Romantic Horror Novels & Stories

"Why, Liam, why is it too hard to understand? To ensure that our Pack is united and great, it has been passed down that we can only mate with our kind. But you have chosen to desecrate with that abomination you call a mate. A werewolf is an enemy and an anomaly that cannot be. With her, we can never be free, And your life's outcome will be something none of us will foresee because of how evil and how cunning they are. With her, be sure of a future where the danger lies, a future filled with sorrowful cries. But despite all I have said, you chose to ignore the pack's cries and chose to let your love rise. I have not started yet, I'm afraid that you might be dead when I'm done with you."

You start to feel like you're slipping away, and you know that death is inevitable as the pain pierces deeper than you could bear, yet you can open your mouth to scream. This was the same nightmare I go through once every month, buried under the confinement and filled with wolfsbane potion mixed with silver. Being buried in this sizzling chemical as a werewolf was a horrifying experience that can induce a sense of dread in even the bravest souls. It was an ordeal that involved being trapped in a small, confined space with little to no room to move. The darkness and the silence can be suffocating, and the only thing that can be heard is the sound of one's own breathing.

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

"Creepy, but okay. But seriously, those guys are creepy. Why do they keep staring at us as if-" "They're vampires." My eyes widen as I looked at him in shock but a grin growing on his lips upon noticing my petrified state. "What do you mean-" "I really wanna kiss you right now." "Alex, I am serious, we're getting out." I started tugging his hand and stood up when Alex didn't budge. I walked towards the door and froze when the guys started getting up, their eyes growing a shade darker as they huddled around me. One of them stepped forward and I flinched when I noticed his hands reaching out to my cheeks. I took a step back and bumped against something hard . I glanced up to look at Alex, who

“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

I gulped hard as I peddled my way to the creek, greeting some of the townsfolk on the way when I got stopped by Mrs Maisel, another fanatic of the supernatural. “I heard you’ve been hanging around Monsoon Creek Rory,” She said whilst trying to crack a nut with her fingers, the woman was a nutcase, “You better be careful. Werewolves and Vampires are looking to prey on a beautiful soft lass as yourself.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your—

Kinks: Vampire kink, bloodplay (light), possessive kink, dark romance. The night wrapped around the small room like a heavy cloak, thick and suffocating. The only light was a flickering candle on the windowsill, casting strange shadows that danced on peeling wallpaper. Every sound felt louder — my own breath, the soft creak of the floorboards, and the steady, quiet steps coming closer. He stood in the corner, watching me with eyes that glowed faint red in the dark. It wasn’t natural. It was something old and dangerous. My heart thundered so loud I thought he could hear it.

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.

is this the feeling that you needed? I never feel this before with Ralph. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby girl. I can fuck you better than your boyfriend." Genesis whispers to your neck, then sucked your sensitive skin.I you bit my lip as you tilted your head to the side to give him access to your neck. you wanted to moan but you were still afraid and agitated of people hearing you. And I'm scared that Ralph will find me here. his hands wandered around your body then rests on the dress that is still hanging on your waist, he swiftly removes the fabric from you—leaving you on your red laced panties.