Horror Books With Romance Novels & Stories

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

He would burn the world before letting her go. But would she let him? That night, Aria found herself restless again. She wandered the halls until she stumbled into the library, its shelves towering high, filled with centuries of forgotten lore. She trailed her fingers along the spines of old tomes until a worn, leather-bound book caught her eye. It practically hummed beneath her touch. Opening it, she found passages about revenants, about ancient blood magic that twisted wolves into something monstrous. But what struck her most were the warnings—about how such magic was always tied to bonds, to love, to power greater than flesh.

His shirt shifted as a cool breeze brushed across his chest, raising goosebumps. Then— A touch. Cool. Deliberate. It traced down the length of his torso, sending shock through his body. Ben’s eyes flew open. Hovering above him was the girl from his dreams. Her brown eyes were wide, just as startled as he was. Her light blond hair hung loose in a braid, nearly brushing his chest. He gasped. And came hard all over his hand.

I hope I do not end up screaming so loudly that my baby decides to make an early entrance into the world. I have always preferred romance novels over any other genre. There is something comforting about them, even if they do not always reflect reality. Horror, on the other hand, fills me with dread. It gives me a wild imagination, and I often end up with nightmares after reading or watching anything scary. I remember the times in school when my roommates would roll their eyes at me during horror movies because I could not stop screaming. Eventually, they would kick me out of the room, and I would miss the rest of the movie. The memory makes me giggle, though it is tinged with a hint of nosta

he warned. Her eyes widened at the sound of that, staring back at him with nothing but renewed horror. What was that even supposed to mean? Was that his attempt to make her feel better about this, to help her relax? Well it failed miserably, because now she was more scared than ever. She was literally pissing her panties. How was she supposed to do that? How was she to avoid such a thing, when she hadn't the faintest clue about what he was like, what ticked him and what didn't. She had read about gods and mythology -like any other human being who had nothing better to do with their spare time- but she evidently hadn't thought that she would ever get to meet one, IN THE FLESH! Or be the soulm

It was wild, not aimed at Liora, but it was aimed at the journal. Time slowed. Ash lunged, as Ronan moved, but too late, the hatchet spun fast, flying for the glowing book. Liora, acting on deep instinct, didn’t try to stop it, she just threw herself in front. The blade meant for the journal sank deep into her side. She cried out, more shocked than hurt, and fell. The moment she touched the ground, her link to the journal broke. The book dropped, light fading, and the hum stopped; it was so quiet it was loud. The hunter stared, his anger turning to shocked horror.

Goosebumps erupted across my skin as the cool air hit me. "Lyra.." he whispered against my face, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol. He pressed his lips to my neck again, and my back arched off the bed involuntarily. My head pressed back into the mattress as sensations I'd never felt before coursed through me. He trailed kisses up to my face before his lips found mine. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, making my stomach flip and twist with nervous excitement. I could feel him struggling with his pants, and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I couldn't tell if I was panicking or just incredibly excited.

"Nah! No third option, Riri," Beatrix gulped. The title of the second book was 'The troublesome flowers'. It may seem like an interesting book about beautiful ladies and romance but really it's not. It was a horror story. Half a page of this book that she glanced at last year made her have sleepless nights. This book served the purpose of building the heart's strength and courage. A wizard or witch from time to time would go on missions. None of them was a stroll in the park. If one was not valiant, he/she wouldn't be able to do so. But she was still a babe. How can he read this sort of book to her? Is he truly her brother?

He figured why risk going back to the Black Hole Café after what happened only a few hours ago? He sat at the counter and ordered some food. But he wasn’t the only one there at the counter. The most delicious blond human sat beside him reading a book while she ate her own food. He couldn’t see the title of the book until he looked into the reflection of the napkin holder. Okay, that was a surprise. The book cover looked nothing like the woman that sat beside him. It clearly was something steamy and if he wasn’t mistaken but there was a wolf in the background with the moon. Either werewolves or monsters fascinated her in relation to romance. Or she knew they existed and thought, those books a