New Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

she said, "I haven't had a good fuck in weeks. You go sit down and I'll get you a fresh cup of coffee. Yours must be cold by now." Michael blinked and smiled. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but whatever it was, it was great! Michael undressed and climbed into bed that night feeling very tired. The afternoon had been spent learning how to enter the right trance state so that, when he slept, he would enter what Julia called the 'Near Astral Plane'. This, she assured him, was essential for successful use of their power.

Deadly soft. "Listen very carefully, human. You've just made the worst mistake of your pathetically short life." His eyes flashed, literally flashed, the amber turning molten gold for just a second. "You've triggered a bond that should never have existed. And now, whether I want it or not, whether you want it or not, you're mine." The words should have been romantic. Protective. Instead, they sounded like a death sentence. "I'm not anyone's—" "You don't get a choice." He stood again, and this time he didn't walk away. "And neither do I. Welcome to hell, little human. Try not to die before I figure out how to break this."

“Missed how wet you get for me.” Angel whimpered in pleasure, switching to Spanish like she always did when she was losing control. “Más profundo… sí, just like that. Harder, mi amor.” I stood there, mortified, one hand still hovering near the door. My stomach twisted violently. She was back. Early. And they were fucking—loudly, passionately, like newlyweds who couldn’t get enough of each other.

“You said you’d give me space.” “I am.” I gesture between us. “This isn’t space.” “It is,” he says. “You stopped. I didn’t make you.” I drag a hand over my face. “This doesn’t feel like a choice.” “It is.” “Then why does it feel like I’m being pulled back every time I try to walk away?” “The bond doesn’t like distance,” he says. I let out a dry laugh. “Of course it doesn’t.” “It’s not me.” “Good to know you’re not stalking me. Just your supernatural connection doing the work.”

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.]

Someone’s definitely pulling threads. I turn to him. “What about the girl?” He hesitates. And that’s all it takes for my stomach to clench. “Zarek.” He meets my gaze head-on, the bastard finally serious. “We dug into it. The blood she spilled in the fight, the imprint from her when you pulled her through the tear, even the fucking echo she left in the grass.” “And?” He exhales, shaking his head slowly. “She’s not on any registry. Not human, daemon or fae. Not even old blood.”

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

I smiled sarcastically with disbelief. “I know, you won’t believe me at first, but witches are real son. They roam around the world like cancer. Destroying the natural laws of nature and crippling subtly the laws of men.” He took the necklace from the case and held it with both hands and raised it in front of me. At the center of the pendant’s design held a light blue-luminous gem a size of a peanut.

he tried to calm me, his neck tilting to the side to show my wolf he was not challenging me for my mate, he means no threat. “I don’t understand” I growled furious that I didn’t and couldn’t make sense of it all. What did it mean? What did it mean that her scent was luring enough to get the attention of a wolf that wasn’t her fated mate? Maybe it was to do with the fact she was human? Shifters where not supposed to be mated with a human or so we had all thought right up until Nina walked across the parking-lot last Monday morning.

I smiled. “I write all kinds of books under the romance genre. I write, billionaire, office, paranormal, and all other kinds of romance.” I revealed. I have touched all kinds of romance. “No wonder you weren’t so shocked about us being werewolves.” “Are you for real? I literally collapsed when I saw you shift. It was a whole new kind of experience. That I write paranormal doesn’t mean I believed paranormal existed.” I told him. I was quick to get over the shock but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t shocked by their real identity. It still feels like I dreamt that part.