Senses Fail Bloody Romance Novels & Stories

My eyes go wide as the figure steps out of the dark, as he walks past wrapping his arm around his chest before sinking his fangs into his neck. His eyes lock with mine shining bright red as he drinks greedily before pulling back and sliding his claws across his throat... Lorette, Ruth and I scream out in pain as the mate bond severs and I watch as Phoenix’s lifeless body drops to the ground at Romeo's feet. I sit up screaming, my breathing coming in short rapid pants. I can't breathe, I struggle to take a breath even though I know that I am. I can’t... Not again… I can’t…

A mist begins to fall over Dorian and me. Dorian holds his breath, trying to move away from the mist, but it continues to fall over him. I try to avoid the mist, but there’s nowhere to go. His eyes begin to look around wildly. He starts sniffing the air. Then he stiffens and closes his eyes. It looks like he is trying to control himself. A strange scent begins to permeate through the air. My manacles fall to the floor. Suddenly, my vision begins to blur, and my chest begins to rise erratically. My body heat thrums, and my breasts begin to feel heavy as wetness collect in my panties. I shuffle my feet uncomfortably, which makes things worse. Dorian’s head snaps at the sound of my shuffling. H

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

“How long has this been going on Fen!” Fen lets out a guttural scream of pain. Panic has my eyes darting to Roman and I feel my blood pound in my ear the moment my gaze greets him. His eyes…. His eyes are red. Roman’s eyes glow a scarlet malevolent red. Fen’s scream of pain snaps me out of my shock and I dart in between them. I feel the force radiating from Roman graze me just the slightest bit before he pulls it back in but the pain that roars through my soul makes me almost pass out.

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

It had to be a nightmare. I felt the pulse of the mating bond in my head and felt relief flood me from the inside. Erick was near me. He had to be. I opened my eyes again, blinking rapidly, only to find everything extremely hazy. I panicked. Flailing my hands around, I tried to get a grasp of where I was. They said that when one sense fails you, the others get stronger, but it wasn’t so in my case. All of my senses seemed to have been dulled. My hands hit something hard. Was that wood? That something was knocked down from a higher place, a table perhaps, and hit the marble floor to burst into a thousand pieces. The sound shattered the stillness and seemed to echo all around me. It was too lo

For a second, I could not understand what I was seeing. My mind refused to accept it. It tried to fix it. To turn it into something normal. Something harmless. She fell. She fainted. She is just resting. But none of it fit. None of it made sense. Rose was on the floor. Not sitting. Not leaning. On the floor. Still. Too still. And there was blood. So much blood. It spread across the rug beneath her. Dark. Too dark. Too much. My breath caught. Then everything rushed at once.

A white-hot shockwave of pure, unadulterated love and centuries of mutual longing flooded through her veins, turning her blood to liquid fire. Lucian let out a fractured, agonizing groan against her neck, his muscles locking as the sheer, operatic magnitude of her warmth encased him. He began to move, his strokes slow, deep, and mercilessly patient, driving her higher and higher into a madness she had never known. Every thrust was a symphony of friction, a heavy, rhythmic possession that made the ancient walnut shelves and the floating candles fade into nothingness.

I tried to feel the baby's pulse but I couldn't concentrate, am starting to feel dizzy too. The fire is almost at the bed What are we gonna do? Am I really going to die here?! ..........to be continued..........