Urban Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

The place was devoid of any human activity and was quiet, save for the chirping of the crickets and noises of other nocturnal creatures. “Jake?” Daniel called out and he looked around. No response. “Jake?” He repeated. Still no response. He heard a twig snap behind him and he turned around. Standing in front of him was a figure dressed in a black hoodie and dark jeans. One glance at the figure’s stature was enough to alert Daniel that he was a man. He was quite muscular and his face was partly covered by the hood, save for the lower half of his face which revealed bright red lips. “Hello, Daniel.” The man growled as his lips contorted into a twisted grin.

He hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me almost in half, and pounded into me while the glittering city lights painted stripes across our still-masked faces. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough with restraint and pure lust. “Look at the stranger who’s ruining this perfect tight pussy. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked raw by a man whose name you will never know. Tell me how much you love being a secret little slut for one night.” “So good—fuck—so deep—I’m going to come again—please—” “Then come. Soak my cock. Let the whole suite hear you scream for a man with no name.”

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

DARK SIXTY ONE: OFFICE HEAT Third person's POV: "You didn't tell me you've been sneaking inside of my office, huh?" Asked Luca, his warm breath teasingly brushing on the latter's exposed neck. Luca could feel the smaller tensing on his hold, as he grinded his bulging cock up while pushing Blake's hip down, meeting his hard shaft. He didn't fail to make the smaller whimper at the touch before he sucked the side of his neck, causing him to shake.

As he ran his fingers over her slit, he gathered the moisture and dragged it over her clit. Plucking his fingers in, he began thrusting. Her back arched, but her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth. Spreading her legs, he plucked another finger in and circled her clit, driving her to climax. “Argh!” she moaned, her back arching. As he thrusted once more, a slurp sound escaped, mingling with their ragged breaths. “You’ve crossed a line, kitten, and now you'll face the darkness you've awakened.” He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning.

he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. Camila's eyes widened, but she complied, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. His tongue tasted like local gin. She could feel the other two watching, their breaths heavy with anticipation. The man with the dark eyes unzipped his pants, his erection springing free. "My turn," he growled, pushing his way into her mouth. Camila moaned, the sound muffled by the flesh filling her mouth. She was a detective and is suppose to arrest these criminals, but here she was fucking them instead.

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

Close enough that I had to tilt my chin to keep looking at his face. “I don’t fuck ghosts, Ardyn,” he said softly. “I don’t buy replacements.” Then his voice dropped lower—dark silk over steel. “But you… you make me want to do things I haven’t done in years.” My breath caught. My heart thudded wildly. He leaned in, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “But not yet.” He turned, walked out. Left me standing there trembling, breathless, and aching. Again. --- End of Chapter Three