Romantic Horror Novelas e Histórias

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Edith felt sick giving Ana this news because honestly, she had so much more news to give her, but none of it could be seen in any better light than this news. “Vampiric Frenzy, it’s called. It’s when a vampire released their inner beast and lets it relish in whatever it pleases. Usually, it’s interests are hunting, feeding, and killing. The vampire will find some why to justify what they are doing, and we usually lock them up for everyone’s safety or if we can’t do that, then we have to kill them. There isn’t much more that can be done. Mages have tried to find a way to cure it, and I believe they are close, but not yet. It’s a mental and chemical problem. Our brains are so strong that they’

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.

The echoes whispered secrets of a cosmic romance, a tale that unfolded not just in the realms of the present but echoed through the corridors of time. The Sanctum of Echoes held not only the mysteries of cosmic forces but the nuanced threads of love that wove through the destinies of those who dared to navigate its intricate pathways. And as the guardians approached the nexus, the cosmic resonance of Elysia and Malachi hinted at a romance that transcended the boundaries of the known and ventured into the uncharted realms of the heart.

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

Aurora’s P.O.V Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.

“Hardly gothic lit.” Roman clapped his hands together victoriously. “Exactly! It doesn’t have to be good—the rule of 80s horror is fun over substance.” “Yeah yeah,” she waved him off, never taking her eyes off of me. “What I want to know is why you’re being such a space case today.” “What?” I panicked, very quickly glancing over at Evan, who was doing nothing but eyeing me with amusement. Ass. “I was just . . . really into the movie.”

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

She mewled out as he slowly started to thrust into her, building her passion. Only the moment her eyes shot up to meet his, a loud and horrified scream tore through her throat as before her appeared the face of a gruesome monster. Blood-red eyes peered right back into hers, his lips revealing a set of dangerously sharp fangs. And within the following moment those razor-like fangs pierced her throat, effectively taking away her breath and consciousness... Desperately gasping for air, she shot up from her hard pillow, letting out loud coughs as she fought to regain her breath.