Top Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

I became desperate. “You’re a Pari.” As he told me, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Pari means Angel? Am I an Angel?” As I enquire, he shook his head in response. “You are, without a doubt, my angel, but Pari does not mean angel here. Many years ago, when I was not even born, there was a group of a few women who used to fight for and support underprivileged people. They were kind and caring, almost like social workers. One day, God blessed them with superhuman abilities that were superior to those of vampires, witches, and humans. They became immortal, and people began referring to them as Paris.” It felt like I was listening to an interesting story, but it was a reality of my life.

For a moment, I suspected that I was staring at a walking prototype of perfection as he stood tall with his chest bare and his lower body clothed in shorts that exposed his thick muscular thighs. His blond, curly hair sat perfectly on his hair like a crown of gold. His blue eyes seemed to stare right into the depths of my being. I was zoning out as my mind was drifting far into the realms of deep thoughts— deep nasty thoughts. “Hello…” he called me back politely back into the moment as I was far from reality. “Are you alright? You seem lost…” Lost in your eyes, yeah… I thought to myself as I felt my body reacting as he drew closer to me. I hated the fact that my thoughts were straying too fa

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

“The study. With ivory letter openers and globes and shit.” B tiptoed through the kitchen into the well-appointed foyer where he’d been greeted by WY’s mystical creature of a sister. The study sat on one side of the entryway, closed off by two double doors with ornate scrollwork. Carvings of snakes intertwined with fawns, men intertwined with women, and vines choking all of them ran from top to bottom. B put his hand on the doorknob and let his other hand run up the back of a snake wrapped around a woman’s torso. She was turned away from B, with her exposed rear protruding from the door. The pointed light of the headlamp reflected off of her backside. B let his palm rest on her rear and his

Frosty stayed full time in my apartment and Emma spends the weekend over. It was finally our 1st anniversary together and we decided to spend it out for the entire evening. We attended a dinner and dance at the Blue Moon Bar. It was a perfect romantic evening together until we bumped someone came over to our table. It was Emma’s friend and colleague Jamie. Jamie was a cheery and bubbly lady, Emma said that they did their internship together. I noticed something unusual on Jamie’s neck, it was the same tattoo Emma has on her wrist. I knew then that Emma was hiding something, what was the connection between the 2 of them and why do they have the same symbolic mark.

And discussing the book. "So it didn't belong to my family at all?" she asked one more time. "Sorry." He grinned. "But it did lead you to me." "In a strange way, yes." She took a tiny swallow of wine. "I've been making up paranormal romances for as long as I can remember. I was kind of hoping my ideas had roots in my history." "Maybe those ideas are what allowed you to be ready for me," he pointed out. She licked a stray drop of wine from her lip, a swipe of her tongue that made his cock swell and send him messages.

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

Her breathing matched his, becoming slow and calm. In the quiet of the dimly lit room, wrapped in the scent of sandalwood and the beautiful safety of his embrace, Serena finally closed her eyes. Safe within the arms of the monster who would destroy the world to keep her breathing, she drifted into a deep sleep. And there, in the quiet aftermath of blood and fire, they slept together, bound by a dark, unbreakable thread.

to the perks of this place. “I found hardly anything,” I say. “Just one picture. It looks like it’s really old.” Brynn nods so hard it’s a wonder her head doesn’t fall off. “And it’s in the middle of a river, on an island. A ton of people have gone missing from there.” A chill passes through me. “What? When?” “Just over the decades.” She chews her bottom lip. “And supposedly it’s haunted, too.” My gaze falls to my slip-on sneakers. For the millionth time, I wonder why my dad chose this for me.