Young Adult Paranormal Romance Books Novels & Stories

Just in case. I sniff the air, slow and deep, drawing in the scents drifting from the newcomer like tendrils of smoke. Vampire. Werewolf. Elf. And underneath it—something stranger. A faint trace of amber and myrrh… like a summoning. Someone’s been tagged by a witch or wizard recently. Nothing unusual for a place like this. The Grit draws all kinds. But still… something feels off. I close my eyes for a beat, tuning out the sharp tang of alcohol, the muddled perfume of sweat and gunpowder, the fried food and stale leather that hang in the air.

The journal glowed so bright it hurt her eyes. A new voice came, deep, old, like stone: “Blood must seal the promise. Heir, choose.” The journal’s pages stopped, open on a blank sheet. A knife lay at her feet. Kael’s knife, shining with wolf blood. She reached for it, shaking. Her fingers touched the handle, and the journal glowed brighter. The statues leaned closer, waiting. “No!” Ash shouted, grabbing her hand, stopping her. His eyes were scared. “Don’t! You don’t know what it’ll do!”

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

“Good. Because your 18th birthday is when everything changes. That’s when your bloodline will awaken fully. Your first shift, your first spark—it’ll all come to the surface.” I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie. “This is why you kept me home so much. Why we moved so often. Why I was always told to stay low, stay quiet.” Gran nodded. “You were never meant to be hidden. But you had to be protected. And now… your destiny’s coming for you whether you’re ready or not.” I stared at the floor. My heart felt like it had cracked open. Aira. Roman. Fire Maiden. Silver Scroll Elders. Lycans. Werewolves. The Moon Goddess. My mother…

A strange expression hits his face, but I can't read it as his image is like Kiarr's where it's a pale, blue color and partially see-through. "What?" "Our magic was amplified with..." There is that look again. "Just say it." "Sex magic." I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Sure, I'd had sex before but picturing me doing so with a ghost is weird, yet exciting. Not to mention he is a century older than me. Never thought at nearly nineteen that I would add sex with a ghost to my repertoire. And no, I'm not going to say that making out with one-okay, two even at different times-counts as having sex.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance MR. GORGEOUS Two weeks flew by... The sun shone brightly..the wind blew caressing each skin. Roxanne stood on the balcony of the library, her eyes fixed on the book on her hands. It was too abnormal to her.. she was reading a paranormal story, something she has never read before. It was all about Wolf's. She sighed and closed the book. The book title was; A DEMON IN LOVE

My eyes rolled back as the pain was too much. Tears didn't stop neither my whimpers as he kept on sucking my shoulders leaving his marks behind. I whimpered as he pulled my skin taking it between his teeth... He was kept on sucking on the same spot of my shoulder. My body started to get weaker and weaker. I heard his last words before everything blacked out... Author Pov. Damon was kept on biting Luciana's shoulder. He was making his mark on her mole... The second his eyes came in contact with her mole. A weird urge to make his mark on it raised in him...

I whispered, a naughty grin spreading across my face. "She isn't supposed to be home until eight," he answered slowly, mirroring my grin. "Then kiss me again," I whispered. "Gladly," he replied, his voice gaining a husky quality. He kissed me, our lips meeting and merging, tasting one another. He gently bit my lower lip, making me moan softly. His kisses flowed down my neck, stopping to nibble on the curve of my shoulder. My body temperature was rising, a primitive need beginning to take control.

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My grandfather. Magic was a very real and accepted practice in their early years before scientists convinced the public it was nothing more than a hoax. Those born with the gift actually attended class to learn to develop and control their abilities. It was in one of these classes that Gwendoline and my grandmother met. The magical girls were kept segregated from the boys, but they were brought together during times of celebration. It was while attending one of these celebrations that the two fourteen-year-old fae witches met the ever so handsome warlock, Arthur Camron, my grandfather.