Ya Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

"You knew what would happen." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Call him." But I didn't have to. ~*~ The air pressure in the room changed subtly. Vampires sensed this internally and maybe Paul could as well with his own heightened senses, but a moment later Alexis stood a few steps from me, his eyes on me and no one else. "Now that we have the whole gang here, can we get on with the show?" Cyrene asked. In her defense I don't think she was attempting to be snide—she just couldn't control it after hundreds of years of having a shitty personality.

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.

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.

Was she supposed to take one of the other rooms as a personal office? Ana scrambled for her portfolio, where she’d tucked away a set of maps. When she found the domain for the Vampiric Faction, she found out there was a door she’d not opened. It was silly. She’d spent her evening studying the portfolio in her bedroom when feet away was an entire office waiting for her.

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

Lying in dust for years, soaking in sorrow. Then came a new feeling. Cold, smart attention. A thread from the dying Scourge heart, fleeing the void, finding this small, feeling anchor. Nestling. Waiting. The girl’s innocent curiosity. A spark. The seed uncoiling, striking, burrowing into her light, feeding on her life, waiting to grow. Liora gasped, staggering back. The hairpin felt like a red-hot coal in her hand and the link was evil, close. “It’s a parasite,” she said, choking. “It’s feeding on her, slow. We must break the connection.”

The chase had begun. Marina's pulse quickened despite her careful planning. This was no simulation, no rehearsed performance. The magic of the Blood Moon Hunt was ancient and wild, calling to something primal in every wolf present. Her hybrid nature responded with frightening intensity, shadow magic crackling beneath her skin like barely contained lightning.

Damon questioned him rubbing the back of his neck as he felt embarrassed giving his brother a piece of advice when he had no experience. Ryan: Ohh now Mr. Famous Mafia king who is officially virgin and dateless dude will give me an advice. Really. Damon glared at his brother as a rosy colour appeared on his neck and ears. He furiously blushed in embarrassment as his brother mentioned his non-existence love life. Ryan again apologized witnessing Damon's killing glare.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.