Romantic Urban Fantasy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The creature slept like Dante. That was the first thing she noticed — lying rigid beside it in the dark on their first night home, watching the rise and fall of its chest with the specific horror of someone who had gotten exactly what they asked for and understood too late what asking had cost. It breathed at the same rhythm. Slow, deep, one arm stretched toward her side of the bed the way Dante always reached in sleep — unconsciously, automatically, as though his body knew she belonged close even when his mind was somewhere else entirely.

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

The roots seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her heartbeat, bowing toward her as though acknowledging the axis she had become. Rowan held her down, his growl vibrating through her as he drove her higher. Lucien whispered in her ear, velvet words in an ancient tongue, guiding her pleasure like a spell. Her magic flickered with their touch—tiny sparks of gold and silver dancing across her skin, harmless but radiant. When her release came, it ripped through her like lightning, leaving her trembling, sobbing their names. The hollow shook softly, dust sifting down like falling ash. Rowan followed, roaring, his body shuddering against hers. Lucien groaned low, his lips capturing hers as he spilled

If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade. “They probably have secret orgies and debate philosophy over corpses.” I wasn’t not intrigued. House DRACOVANTH Crest: A flaming dragon skull crowned in gold, surrounded by shattered chains Quote: “Born in fire. Bound to no one.” Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods

“It used her to get to me. To get to you.” Liora could only hold him tighter. The "forbidden romance" was this: a love so strong it became a weapon for their enemy. Their strength had been mapped and was now being used as a guide to destroy them. A soft cough came from the doorway. Kael slid down the wall, face grey. The dark veins on his arm, faded to dull grey, now pulsed with a faint, sick light. The journey and psychic fight had taken much from him. “We can’t stay,” Ronan said in a rough voice. He was already moving, eyes scanning the small cottage with a soldier’s careful look, not with nostalgia. “It knows this place and it will come back. Next time, no nice tricks.”

I could feel it when she entered last night, especially that glare. “Ohh, the girl that got away? She finally came to town?” I looked over at Heidy curiously, “Apparently, he wanted revenge on the vampires that destroy his hometown, while she wanted to stay in her village being its protector. Maybe she finally decided that she wanted him. I don’t know why she hasn’t come sooner.” I felt a pang of disappointment, “How’d they meet?” “Galant rescue from goblins, he taught her how to fight, fell in love, but wanted revenge,” shrugged Heidy, “Now, what colors do you like?”

I was banned from entering either Spain or the Middle East, and I had ninety-eight years before Alexis and then Athena would come for me. Despite everything that I've lost, I've gained something pretty wonderful. I have life! It isn't perfect, but it's much better than the alternative. I still have to survive a Council and then a territory meeting each week, and I have safe houses that need to be policed. Tyler and Jason are now my Angels of Death. They both healed perfectly thanks to Lycan blood. We hunt and punish Rogues, but we make time for fun as well. Just as Paul promised, he brought me life. We vacation and go out dancing. We go shopping in New York. We go to the movies. We take Juli

Mila thought this place had a tower of its own, because far up there, she could see the curtains covering the large windows that surrounded the spire. Meanwhile, the stone walls were lined with shelves displaying various types of books. There may be thousands or even tens of thousands of books in here. However, one thing that caught Mila's attention was… “These are ancient magic scriptures” Mila mumbled, running her fingertips across each book spine that was neatly arranged. They were all written in an ancient script that only a few vampires could translate. “This… is dark magic.” “Yes, these are all forbidden books that not just anyone can see.” Liam confirmed Mila's statement.

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th