Romantic Horror Novels & Stories

The air around me seemed to grow heavy and charged with an unsettling energy as if a malevolent force had been summoned into the room. Ralph Romano, a haunting man with an air of malevolence, appeared before me, his piercing green-hazel eyes reflecting a merciless wildness. The intensity of his gaze sent a chill down my spine as if I was facing a creature possessed by darkness itself. Every fibre of my being was struck with a foreboding sense of danger as I lay there, motionless, trapped within the clutches of his presence. He took a predatory step forward, locking the door behind him. My heart skipped a beat with the ‘click’ of the door.

Suddenly I felt another sharp pain on my back and I looked over my shoulder to see a male vampire trying to get me away from Lacy. “Roman, don’t.” Lacy yelled. I let Lacy go and I flipped straight onto my back, sqashing Roman underneath my weight. He couldn’t move and I heard several bones crunch as we landed on the ground. I got up and looked at the man that stole my mother away from me. I remember him. He was the one that she was meeting with. He was her vampire mate and she chose him over me. All feelings started bubbling to the edge that I just couldn’t stop and I raised my paw and in one quick movement I struck it across his neck, dicapitating him in the process.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

It was intoxicating, a blend of fear and desire that left me breathless. She gazed into my eyes, and I could see the depths of her sorrow, the longing for release from her torment. “Let go of your fears,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “Embrace the darkness. Let it consume you.” I felt myself surrendering, drawn deeper into her web. With a swift motion, she turned, guiding me to an old surgical table, its surface worn and stained by time. “Lie down,” she commanded, her voice firm yet enticing.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

“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.”

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.

The space between fantasy and reality had narrowed, just a little, and I felt both exhilarated and terrified at what that meant. It wasn’t a declaration. It wasn’t a confession. It was something quieter, more subtle, but infinitely more potent: the recognition that he had crossed into my world, and I had crossed into his. And for the first time, I didn’t want to turn back.