Urban Fiction Novels & Stories

Seventy-five is clearly just the tip of the iceberg. On My Bedside Table Now The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, and I am Legend by Richard Matheson. And everyone is telling me I forgot The Vampire Files — some 12 novels by P.N. Elrod. Urban fantasy set in 1930s Chicago, featuring a hardboiled P.I. named Jack Fleming. FacebookTwitterFlipboardEmail Sign Up For The Pop Culture Happy Hour Newsletter Stay pop culture savvy with NPR’s guide to TV, books, movies, music and more, sent weekly.

***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.***

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

That city, in its proportion, provided a city of mafiosi and magical beings who were involved with a large syndicate, it was an industrial and economic hub, where there were portals to other dimensions, in which it was a place whose tax relief was mirrored and showed that it was a tax haven, among politicians who sought to live longer, among businessmen who sought to maintain their wealth. It was like this that everyone saw between observing the inhabitants, who practice their traditions, their cults, ancient magic, are also extremely interested in keeping the city standing using tourism, in addition to werewolves, vampires and other monsters, in which the same said of the rest of the state

Maera “Congrats Maera, you're carrying the Alpha's pub,” the pack's witch told me. Asta was the witch of our pack. Ulfsang(Wolf Song) was a small pack of shifters that lived on the northern side of the realm. She was called a witch because people believed she could cast spells and turn people into squirrels.

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There is no such thing as utopia--One person's paradise can easily be another person's hell. We created Crescent City to be a shining utopia for supernaturals, a place of peace and prosperity. But it was built on the labor of witches and only those in power lived in true peace. Poor wolves, hybrids, humans and witches were all second-class citizens to the werewolves in charge.

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So I stopped holding my breath. Instead, I started writing. Every night after my shift, I come home, peel off the layers of hospital smell, antiseptic, sweat, the faint metallic tang of blood, and sit in my armchair with my laptop. The screen is my portal. My escape hatch. I write werewolf romances because they’re everything real life isn’t. In my books, the girl isn’t overlooked. She’s hunted. Claimed. Worshipped. The alpha doesn’t send a “wyd” text at 2 a.m. He kicks down doors, pins her to walls, and growls things like “You’re mine” in a voice that makes her knees buckle.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks