Ya Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

He can give me answers, I thought to myself excitedly. I didn't move to get the note, so Nathaniel smirked then frisbeed it towards me. Tristan reached his hand up and managed to snatch it out of the air. He then screwed it up and threw it back at Nathaniel with a snarl. “You won't be telling your Sire a damn thing, you blood-sucking parasite.” He tilted his head back and let out an ear-piercing howl. I squinted and covered my ears until he'd stopped. Seconds later dozens of howls replied, and the vamp's eyes widened. He smirked and then said in a gritty voice,

Her eyes caught him cutting a rose as he in turn revealed his intention. "Lara my love, my cupcake, the mother of our child and other children to come. Please can you give us another chapter in life. I know you have given me your life for eternity. Your body, your love and your soul as well. Will you grant me your word to be my wife. I am not good with this but l just want to say 'marry me'," he finished as he put a ring on her finger without waiting for her answer as if he already knew. She ended up saying yes yes as she cried on his chest, she never expected to get married to a vampire but here she is loving one with all her being. She herself turning into one of them for his sake.

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Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

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.

"The Shadow Faction welcomes the apex to the old orders." "There's one more thing you need to know," Kieran says. He's looking at Adrian with something close to awe. "Your roar three hours ago? It wasn't just announcing you to paranormals. It was triggering something else. Something dormant in paranormal DNA. Your roar activated latent apocalypse conditions." "What does that mean?" I ask. "It means," Kieran says, "that paranormals are starting to believe the old prophecies again. It means creatures that were supposed to be myths are waking up. It means the world isn't ready for what's coming."

She saw a threat. With a guttural growl, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the woman’s throat, lifting her off the ground effortlessly. Her eyes gleamed with fury. Her body vibrated with protective rage. The others scrambled back in fear. Michael and Hale ran toward the commotion. “What the hell—” Hale stopped short as they entered Ethan’s room, eyes widening at the sight before them. Anna stood in a half-shifted form, hair wild, her skin glowing with supernatural energy. Her eyes locked on Michael’s the moment he entered, and something shifted.

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

I couldn't sleep again immediately after Milo’s call so I reached out to my nightstand and picked up the book I’d started earlier in the week: an anthology of paranormal romance stories. I had continued to read everything I could lay my hands on about werewolf shifters. And recently I decided to buy a few paperback of paranormal romance. I flipped through the pages until I found Story Five. It was just three chapters, I noted with a small smile. Perfect, by the time I finished with it, I was sure I would doze off.