Romance Oscuro Novels & Stories

The couple were struck speechless, their minds racing with a thousand thoughts. Liam had always known that his family had a dark history, but he never imagined that it would be something as horrific as this. He felt like his entire world had been turned upside down. The elderly Lycan, sensing their shock, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Her touch was gentle, but it felt like it was burning a hole through his skin. He could feel the weight of her words sinking in, and he struggled to process the enormity of what she had just revealed.

A type of coldness that is burning hot. “WHEN EVERYTHING FALLS BECAUSE OF LOVE.” Words and the voice that Daniela knew and could never be wrong as to who it was. But before she could say a word or even move a muscle. In a split second and once more, everything turns into darkness. But this time she isn’t in the same void as before. A dark void that scent like a mixture of burning flesh and blooming flower. An indication that the owner is in between light and darkness. “You are finally here, Daniela.”

I chanted as he slid his fingers out and licked it I scrunched my nose as he chuckled and his eyes became dark all of a sudden. The wind began to howl and blow fiercely as he pushed me onto my back. The shutters flew about as the fire went off. Everywhere became dark and Scary as his fangs grazed my neck before piercing me deep. I screamed in pain but later began to moan and thrash on the bed. .. .. 💕 Unknown POV 💕 .. ..

He was looking dapper as always. There was no one in the church except for Angela, sister Violet, and Santiago. It wasn't a conventional marriage but again a conventional marriage wouldn't have done justice to this unconventional love story. He visibly gulped when his eyes landed on her. Clad in a white gown, she looked like an angel. His angel, His heaven. His Cielo. A proud smile fluttered across his face as his Cielo advanced towards him to become his for the rest of their lives.

Though they were still beautiful, there's something about them that makes your blood run cold at first glance, something that makes them look dark and ominous. Dark magic and plotting evil does that to a werewolf. ‎ ‎Anita laughter carries across the battlefield, cruel and melodic. “Is this the mighty army of the Lycan Kingdom?” she called out, her voice echoing unnaturally. “How disappointing. How pathetic. I came here to enjoy a show! This cannot be it!” ‎ ‎The soldiers stiffen. Even the rogues fall silent, bowing their heads as she passes. ‎ ‎My blood goes cold. ‎

“A man with potential involvement with the Russian Mafia is a man named Donte Abruzzi. He’s young and very wealthy, and he’s the head of Indigo Limited, so he’s bound to know about all of the shady operations that go on in Manhattan. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of evidence hidden away in that massive building,” Phillip muttered. “Remember your fucking training. Take whatever means necessary to get the information we need, even if it means you have to seduce him. Bastards like him think with their dick. They have no fucking respect for women.”

The large living room smelt like alcohol, sweat, sex and expensive perfume. There was a handful of men and women double their number. Each man had two women pinned to them, either dancing with or on them. I looked around for water, hoping that I would be invisible. The music abruptly stopped and I looked at them again. One of the men, the most handsome of them was standing with a remote in one hand and a glass in the other. “You’re alive,” he said with wonder, tilting his head to the side and studying me. “I thought you'd died with how long you've been up there,” he chuckled and walked towards me. He stumbled slightly and that was when I noticed the slur in his words.

"Every damn time." "Good," I whispered, my nails raking down his back. "Then we’re even." His golden eyes darkened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Not even close, angelo oscuro." And with that, he sent me spiraling over, his name a broken cry on my lips as pleasure tore through me, leaving me trembling and breathless. He followed moments later, his grip on me tightening as he groaned my name, his release shaking him to his core.

The strange bond we had is quite unsettling. "I have to make an effort if I want to get you in bed!” "Oh!" He approaches, grabs hold of my waist and lifts me up off the ground and into his arms. I laugh. He puts me back down and presses me up against him, then pulls away slightly and cups my face in his hands. This complicity between us is unexpected. Troubling. I never thought I'd read so much kindness in his eyes. Lucian, the cynical vampire. I hug him in turn.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.