روايات وقصص ضمن Young Adult Paranormal Romance

She couldn’t risk any of it. Ana worried her lip in thought with her teeth about this uncomfortable situation as they returned to the Vampiric Territory within the NARC headquarters. Ana turned to George and said. “I want to go walking tonight. This being cooped up in the same place as that dead cat is making me feel like I’m living in a crypt. So, you’ll take me for a walk so I can see the moon and stretch my legs. Be prepared to run. I want to see the moon in half an hour.” George Atwood - 23 yrs old

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

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.

“What is wrong with me? Nothing is wrong with me! All I want is to find someone who likes me and someone I like. Or are you forgetting the rules between us? I don’t care if Trent cannot be trusted but what I do should not matter to you since we are in the same boat right here. You still have your hookup girlie, and I can’t have mine? We are all adults in this, and I have every right to call someone mind!” I yanked my arm out of his grip and pointed at his chest. “Listen, Anthony. I can easily decide to put an end to all of this, and you can’t stop me. You have always been telling me to find someone and I finally did. Besides, it’s not as if I’m fucking him… yet.” A dark look masked his face

I know exactly why he makes this call. “Hello, and no.” My attitude is very clear. “Nyx, are you sure you don’t want to join us at the party? There’re a lot more young girls here than last year.” Duke’s excited sound can be heard through the phone. Duke is only twenty, an age excited about everything, especially the mate thing. He stops at nothing helping me find my mate. “You said young girls.” I put stress on “young”. “So what? You’re also young.” Duke insists.

Delivering a pizza to the wrong house has consequences. *All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* Enjoy.. ***** Robert and Thomas were excited about tonight. They had cleared a lot of money this month and had decided to celebrate tonight by ordering a boy-for-hire from a gay escort service. They had been lucky to grab a confirmed virgin before anyone else. The service charged an extra premium to the lucky man rich enough to pay for the privilege of being the first to fuck the boy's ass, whenever they had a virgin enter their service. This was going to be a night to remember. The two partners had even decided to play as if they were seducing the boy against his will. Th

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

It felt like a trap, a promise, and I was already too deep to climb back out, but in all honesty, I didn't want to, I wanted Francis and Aileen to feel what I felt when I bled my baby out. Slowly, I reached for the goblet. His eyes lit up like fire licked across his pupils. “To revenge,” I whispered. “To love that tastes like war,” he replied, and I lifted the drink to my lips. And the moment the liquid touched my lips, the world shifted. The fire in my veins roared back to life, and I knew— Yasmine was dead, and Mrs. Azrael had been born. "Take a seat," Az said, pulling a chair out for me at the table.

Her mind clouded with need. She shivered. Was it just some kink? A twisted game? Or was it something more? She couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t rest. And the more she tried to make sense of it, the deeper the unease grew in her gut. She opened a private browser window and hesitated only briefly before typing in the words: “Signs you’ve been bitten by a vampire.” Nothing helpful. A few odd Reddit threads, a YouTube video about tantric healing, and a pop article about succubi.

I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. She raised an eyebrow. “Anna, I’ve been your ride-or-die since middle school. You know you can tell me anything.” I nodded slowly. “I know. But this is different, Dawn. This… isn’t about a bad breakup or some family drama. If you repeat what I’m about to tell you—even by accident—it could get people killed. Including me. Including Ethan.” She blinked, her expression faltering. “What the hell are you talking about?” I leaned in, lowering my voice. “There are things in this world, Dawn—things we’ve been told don’t exist. But they do. Werewolves, witches… they’re real. They’ve always been real. And I’m living proof.”