Top Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

Hypersensitivity to the supernatural partner's scent. Difficulty concentrating or functioning normally. A feeling of distance from the world, as if part of oneself is missing. I read the list three times. Every single symptom. Every single one applied to what I'd been experiencing for the past three weeks. My hands were shaking when I set down my coffee. This was crazy. This was fiction. This was just some website full of paranormal romance enthusiasts who'd constructed elaborate mythology around something that didn't exist. But what if it did? I thought about everything I'd seen. Everything I'd dismissed.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Of Trent and the other wolf, there was no sign. Did they still follow? Had Roderick's pets caught them? As twilight gave way to night, she trembled as she wondered how long they had until the vampire himself found them. I don't want to think about Roderick. Not when escape finally seemed a possibility. She focused instead on the man carrying her. While he didn't inspire the same kind of tingle Darren and Trent had, she still felt something, a little shock more along the lines of that she'd experienced with David. It was totally weird. In the past, her boyfriends had never given her electric shocks when they touched. Could the odd sensation have to do with their wolf status? A weird kind of p

His scent flooded me—iron, smoke, and the faint promise of eternity. His hand cradled the back of my head, claws gentle against my scalp. “Drink, little ruin. Heal yourself on me. Give me what I’ve wanted since the moment you first bared your teeth.” The last of my resistance shattered. My lips parted, but I had no fangs to pierce him. He made the choice for me, dragging a claw across his own throat, opening a line of red that welled hot and dark. He pressed me to it, and I sealed my mouth over the wound. The world ignited. Hot, dark power rushed across my tongue, sliding down my throat, flooding my veins with strength and fire.

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.

J About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter.

"Keep an eye on Emma. Something's definitely going to happen to Amelia Fernandez’s husband's wheelchair tonight. "For five million dollars, people would tear each other apart." Summer holstered her gun. "Don't play with fire." "See yourself out." The morgue fell silent again. As I leaned against the wall, my phone vibrated. It was a text message from an unknown number. [10 p.m. tomorrow. Southside Junkyard for a private job. Name your price.] I replied with two words. [Cash upfront.] The wind was cutting through like a knife the following night.