Romance Horror Novels & Stories

Fuck. Hayley’s hands form a ring around my body, and when she moans into the kiss, I nibble at her lips, trailing all the way down her neck. Whatever threshold for self control I have cracks, and my fingers are already undoing her knotted ponytail… Then the scent hits me. A familiar sickening scent of blood and earth. It's here. Fear crawls down my spine as I pull away from the kiss. The shadowy lycan is here.

“But none of that matters as much as the fact that, for the first time in centuries, the wolf is not alone in the dark. You are my light, my anchor, and the reason my blood now flows in peace.” They walked back inside, where the fireplace burned with a soft glow, warming the room saturated with desire and complicity. There were no more secrets between them, nor scars that had not been honored by each other’s touch. The supernatural and emotional union had been sealed in the fire of battle and the honey of surrender, transforming Helena Thorne and Dante Blackwood into a single being of passion and power.

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

But none of these strange things stuck to me the way the strange breathtaking girl did. The girl with the snow white skin, and long gray hair, you'd think it wasn't real. True, that she hadn't said a word to me, or even spared me a glance... but her presence was suffocating. Cold. Ethereal. Distant. Like she belonged to another time, another world entirely. She was the kind of character you'd see in horror movies. Her porcelain skin made me remember the vampires from the "twilight" movie, and that thought made me shudder.

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

Especially as they got closer to the city center, where she could smell the blood from beneath the skin of the humans, as if she could feel the blood flowing in their veins and this was not a good thing. "Can't princess Mila survive all the way to the pick- up point?" Kyril asked back in a doubtful voice. He glanced occasionally at Mila, who had now completely buried her face in Dom's shoulder, her face was hidden by her white hair. "They will bring the blood that is needed." Dom glanced at Mila, assessing her condition. "I am not sure..." he had never seen a vampire this thirsty before and Mila's growls just got more and more terrifying.

“Fine, Maxwell. Yes, I like you. There, I said it. Now what do you have to tell me?” “Do you love me?” I hear a moan of frustration rumble in her chest. “I know you do and you know it too. There’s something you need to know…about a vampire and their humans. There’s a bond that connects them together; this blood bond is activated by touch. The more contact a vampire has with their donor, the harder it is for the individual to resist.” “To resist what?” Her retort is flat and I can tell she’s scared at my words.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

His name still played at the edge of my mind, his voice laced with the same dangerous devotion I saw in Asher’s eyes when he looked at Dante. A vampire. Yes, it was a freaking forbidden romance. My story had not ended with whispers of awe or admiration, it had ended in the taste of blood, the shock of loss, and a silence so final it still rang in me years later. I drew a shaky breath, turning slightly so no one would notice the way my hands gripped themselves. “Careful what you admire,” I murmured more to myself than to the wolf. “Sometimes love ztrong enough to defy the world is strong enough to destroy it.”