly, the sexiest Italian men ever written!! ANTICIPATE!!

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now. And for my romantasy readers, I also write dark fantasy romance under Penelope Barsetti. My newest release is The Death King, a necromancer intent on revenge...and will unalive anyone who touches his woman.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

I try to see my savior's face, but the darkness is closing in too fast. My last coherent thought before consciousness leaves me is a desperate prayer to whoever might be listening: Please don't let Maya and Derek win. Please don't let this be how my story ends. Please let me live long enough to make them pay. Then the world goes black, and I fall into an abyss where their laughter can't reach me, where their cruelty can't touch me, where something that feels impossibly like salvation waits in the darkness. But salvation is dangerous for girls like me. Hope is what got me here in the first place. And hope, I'm learning, can be the cruelest weapon of all.

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.

"Come, Founder. Let us see if your bond is stronger than the curse of the Wolf Mother." She opened a rift in the world. A scar of silver light. The shadows surged through it, dragging my mate into the abyss. She stepped through. The rift began to close. I stood in the ruins of my home. Blood on my hands. My heart ripped from my chest. But I was an Omega. I was the Queen of Steel. I was the Founder of the Unmasked. And I was going to burn the universe down to get him back. I grabbed the armory keys.

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.