Urban Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog, ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

he rumbles in the dark. He doesn't answer with any more words. His large hand moves aggressively down the curve of my waist, his thick fingers digging into my soft flesh to roll me over onto my back. The heavy duvet is thrown off our bodies, exposing my naked, shivering body to the dark room. There is no escape and no cooling down under his roof. His desire is an unbending, heavy force that takes over completely.

I shuddered through it, collapsing into the sheets, sweat cooling on my skin. Then I was panting in the dark, horror and ecstasy warred within me. What was wrong with me? This was insane and forbidden. But my body, satisfied and throbbing, didn't care. It had chosen its new fantasy. And a dangerous, thrilling curiosity had taken form in my mind.

he suddenly slows down his pace and pulls out his cock before teasing the tip along my entrance, my pussy clenching around nothing. “What are you doing?!” I whine desperately. “Beg me for the rest, little whore,” His dark whisper commands near my ear. “Beg me to fuck you through the night and into the dawn, or I will keep edging you until you are sobbing and offering me even more than your blood and body.” “Please Draven,” I beg shamelessly. “Please fuck me through the night and into the dawn however you wish. Please.” “That’s my good girl,” he growls and next, he thrusts into me again and resumes wrecking me nonstop with his cock.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

Azrael fucked me through it, never slowing, drawing out every wave until I was sobbing and oversensitive. He roared, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with another massive load, grinding deep as he emptied himself inside me. The feeling of him pulsing, filling me until I overflowed, pushed me into another smaller orgasm. We collapsed together, his heavy body pinning me to the bed, still buried deep. He kissed the back of my neck, my shoulder, my spine soft, almost reverent kisses that felt more dangerous than the rough fucking. “You’re mine now,” he whispered against my skin, voice rough with emotion. “Not just because I bought you. Because you crave this darkness as much as I do.”

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

A vaporous, aromatic cloud arose and filled the room. She stood motionless and stared into the cloud while an image formed in it. Then a whole scene formed clear and distinct. She saw Dominic standing amongst wolves, mountain lions, snakes, rats and bats. His face was distorted with rage and evil. Mice and rats scurried all around him. Maggie jumped back from the vision as it suddenly shifted, and Brandon Wagner rode of the darkness on his large black gelding. She could feel his power as he grew larger and his body glowed with brilliant light. “I was wrong! I had the wrong man!” Maggie wailed.

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.