New Supernatural Romance Books Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to stand out, wondering how it would feel to belong with them. “Meow,” Orion purred, checking out a girl who gulped down whiskey like it was water. “I just found my date. See ya, bitches!” “Bye,” Mira tittered, leaving just the two of us. “Let’s get a drink.” “Yeah.” The strange tension between us as she poured the drinks was undeniable. “Is something wrong?” I had to know. It was making me anxious. “I know your strange situation with your scent, but…” she paused, exhaling deeply. “Is there something else going on? With Tristan, perhaps?”

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

“But not clever enough. We definitely outsmarted him. I’m taking Damion and Cauldron with me, along with members of the other packs. We’ll raid his lab and put an end to all of this.” They continued talking, discussing strategies and alliances, their voices fading into the background as my thoughts drifted. Damion. Why was Ashton working with him? I had thought Damion was the enemy. And this Alastor, he sounded like a far greater threat than I had imagined. But none of that was what consumed me the most. It was this feeling. This constant, relentless pull. Because when a werewolf bond is broken, the connection is supposed to die with it. The ache, the pull, the awareness of the other, it’s m

It hums, whispering secrets only I can hear. My gaze shifts to the book resting atop the altar, its leather cover worn from centuries of use. Bound in the flesh of those who dared defy my ancestors, its pages hold the key to everything I desire. Flipping it open, I find the passage I seek—the Ancient Transfer Ritual. "The power of the hybrid will be mine." The words taste like victory on my tongue. I skim through the ritual, reading every detail with unwavering focus. The process is simple—drain her, consume her essence, and take what should have been mine all along. But there’s a problem.

SOMETHING STRANGE IS HAPPENING IN THE WEREWOLF COMMUNITY. THERE HAVE BEEN REPORTS OF ATTACKS ON FAMILIES WITH UNUSUAL ABILITIES - HEALERS, SEERS, WOLVES WITH RARE GIFTS. THE ATTACKS ALWAYS SEEM RANDOM, BUT I'M STARTING TO WONDER IF THERE'S A PATTERN WE'RE NOT SEEING. My blood ran cold. Seraphina had been aware of the attacks on special bloodlines, just like I had learned from the library books. I continued reading, my heart racing as I realized that Seraphina had been investigating the same conspiracy that had killed my parents.

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

I couldn't handle another round of twenty questions about why I'd left school early. How exactly do you tell your cop father that a guy just called you his "mate" and your entire body went haywire? Yeah, that conversation wasn't happening. I collapsed onto my bed, surrounded by the comfort of my weird little room. Most girls had pop stars on their walls. I had vintage horror movie posters, sketches of werewolves, and a truly concerning collection of vampire novels. What can I say? The supernatural had always called to me, even as a kid. My current book was still sitting on my nightstand where I'd left it this morning - "Moon Bound," another werewolf romance that Amy would probably roll her e

Mary wrote her telephone number on a napkin and gave it to him. Mary left the Coffee Shop wishing to receive a call from Steve. Steve left the Coffee Shop and walked across the street to the Art Gallery to see Jennifer. Lillie moved over to the table they were sitting at. Mary and Steve were drinking from cups that she took. She then placed the cups on top of each other, rim to rim. She held the cups in her hand and chanted a spell. At that moment, it would join the two hearts as one.

"Now, my love, let me show you how an Alpha pleases his Luna." He picked up a small, leather-bound book from the chest, its pages yellowed with age. "This is a collection of ancient erotic rituals, passed down through generations of werewolves." Flipping through the pages, he found the one he sought. "This ritual, 'The Moon's Embrace,' is said to bring the Luna to heights of ecstasy like no other." Isla's curiosity grew as she watched him read, her eyes fixed on his intense concentration.

“Well because her father is very rich and popular, he is even contesting for mayorship duh! Plus, if she was supernatural, why didn’t she like super attack me or something?” “Because that could get her suspended or expelled because your school is a mixture of humans and other supernatural so it is prohibited for supernaturals to use their unnatural strengths on humans or reveal themselves to humans!” “Whatever!” I snapped with my brows raised. “So you like her right? Silly question, you’re gonna be getting married to her so how does it even matter.” I chuckled dryly. “I didn’t make that decision cuz I liked her, Anna. Hell! I don’t even know anything about her and neither do I want to know…