New Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

"Our tournament this year whether wolf, vampire, witch is... We are going to fight fair and square." "Fair and square?" Ian asked confused "Yes." Nolan answered "Wait you mean too say we are fighting without using our powers as paranormals." Ethan asked "Yes, a fight that teaches you patience. And that life isn't all about power, magic..." Nolan kept ranting on but was interrupted "But that's what makes us who we are." Greta said "It is what makes you all special, but for a change let's learn to fight like humans." Nolan said Everyone was awfully quiet.

And Damon had vowed—on blood and bone—that he would return. He already had his claws in the black market—trafficking, mercenary deals, supernatural weapons the council had banned centuries ago. And he’d made allies of the witches. Dangerous ones. Women who thrived on chaos and cloaking spells. Women who could make an Alpha walk past a threat without sensing a damn thing. It had taken time, patience. Then one night, he followed Michael’s scent into the city. Human territory. He hadn’t meant to linger. But then… he saw her.

"I promise. I’ll behave. Just tell me." Kian took a step forward, his shadow falling across the desk. "We aren't ordinary humans, Caroline." Caroline’s eyes opened wide, her breath hitching slightly in her throat as she looked from Kian, to me, and then to Alessandro leaning against the doorframe. "Do you mean... you have supernatural powers?" Kian and I slowly nodded. "Are you like... witches? Or vampires?" she asked, her voice cracking under the weight of the question. But before either of us could form an answer, she frantically waved her hands in the air, shaking her head.

With a pair of golden eyes in the background, it said: Paranormal Dating Service. Wait. What? “You own a paranormal dating service?” “Yes. My male clients are strictly shifters. The big, sexy kind that can handle girls like you. In fact, they prefer big girls. According to my nephew, it’s best to have more to hold onto when you’re having sex.” Maya widened her eyes. Holy shit. She had no idea her venting session was going to turn into a matchmaking session with a possible shifter. Shifters, for crying out loud.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

FREAKY AFTER DARK: CONTENT WARNINGS What You're About To Read This collection doesn't do safe. It doesn't do vanilla. If you're looking for paranormal romance where the monsters are basically humans with extra features, keep scrolling. Freaky After Dark is unapologetically filthy paranormal erotica where supernatural beings act like the feral, dominant, possessive creatures they actually are. These stories are designed for readers who've been waiting for monster romance that actually commits to the monster part.

was currently my worst nightmare By the time I made it back to my room, I was ready to scream I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, sliding down to the floor My wolf, Isla, was still going ballistic, whining and pacing and demanding I go find him “Absolutely not,” I hissed at he. “He’s married. To our mother. This is not happening” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie Because the bond didn’t care about logistics. It didn’t care about morality or family drama or the fact that this was the single worst possible match in the history of terrible matches

“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

They took me from my home, they took away my innocence… HE took away my life and made me this monster. He took away everything I loved and cared about... And now I’m going to return the favour. Cole Patrova Kane Patrova Ginny Patrova Melissa Patrova Constantine Patrova… and his new whore-bride. Christopher Knight They are all going to die. Just like that worthless piece of shit, Marcus. Animals… Monsters that need to be put down, The world needs to be rid of them. They're like a disease. And murder is a cure… Tomorrow. Their wedding day. The start of the end.