Novel & Cerita Good Paranormal Romance

─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ Nothing about this place gives me comfort. Not the overly attractive women sipping wine—fangs flashing in the light—nor the men with their dark gazes, watching me fidget on Rafaele’s thighs. His body heat far too hot for someone who’s supposed to be undead. But what I want more than anything is to talk to Romano. I need to understand what the fuck all this is about. If he was looking at me that is.

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He flips through the book again, scanning the pages as he spoke. “It’s surprising, though. There are no records of any other werewolves—Pureblood or hybrid—who have possessed these two gifts at the same time.” I stay quiet for a while, absorbing his words. Then, without thinking, I reach forward. “I’m sure there’s something in here…” Our fingers brush against each other as I take the book from him. A small jolt runs through me, and I look up to see his eyes on me. Swallowing hard, I try to ignore the warmth of his skin, and pull the Codex closer.

She was only one of a few of her kind, and people seemed to regard the existence of Truebloods with as much dread as happiness. “Of course you aren’t an abomination. Parsh is narrowminded, and he’s lost all touch with his emotions. It appears he’s clung to a few of the negative ones, but all the positive ones are gone. He’s let them go to survive and avoid succumbing to noir.” “What do you mean?”

It was obvious to see that he was serious to find out the truth about André’s unclear possession. “Oh, actually, you are in luck Father Marcus.” The priest beamed a smile on him then. “The next case will be just south of the city of Prague. It is in Dob?í?, I believe. A quiet town, which is very typical for a demonic possession case.” Well, that did please Marcus more. “And what of the victim? Is it typical too?” he further queried. “It is, ” was Father Julien’s quick reply. “Very. A widowed man in his early forties who is the caretaker of the castle.”

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

His glimmer ability—which is part of being a werewolf—works on most people, and he can make nearly anyone like him. Me being one of the exceptions. I like Gregory for who he is. I can tell when I’m being glimmered—the attraction to someone feels different—and he hasn’t used that on me in a long time. Our relationship is a two-way road, and he doesn’t have that with most people. I’d like to think that what we have is special. "They'll be fine." I yawn. "What's-Her-Name will take them to Professor Khalek's house."

“I guess it’s time to get to work.” Ben pushed himself up then grabbed his bag off the floor and went back downstairs. Yesterday’s storm had knocked down a tree and broke out a few panes of window. The glazier was due to deliver the new glass sometime today, so Ben was using the opportunity to spruce up the home before the owners arrived. Maybe if he did a good enough job, they’d ask for him to come back since he already knew it so well. He didn’t know much about them other than they were descendants of the Parker family, one of the oldest bloodlines among the supernaturals on Earth.

“Just leave anything personal out.” She looked up. “Of course. I’m not here to dig up dirt, Damon. I just… like spending time with you.” The way she said my name—quiet and unguarded—stopped me cold. And then she said something that changed the tone completely. “I’ve been having dreams lately. Weird ones. Sometimes they feel like… flashes of something old. Familiar. And lately—right before my birthday—I’ve just been… feeling different.” My chest tightened. “You think it’s just nerves?”

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.