Paranormal Romances Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, Love has a way of surprising us—especially when fate steps in. Thread of Destiny is a story about friendship, longing, and the magic of fated mates. It’s a sapphic paranormal romance that blends the thrill of unexpected love with the warmth of a second-chance connection.

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA

Didn’t stop me from still being surprised every time I realised. I glanced at the time again. I still had a little time, so I made a few quick notes. I needed a name for the characters. I couldn’t keep calling him The Alpha. Or her, his mate. And seriously, she tripped up and fell into his arms? I rolled my eyes. How cheesy was that? My readers would have a field day on that one. I wondered if I could edit that bit out and make it a little more plausible. I mean, I knew it was a paranormal romance, but there had to be some reality in there. But it would have to wait for now. I sighed and shut down my laptop. It was a good solid amount of words that I had written, but I felt like there were m

The 2 crescents on either side of a full moon meant something. “The symbol belongs to the Dianic Wicca Witch. I researched it after seeing Emma in possession with it, and it reveals the darkness she has been hiding.” Lucas and Jannett looked at me confused as I revealed the reason behind Emma’s behaviour. I could not reveal the whole truth in the hospital, I requested the doctor to discharge me. Lucas helped me out of the room while Jannett signed the discharge forms. Jannett took us to her apartment as it was the nearest.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

“Nowadays things are more confusing because there's more variety. We still have books of the most classic genres, but there are those that don't fit anywhere. Matters paranormal, erotic historical romances. Erotic romantic thriller paranormal historical interracial... Whew, that's a lot of stuff! More laughter. Clearly, Damien knew what he was talking about, and his audience was identifying with him. Not just with his words, but also with him as a person. As Teacher that I was, I gave her full marks for her presentation. He was more effective than many of my colleagues, spoke without hesitation, his voice full of energy and loud enough to be

I became desperate. “You’re a Pari.” As he told me, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Pari means Angel? Am I an Angel?” As I enquire, he shook his head in response. “You are, without a doubt, my angel, but Pari does not mean angel here. Many years ago, when I was not even born, there was a group of a few women who used to fight for and support underprivileged people. They were kind and caring, almost like social workers. One day, God blessed them with superhuman abilities that were superior to those of vampires, witches, and humans. They became immortal, and people began referring to them as Paris.” It felt like I was listening to an interesting story, but it was a reality of my life.

Great. That opens a floodgate of articles about hormones, pheromones, and 'soul-deep connections.' Nothing remotely scientific. It's all romance novel tropes and spiritual mumbo jumbo. I groan quietly pressing my palms over my eyes. What do I think I'm going to find? A diagnosis for 'help, I dry-humped my boss and now my brain's short-circuiting?' I can't stop. The next search is even more absurd. I am being influenced by paranormal fanfic websites: 'Supernatural myths about wolves.'

“Now you’re staring at water damage for entertainment.” But there was something about that particular formation—the way it stretched from the top left corner, splitting like a river delta. One branch extended straight down, while another curved, folding back on itself in a perfect spiral that shouldn’t have occurred naturally. Below them both, another line curled upward like a serpent’s tail, twisting around itself before extending into what looked unnervingly like fingers. A hand. Reaching. I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes. Told myself it was nothing. Pareidolia, my brain making patterns where none existed. That’s what smart people called it when you saw Jesus in your toast or demons in the b