Darkromance Novels & Stories

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

The moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind us, the world outside dissolved into the dark roar of the lake storm. I kissed Damon with a fierce, ravenous intensity, pouring all the pent-up rage, disgust, and electric adrenaline from the night straight into his mouth. Damon let out a low, dangerous growl deep in his chest. His massive hands didn't hesitate; one broad palm clamped around the back of my neck, holding me steady, while his other arm wrapped like an iron band around my waist, lifting me completely off my feet and pressing my back hard against the heavy oak door.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be swallowed up in this moment of extreme intimacy and surrender. He lowered my legs after he had finished cleaning me and moved to my side on the bed. We lay in the dark, flickering flames casting shadows over the dark walls. Our hot naked thighs rubbed against one another, the small hairs on his legs almost tickled the bare skin on my own. His cock was half flaccid and I had to hope that he was not done with me yet. My hands glanced along his dick which was now resting on his muscled thigh as if it were a sleeping little animal.

LEMUEL’S WORDS INTRIGUED Michael and he paid rapt attention to him. “Consider me a schoolboy right now.” He said lightly, eliciting a slight chuckle from him. “Well, here we go. One day two young women decided to play a dark supernatural game called the last dare.” “Hmm.” “Yeah. So in this game, they must give each other a life-changing dare.” “That is reckless.” “I agree. One’s dare was to frame a guy for pregnancy and follow it through to the end.”

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

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

This is an erotic dark romance story that will pertain to the following topics. If they are triggering, please remember to keep your mental health a priority above any source of entertainment. TRIGGER WARNINGS: -Murder -Blood -Methods of torture -Loss of virtue -BDSM -Binding -Spanking -Explicit language -Explicit Sexual situations -Exhibitionism -Sex without a condom -Gun Play -Obsession -Bullying (at a young age) If you are prepared to venture into the obsessive love Jackson Maldori has for Amara Brady then proceed with the aforementioned caution. Because although this is a beautiful story with everything from heart to heat, it isn't exactly an easy road ahead...

My gaze flicked up just in time to catch the dark, frustrated look on his face, a deep frown carved between his brows. “What—” he started, but his words died off with a sharp curse as I began stroking him again, my breathing quick and unsteady. I licked my lips, smiling through my own shaky breaths as I whispered, voice dripping with need, “I want you to cum all over my slutty face,” “Paint me with it—mark me like I belong to you.” “Fuck, you’re crazy, aren’t you?” Alaric hissed, but he didn’t stop.

Korran The bloodshed hadn't solved anything. My groin hardened underneath the towel I wrapped around my waist. “She's your maid. Yours to command,” my beast said to me. “No! She'll never be yours. She'll never love you,” the darkness whispered to me. I walked into the bathroom, battling for dominance with Strigurd. The massive lycan was starting to take over. “I want the touch of my mate!” He growled. “You can't deny me that forever.”

They were deeply involved in a passionate kiss. Lysander cleared his throat and looked away shyly, an uncharacteristic bashfulness crossing his face. Camille, however, stood there with a look of pure amusement, her arms crossed. I just felt awkward, like I’d walked into the wrong bathroom. Domenic pulled away, his green eyes flashing with a predatory amber light as he glared at the intruders. No one needed to tell me for me to know that this is Domenic Darkshadow, prince of the vampires and also a very powerful man. His stance says it all. The woman immediately hid her face in the crook of his neck, her cheeks burning a bright pink.