Darkromantasy storie

My little sister was ripped from my arms and forced to serve our cruel king, who will gladly watch his lands be ravaged by the Helix disease. Our parents gave their lives to hide us on the hermit island of Lumarius and entrusted my sister to me. I've failed, and I will shake our dying world to its foundations to bring her back. Even if it means temporarily dying to compel the Lord of death - a god our people revere, build temples to, and endlessly beg for mercy - to help me. A lonely, beautiful deity who guides spirits to reincarnation or deems them worthy to rest at his side. He abandoned us to ruin, and I will drag him into the mortal realm no matter the bargain, even if it costs me my eternal slumber. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They are all the same: selfish and greedy. They've led themselves into turmoil, and the mortal realm is finally collapsing, fissuring between their fingers. Banished here by a cursed object and ruler, I sought quiet and solitude. I keep the Netherlands empty and force them to reincarnate to live out the end of the world and the destruction humans wrought. Only a rare handful are deemed worthy to dwell in paradise beside me. Until one day a little human girl stumbles into my lands, one foot in death and one in life. Feathers in her hair, determination in her unusual eyes-she's captivating and fierce, with a noble heart: the first human in eons worthy to become my knight and ambassador to the human world. A desperate wish that reaches my cold heart, and a fierce curiosity about what this soul might change, drags me to the world of decrepit humans. My knight will lead me to six scattered champion spirits hidden across the islands of Draelen. Once reunited with their god, I may seek my counterpart, Seraphim, and eradicate Helix. The rest resides with Astrea: the fate of a fragile world and the rare power coursing through her veins. The magnetic pull to her I cannot sever - the first soul to challenge my beliefs and walk alongside a god.

Some curses are born in silence. Some are written in blood,They never fade away until you let them go. curses that find's a way to make you feel lost,unloved and just a materials for their power. Seraphina Blackwood never believed in legends... until the night a single mistake chained her soul to a power she could neither fight nor escape. The power of soul written in blood,bind to heart. Darius Nocturne, a demon prince feared across worlds, holds the key to her survival-and her destruction. One bond. One forbidden love. One choice that could destroy them both. In a world where shadows remember names and curses never forgive, love is the deadliest magic of all. a power of love that couldn't be feel or touched-too ancient of blood, precious for demons. A bond that sacrifice the love you have and the freedom you need. © All rights reserved

A sharp-minded young scientist leaves behind an enigmatic past in search of her own path-only to have it violently interrupted by an exiled king who crashes straight into her life. Intrigued by his unnatural ability, she sees not a tyrant, but a breakthrough waiting to be unlocked. As her curiosity draws her closer, she becomes entangled with a man ruled by appetite, ego, and unfinished ambition. Will they open a successful toy shop, or is he gonna toy with her emotions?

*now complete* Bad fae. As though there's such a thing as a good fae. Since the fae were exiled from their Otherworld to the human world, Aegrath has been a continent under precarious truce. Hatred runs deep for the atrocities committed in the war following the Return. So, what did this hybrid bastard princess decide to do? Yeah, steal from the arrogant arseholes. My escape nearly ends in an execution when a dark fae assassin decides to save my life. Now that life belongs to Dain of the Voidsworn under magical geas. The fae responsible for killing the only people I had ever loved. He owns me. He controls me. He hates me. He craves me. But no less than I hate and crave him in return, as obsession flares between us. He would destroy the whole world for me, as long as we don't destroy each other first. Is this merely Fate's cruel idea of a joke or is there some other reason the Goddess has forced the two of us together? As my connection to my darkling fae side grows stronger, truths come to light that have the very real power to topple the fragile peace holding Aegrath from the brink of another war. And Dain and I have no choice but to stand against them all together. For fans of Sarah J. Maas and Holly Black. These are not the fairies of your childhood. They are dark and dirty, and sooner kill you as love you. They might even kill you because they fell in love with you. They do nothing unless it suits them, and they will steal your heart.

A young girl, bored and sick of the world as it is, and her life, delves deep into her fantasy worlds every chance she gets to escape this bland, boring, and hurtful reality. But can she delve too deep? So deep her reality begins to fade... and her fantasies, along with their dangers and fantastical, predatory men, become all too real.

"We're going to destroy each other." "You won't stop me." Mass was built to survive. Raze was built to lose control. They fight like enemies. Stay like addicts. And no matter how much they break - they always come back. In a world where demons walk among humans, madness isn't a flaw - it's survival. Mass grew up in the slums, where chaos is the only thing that makes sense. Wild, unstable, and impossible to control, she's always been one step away from becoming the very thing humans fear most. When she's captured by demon hunters, escape seems impossible.. Until she meets Raze. He's dangerous. Unpredictable. Just as broken as she is. Together, they don't just survive - they spiral. In a world that demands sanity, Mass and Raze might just become something far worse than demons.. And the closer they get, the harder it is to tell: is this love... or destruction?

They waited a thousand years for their Goddess. They got a servant instead. Elara is a Zero - a human nobody at Aethelgard Academy, where divinity is forged and mortals are disposable. She was meant to stay invisible, cleaning blood from marble floors and pretending not to see students disappear. Until the Ascension chooses her. Golden power tears into Elara's body, marking her divine - and condemning her to a slow, irreversible ruin. Every miracle steals something from her: memories, warmth, pieces of her humanity she can never get back. Now she stands between three impossible forces: Caspian, the prince who believes her power must be controlled to save the realm. Kaelen, an Ashbound assassin born from a bloodline erased by the gods - sworn to end divinity, even if it means killing her. And Selene, the girl raised to be a Goddess, who refuses to lose her destiny quietly. Elara doesn't want to rule. She doesn't want to be worshipped. She wants to survive. But survival has a price. As the academy fractures and old rebellions rise, Elara is forced to choose between becoming what the world demands - or destroying the system that created her. Even if it costs her magic. Even if it costs her love. Even if she walks away forever broken. Because freedom isn't given. It's taken. And Elara is done asking

As the spare heir to the kingdom of Thegalla, Lauden Erynore's life comes with certain obligations. Like keeping secrets that could tear the country apart and marrying the heir to neighbouring kingdom Zegon to prevent their king invading with his army of kerei; the fearsome dragon shifters under Zegon's command. Still, it could be worse. Crown Prince Reyn is full of witty banter and he's just as sexy as the rumours suggested. For an arranged marriage to a complete stranger with a murderous father, things aren't looking so bad. So, of course, it does get worse. The minute she steps foot into Zegon, Lauden lands firmly in the sights of the kerei legion's deadliest soldier. Lieutenant Drace Darkmore, second bond to Zegon's king, is on a mission to kill any Thegallan that stumbles into his path. Something Lauden does quite literally and all too frequently. Plus, those secrets that could tear apart her country explode out of her - killing dozens in the process. But they are not the only secrets to spill. The more Lauden learns about the shadowed world of the kerei, the more she realises that the truth she grew up on might not be the only one. And the first truth she'll have to learn is that everyone has a little fyre inside them.

Night falls on the kingdom of Circe, darker then its been in centuries. The stars watch hidden beneath storm clouds, their shine dulled in witness at the scene below them. A girl lays sprawled across bloodied cobblestone, wind whipping her hair, rain battering her skin. The air is quiet. She is alone. Broken, bloodied. Betrayed. Once a princess, now fallen. Soon-to-be Queen Brittany of the North barely survived the attack on her kingdom, led by a boy who once held her heart. Left for dead in the crumbled remains of her once glorious palace, Brittany is left to wither away amongst the destruction of her promising future. Her labored breaths tease the ashes on the stone beside her. The stars look away, unable to bear the sight of the princess defeated, as this seems to be the end. But thunder rumbles in the distance and the world holds its breath as the girl struggles to her feet. Blood stains her face, running down her cheeks in rivers. The storm grows in strength as Brittany turns her face to the west, toward the boy who stole everything from her. But when she stares at the crashing sea separating her from her fate, it's not an acknowledgement of her defeat. It's a promise of revenge. _ Contains themes of violence, war, etc. Read with caution

Zylvaris is a time-wielding wizard, drawn to the echoes of broken magic. When she follows a fractured ley line into a cursed land, she expects strangeness. What she finds is far worse: a manor lost in fog, a vampire lord who does not age, and a land quietly unraveling. The people speak in riddles. The mist moves with intent. And the castle watches. As Zylvaris digs deeper into the silence beneath the soil, she begins to understand: Some spells do not fade. They wait.

They say, among the whispers of the leaves and the crackling of hearth fires, that it was the fire itself that gave birth to that child. In a small village, a newborn unlike any other was born: he had hair as red as embers, and eyes that seemed to reflect the dawn. No one could remember such a sign. Some trembled, others prayed. But the priestess Eryndelle, guide of the Gods, spoke with a firm voice: that child was a threat. Exiled and cursed, the child was abandoned to the night. Years later, he returned. No longer as a rejected son, but as a being filled with power and darkness. He did not seek revenge-only mercy. In exchange for peace, he demanded a price: each year, one life in sacrifice. A single name, chosen by fate. Time carved that tribute into tradition. Today, millennia later, the young elf Vidalya is among the names gathered for the draw. She does not know that the shadow is watching her. And that history, with her, is about to change. . . . . . . Warning This book contains explicit content and strong themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Among the elements present in the narrative are: explicit sex scenes, cannibalism, physical and psychological violence, suicide, and executions. Reading is recommended for a mature and aware audience. Sensitive readers are advised to avoid this book. . . . Start date: 07/06/2025 End date:

A mage who never moved on. A knight sworn to a king who fears what love might cost him. When an oracle warns that it is not the right time, the truth becomes unavoidable: the bond between them still lives, but the world is not ready to allow it. Bound by duty and haunted by what they once were, Kaden guards the town's borders while Lilith holds her magic-and her heart-in waiting. Winter tightens its grip. Old feelings stir. And fate begins to shift. Because some love stories aren't forbidden by lack of feeling-they're forbidden by time.

Blood, scars, and secrets-Rasha is a warrior who fears nothing... except the chaos the world keeps throwing at her. Spies lurk, rivals scheme, and the glittering court whispers around her. But out there, on the battlefield, someone-someone she has yet to meet-will change everything. Power. Pride. Survival. And a storm she can't see coming.

He was meant to take her. Instead, he let her live. Again. And again. Elira never believed in gods - not the kind that listened, and certainly not the kind that cared. But when a stolen ring binds her to something ancient and watchful, belief becomes irrelevant. Nekhael is the keeper of the Last Gate, the judge of all - and the one who broke the laws of death for hers. For centuries, he has sent her back. Now, the veil is thinning, and the truth - long buried - demands a price. Hunted by the priesthood and caught between truth and survival, Elira must face the weight of a devotion that has already rewritten fate itself. Because being loved by death is not a blessing. It is a transgression. And this time, it may be the one that destroys them both. --------- New chapter on every Saturday. The background of the book cover was found on Pinterest, though I did not find who made it. I modified it and wrote on it. 'In my villain era' was initially written in the middle part, where I added 'Memento Amoris'.

She stole from vipers. Now she wears his fangs. Lira Voss lived her life in the shadows, stealing relics and slipping through the Black Market unseen. Until the night she stole from the wrong monster. Viper Prince Kain catches her with his forbidden relic still warm in her hands. Instead of killing her, he does something far worse. He binds her to him. One snap of his golden collar and Lira is dragged into the brutal world of the Viper Court-forced into dangerous heists, blood oaths, and a bond that feeds on venom and evenom and obsession. The more she fights him, the more her stolen storm magic awakens. Lightning begins to answer her. Power begins to rise. And the prince who captured her is no longer sure whether he wants to control her... or claim her. But rival courts are circinling, exiled kin are hunting her growing power, and the Viper Prince has only one warning for those who dare touch what is his. Touch her and die. GARY JONES THRONE OF VIPERS Book One of The Viper Court Series

Shhh...

The forest has always protected its own. Elowen was raised beneath ancient trees that whisper secrets older than kingdoms. The forest breathes with magic, and its roots run deeper than anyone in the palace understands. But when the king begins hunting the power hidden within the woods, Elowen is forced into the heart of the very court that fears her. There she finds herself caught between two worlds- the quiet strength of the forest that raised her, and the dangerous beauty of the palace that could destroy it. And between them stands Caellum. The king's son. Her greatest risk. The only person who might understand what the forest truly is. Their connection should never have existed. Not when secrets grow like thorns between them. Not when the king would destroy everything to claim the forest's power. But some bonds cannot be cut. And some thorns were never meant to be removed. As ancient magic stirs and loyalties fracture, Elowen must decide where she belongs-before the roots beneath the kingdom tear everything apart. Because once the forest awakens... nothing will ever grow the same again.

Love. Hate. The two will not be separated. The Darkrealm has claimed its queen and so has Dain, but that doesn't mean we like each other. We are bound closer than many other fae are ever shackled with. Our days are filled with fighting - others as much as each other - and our nights with passion and love. And amid Feyrith's insistence we placate the other courts with my loyalty, the Shaden demand Dain and I...date. Ugh. Apparently, it's not good enough to be in love. Now we have to fall in like as well. Our friends have placed yet another bond on us in the form of geas that we'll work on it. They control us. He controls me. I am getting some measure of control over him now. But no amount of external control can stop truths coming to light, stop the darkness from extinguishing all that's good in our lives. When a member of the Shaden and Dain's gaol gets taken from us, the prisoner fights for its freedom and I might be the only one who can him. I'm nothing. A bastard no one trusts or likes or wants. But I will have to accept my heritage and my destiny if I want to keep the fae I might be starting to like.

Three demon lords to own-One woman they vow to claim.And a world that will burn if she denies them. General Elara Vane has spilled blood for a kingdom that would see her dead for the shadows in her veins. When her corrupt Commander wagers the impossible-a lethal trial in exchange for ownership of three imprisoned Lesser Demon Lords-Elara takes it. She wins. She always does. But "ownership" in the language of demons means something far older, far binding: **Claiming**. Now tied to Malik, Kael, and Zephyr-three feral warrior-gods who see her not as master, but as **Anchor, mate, and queen**-Elara becomes the hunted. If she cannot wield the fused, terrifying power between them... the world will fall to ash.