Horror Love Story Novels & Stories

I hate his arrogance, hate the suffering that my sisters and I must endure to sustain him, hate the control that he holds and exerts over us all. But I also love Chrys. I don’t want him to regret the way in which we finally find our way together—truly together, openly in love and bound by blood, the way all vampires mark their spouses. Chrys closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. When he opens them, they are filled with determination. ‘No,’ he says, ‘I’ll still do it. I’ll kill him. For you, my love.’

I whispered into the void, my voice quivering with sincerity, "I vow to cherish only you. You alone, my eternal love." I awoke abruptly, drenched in a cold sweat. Nightmares plagued my restless sleep, growing more menacing with each passing night. The fear of witnessing Ginni's transformation into a monstrous apparition kept me from seeking solace in slumber. Ginni Greyback, my chosen mate, the woman who held the key to my heart. She was, and forever will be, the only woman I will ever adore. Her untimely demise came just one day after our union, a tragic consequence of the curse that had befallen my family.

It was a honeymoon that exceeded even their wildest expectations, brimming with moonlit strolls, midnight al fresco meals, and intimate moments by a crackling fireplace. ‌ As they gazed at the moon in each other's company, Andrei and Sabrina came to a profound realization. Their love story wasn't merely a narrative of two individuals from contrasting worlds discovering one another. Instead, it symbolized the strength of empathy, the virtue of forgiveness, and the limitless potential of love that transcended all constraints. ‌ In a world where vampires and werewolves had established harmony, with love reigning supreme, Andrei and Sabrina's extraordinary relationship continued to evolve. It un

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

The Vampire sat up from the bed, and walked to where he heard the loose and scared whimpers. “Gotcha!” Ambrose laughed, bending under the bed before he dragged the young girl out from under the bed, and held her up against him, a mirror in front of them showed the both of them. With Ambrose behind her laughing sinisterly, inhaling her scent that was filled with fear. Yes, fear was what got him off before he feeds on his prey. He kissed the neck of the young woman who cried. “Please don’t..k..kill me, I will.. do anything.” The young woman cried. Her heart was low in her stomach, she was really scared but she tried so hard not to show the night creature that she was scared.

"And guess what, Soleil. The name of the characters here is also familiar. Did you know that the name of the guy here is Hawthorne?" "Really, miss?" "He's a werewolf who fell in love with a mortal whose name was Rosemarie and their love story was hindered by the Moon goddess." She said with no interest at all. She remembers reading that too when she was a kid. Because that book was too old, she searched in bookstores and online but no one was selling those kinds of things, so she searched on the black market and there were a lot of people who were also looking for that book and wanted to buy it, so bidding has happened until it landed to her hand for half a million price.

“Come here.” I crawled over, dropping the blanket I had and slipping under his. We were wrapped up, bare skin on bare skin, heat building fast between the cold and the fire. “This feels illegal,” I said, head on his shoulder. “Good.” He kissed my hair. “Wanna hear a ghost story?” I looked up. “Seriously?” “Yup.” He leaned back, arm tight around me. “Once upon a time, a guy brought his girl to a cursed house during a storm. He said it was safe, but really, he just wanted to make out.”

"We will go out for Halloween, just you and me." A gentle smile curled on her lips. "Then now, I want you to tell me our love story. I can't sleep because you're beside me." Louis delved into their love story, starting with their tumultuous beginning. "We had a one-night stand. That night, you left me feeling a sense of longing I had never experienced before." He paused, observing her heavy eyelids, and continued, "Then we met again at the company, where I was your boss." As he recounted their tangled tale, Vivian's breathing evened out, her eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks as she edged toward slumber. When he reached the part of their journey where their lives became irrevocably intertwin

“Gem!” She dashed through each room, her heart pounding in her chest until she finally stumbled upon the horrifying scene. There lay Gem, lifeless, in a pool of blood, and her holes destroyed. It was the same as Mike and Reed. Before Red could take the next breath, the haunted mansion vanished along with her friends' dead bodies, leaving her frozen and gasping for breath. With the help of a passerby, she was able to return home. As soon as she got there, she told her mother about her pregnancy, and before her father got back from work, they escaped Hamlet together.

I took a screenshot of that moment from that beloved on my mobile. My enemy is sleeping with the last love of my life. I still remember when I first saw Ahana, my enemy, at that time I felt something for her but after knowing her truth I hated her. Well, I also remember that moment when I took Aarzoo in my arms for the first time, the Last love of my life.