Romantic Horror Novels & Stories

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?

“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.

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

shouted one if the vampires, " Kill and burn any witch you find" the whole of Romanesque was in chaos, the Vampires Killing every with that came their way, taking the humans as slaves, blood sprawled all over the town, the screams of burning witches heard, At another side of Romanesque, a cloaked man walked along the cold streets, which was covered with blood, silence everywhere, the only sound heard were sounds of crickets, and the witches who screamed for help as they burned, he walked into a house, hoping to find someone there.

“Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered. >> We like blood to run and we are vengeful. Even if it is something minimal, we stick to them until the end. It is not a romance, much less a healthy love, but it is what we are and we give. That's what fills us and that's why we can't do more. “Lake… “While others are waiting to receive flowers and chocolates, you are waiting for daring things. While others recoil from the violence or become paralyzed, you feel a great

She look at Enzo just to find his face a little paled. "Hey, what's up with you? You don't like horror?" She asked. "Huh? I.. I.. don't really.. watch them" Enzo stuttered. He actually hates movies that deals with ghosts but Rana loves them. "Tssk.. are you kidding me? Then why did you buy the tickets?" Rana asked. "I.. I thought it was a romantic movie. Why could they have given it a romantic title when it's horror" Enzo blinked severally.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

To humiliate me so thoroughly that I would never recover. Fine. I lifted my head slowly, staring at my reflection in the mirror across the small bathroom. My neck was covered in his bite marks. My thighs bruised from his grip. I looked thoroughly fucked. Ruined. Something dark and vicious bloomed in my chest, sharp and cold as my face contorted into a smirk. If Roman Thorin thought he could ruin me and walk away… I was going to seduce him. Make him crave me. Make him fall so deep he couldn’t function without me. Then I would destroy him the same way he had destroyed me.

That I was Romy, the little sister of Alina Hawthorne? Either ways, I wasn’t leaving his room until I drove the knife right into his heart. "Go to hell!" I spat, thrashing wildly to break his hold, but every violent movement only ground my hips against his, sending electric, traitorous shocks of arousal straight down my spine. The mate bond was a terrible, sickening thing. Rowan’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle, his gaze flickering to my lips. "Gosh, I can smell your arousal, Raven. It’s intoxicating. Feels like you're fighting that far more than you're fighting me,” he smirked. “are you sure you came here to kill me, or fuck me?”

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati