Horror Romance Manga Novels & Stories

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

= Pirate × Prince W17- My hurt, My heart= Victim × Yandere W18- The boy who cried wolf! = Village/Forest love W19- That one time I transmigrated in an apocalypse as a kit= Apocalypse love W20- My boyfriend is an esper?! = Esper × Normal student W21- As the emperor commands! = Secret Spy Ger × Emperor W22- A disciple's love = Cultivation romance W23- Till death do us part.....? = Horror romance W24- A life without you sucks= Sick childhood friend × Doting general

after a year. This is my first Mafia book, and honestly, I was so scared to continue with it. Sometimes I felt exhausted because this is the first time I'm writing anything romantic, and it just had to be a dark romance. My main genre is horror, so it was challenging. I had to take breaks to focus on so many things and think long and hard about how to connect the feelings of my characters to the readers. I did not think anyone would read this, and I'm sure many must have given up due to my very slow updates. But I'm healthy now and strong, and my next book is in the process, and I'll wait until I'm done before I upload it.

James questioned. Suddenly, the look on Derek’s face changed. There was now something slightly creepy about it. “The book is about a female without a wolf who tries to steal her sister’s mate after her sister is attacked by rogues,” he explained seriously. I gulped hard. “Oh, a romance book? I would not peg you for the romantic type.” “No. Horror.” I gulped again. “Will it all turn out okay in the end? Happy ending?” I asked hesitantly.

He pointed at me and asked Ace, "What exactly is your relationship with her?" Ace let out a quiet laugh. Leaning in just a fraction closer, he turned to me. "Zayla, what do you think we are?" I met his gaze. His eyes—those deep amber eyes—glowed like molten gold under the dim light. A predator's gaze, lazy yet sharp, like a panther lying in wait. His stare burned into me, igniting something deep inside. There was no resisting a look like that. Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm.

On other days, she'd ask him to penetrate into her but today, she was asking for something different. She kissed the cap with her lips, sending tingles down his spine. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with the feeling of enjoying pleasures. Then, her lips opened and she took his cock in…..not the full length though. Carefully stuffing it in and out of her mouth, her fingers ran through his thighs as she carefully massaged his balls. “More, Loreen" He managed to moan before he came. Loreen had made up her mind to do anything to secure her position. Since she found out that Manga lost the fight with Annatoria's pack, she'd been sacred….scared of her identity as Manga's ally being revealed.

As she nestled against him, seeking comfort in the warmth of his body, Emilia began to experience strange and vivid dreams. In these dreams, twisted creatures roamed eerie landscapes, their haunting whispers echoing her name. Each night, the line between dream and reality blurred further, the darkness seeping into her thoughts even as she lay safely in Ryder's arms. Despite the terror that lurked in her subconscious, she found a bittersweet solace in Ryder's presence, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against the chaos. One night, she woke up to find herself standing in front of the mirror, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. She was horrified to see her own reflection warped and distor