Darkromantasy Stories

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.

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

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:

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.

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.

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.

*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.