Romantic Horror Novels & Stories

Genre: Gothic Vampire Romance | Dark Fantasy | Explicit | Possessive Lover CW: Explicit sexual content, biting, bloodplay, captive x master dynamic, possessive themes, forced proximity, morally grey MMC . . . The chains were silver. Not cold but warm. Alive. Like they remembered every wrist they had ever touched. Anya’s breath fogged as she pulled uselessly at them. The dungeon was lit with flickering red lamps that cast velvet shadows across the stone. She wasn’t hurt. Not exactly. But she wasn’t free, either.

, I asked, noting how the place was becoming dark and the only thing I could think about was how easy it would be to kill someone here. “No, it's not. Sorry If I gave you a scare” he finally apologized, his gaze fixed on the pitch-dark path illuminated by the headlights. “Ugh, this is becoming creepy…” I groaned in my seat. “What? You're with me. What's creepy?” He asked, sparing me a glance. “This is how it is in all horror movies. He takes her to a secluded place and then kills her silently and buries her…” I was getting hyped. “Then a ritualistic dance…” My eyes widened and I looked at Luca.

, he whispered in my ear and I fought the urge to sink into him. I tried to get away but a single thrust of his hips had me mewling in response. "No Man and I mean no Man Tesoro,must lay his hands on you, touch you,caress your skin or I promise you'd be the reason another person's life would be gone" He whispered sinisterly. I shivered, goosebumps all over my body yet I wondered why my body reacted to his sick threats I tried to get up and move out of the car which was fast becoming claustrophobic.

Her back stiffened as frantic scenarios rushed through her head, her mind attempting to rationalize and calm her fears while her mind was already looking at the window for an easy escape. "Now dear I must know how you knew, I can't stand the allure of mystery." She calmed herself as the room relaxed slightly, his light tone bouncing back as he leaned forward. "I have quiet the fascination with the occult as of late. Perhaps if you are skilled I'll have to have you host a séance." A tight chuckle slipped through her teeth as she reigned herself in, returning to the familiar mechanical structure of her motions as she took a seemingly unbothered bite of her food.

I’m kind of scared that it’s already starting to make a home inside my head. I got to literature and Mrs. Whitmore, our teacher who was evidently pregnant by the huge bump in her belly, began talking about the popular genres of literature in the twentieth century. One of them was the explosion of the werewolf fiction which I learned was portrayed in modern period with overflowing romanticism unlike its predecessor way back in the medieval era where it’s portrayed as horrifying. I couldn’t stop internally laughing at the thought that werewolves are romantic. Based on what I’ve seen so far, there’s clearly nothing romantic about turning into a beast. There’s absolutely nothing romantic about b

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

"I… lived in his house." "Really? You were in his bridals?" "I—you could say that." But she never would. "Hmm." Mr. Dolan's heated gaze wandered over her body. Clearly, her non-writing abilities were being reassessed. She lifted her chin. "You were describing the schedule?" "Oh, yeah." He turned back to the board. "In the nine o'clock slot, we have As the Vampire Turns, starring Jason Rush de Corazon. Then at ten, we have All My Vampires, and at eleven, General Morgue. But what happens at midnight?" He jabbed a finger at the dry-erase board.

Eli's instincts told him that something sinister was brewing, and he knew he couldn't ignore it. Determined to uncover the truth, Eli sets out on a dangerous journey that takes him deep into the heart of the supernatural world. Along the way, he discovers new allies and faces powerful enemies, but he knows that the fate of both the vampire and human worlds depends on his success. As the lines between friend and foe blur, Eli must navigate a treacherous path and make difficult choices. But with love and determination as his guide, he is ready to face whatever lies ahead and bring an end to the return of darkness.

“Not much from Marco, but I headed to the ‘Old Town Neighborhood’, Backstone Town. I ran into a few people and found out these vampires are called Armageddon Clan, which is so original! Mara is the head vampire with her mate Gedeon. They were from Russia originally and apparently settled here in this town to make a name for themselves. I think they were kicked out of Russia and came here to make trouble. They are sure doing that. They are going around changing people and making them part of this clan. Not by choice, of course. Mara started up with drugs and started up with turning some of thugs she has working for her. Gedeon decided they should start with getting the customers turned, too.

Roman’s sudden entry scares the shit out of me so hard that I jolt and the laptop goes crashing to the floor. Roman bends to pick it up as he approaches me, beating me to it and not meeting my eyes even as he hands it back to me and finishes, “Werewolves with scarlet eyes are believed to have corrupted wolf souls. We bring calamity to our packs, and wolves like that are killed. We’re monsters.”