Supernaturalromance storie

Ek failed actor... ek khoobsurat jinn... aur ek aisi mohabbat jo dono duniyaon ke beech ki hai. ❤️👻 Kartik ko kya pata tha ki Udaipur ka woh purana mahal uski zindagi badal dega... aur Naira uski mohabbat ban jayegi. 🌙✨

Amara Williams has spent years building the life she chose. A successful business. A brilliant career. No ministry. No prophecy. No pastor. Especially no pastor. Three years ago, Amara loved God with everything she had. She preached, prayed for the sick, and witnessed miracles through her ministry. Then her father died. After that, she stopped asking God for anything. Now, at twenty-nine, she has everything under control. Until a friend drags her to a Christian conference. And God speaks. "That man is your husband." Amara looks toward the stage. Pastor Daniel Adeyemi. The last man she would ever choose. Daniel has his own problem. Months earlier, God told him his wife would be a prophet. Then he had a dream about a mysterious woman he had never met. When Amara walks into the conference, something about her looks strangely familiar. Neither of them understands what God is doing. Neither of them is ready for what happens next. Because the closer Amara gets to Daniel, the harder it becomes to keep God out of her life. And some things God calls back to life are impossible to bury twice. Will she allow God's plans to prevail and get married to the pastor?

It began with fire and prayer.. An exorcism meant to cleanse. When Father Henry exorcises a demon from a possessed villager, he doesn't expect the darkness to follow him home. Now the priest and the demon are bound, cursed to share a life neither of them wanted. Hunted by the Church, rejected by Hell, and caught between faith and damnation, the two find themselves running from both Heaven and Hell. What starts as a battle of will and survival slowly turns into something else: understanding. Yearning. A deep chain only death can break. But in a village that burns what they fear, bond like theirs was never meant to survive... A slow-burn, full of dark humor and angst, is what makes this forbidden connection between light and darkness.

Cimmeria Thrace had entered Vesperion Academy believing knowledge could protect her. She had been wrong. In Kaeltharion, the Prolonged ruled from ancient towers while the Brief struggled to survive beneath them. Cimmeria had been chosen to enter their world, believing the academy could become her escape. Instead, she found black marble halls, brutal trials, dangerous creatures, ancient traditions, and secrets buried beneath centuries of privilege. Then there was Evander Valtorin. He had been born into power and raised to believe the world belonged to people like him. Beautiful, influential, and gifted with the ability to control the minds of others, he had never been denied anything. Until Cimmeria. She did not worship him. She did not fear him enough. And she refused to become another person beneath his control. Her defiance fascinated him. His attention frightened her. What began as unwanted fascination slowly became something darker, drawing them into a dangerous world where obsession could disguise itself as devotion and power could become its own form of imprisonment. Beneath Vesperion's gothic towers, something was changing. The city seemed to feel it. The academy seemed to know it. Even the ancient machines beneath its foundations appeared to be waiting. Cimmeria had entered Vesperion, hoping to build a future. She would discover that survival required more than intelligence. It required strength. It required courage. And sometimes, it required becoming something the people who underestimated you could never have imagined. A dark, futuristic, gothic romance filled with obsession, supernatural abilities, dangerous power dynamics, forbidden attraction, academy rivalries, ancient aristocracy, psychological tension, and secrets beneath the rain. Vesperion was never simply a school. It was a world waiting to consume her. Mature themes. Explicit content. Reader discretion advised. © RelleLebby / R. L. / Relle H.

The city never truly slept. It waited. Beneath Shanghai's rain-slick towers and glowing streets, ancient immortals still moved through the modern world, hidden behind wealth, power, and carefully constructed identities, and the centuries had changed their clothing, their empires, and their methods. Their hunger remained. Rhea had survived twelve centuries of them. Born in the storm-wracked island kingdom of Azimara, she had once entered a vampire empire as a powerless outsider. She learned to survive by becoming something no one could easily control. Centuries later, she had become a shadow moving through Shanghai's supernatural underworld, protecting those who could not protect themselves and refusing to belong to anyone. Then she encountered Mingze Xu. A young officer with impossible instincts, unfamiliar dreams, and eyes that awakened memories Rhea had spent centuries trying to bury. He did not know her. She remembered everything. As old rivalries resurfaced and the hidden vampire world began to fracture, the distance between them became impossible to ignore. What began as suspicion became recognition. Recognition became longing. And longing threatened to awaken something neither of them was prepared to face. Because their connection had begun long before modern Shanghai. It had survived palace walls, bloodshed, betrayal, memory, and time itself. Now the past was returning. And the ancient world beneath the city was watching. ETERNAL ECHOES is a dark paranormal romance filled with reincarnation, forbidden love, vampire courts, wuxia-inspired combat, supernatural mystery, Gothic atmosphere, slow-burn tension, and a love story spanning centuries. Some love stories fade with time. This one learned how to survive it. ©️ Relle H

Jungkook can see ghosts. He just never expected one of them to be a boy who doesn't know he's dead. Taehyung remembers only his name. And somehow, he's Jungkook's problem now.

TRAPPED SERIES - BOOK II Sequel to "Trapped in the Sovereign's Sin" A dark mafia fantasy romance about a king who crosses worlds for the wife who no longer remembers him.

Seoul does not surrender its oldest secrets, and some oaths were never meant to be broken. They were meant to be chosen. When a Black American woman arrives in Bukchon with a camera and a curiosity that unsettles old wards, she does not expect the city to watch her back. She does not expect the man in the lantern-lit hanok at the end of the alley, the one who has spent four centuries waiting for something he could not name. He is not entirely human and has not been for a long time. The blade beneath his floor has been keeping count. Between them something ancient and deliberate stirs, and the spirits notice immediately. The moon has terms. A wound from the Goryeo era is not finished bleeding. A spirit in the Han River has been patient for four hundred years and has learned to mistake that patience for entitlement. And the city itself is watching to see what she does with all of it. This is not a soft love story. It is the kind that costs something real, that lives in the space between devotion and danger, between mercy and reckoning. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

She never thought she'd meet the one who would change her life among the dead. Faith is a high school girl from a deeply religious American family. But since Ren, her boyfriend, lost his life in a scooter accident the previous spring, she no longer believes in anything-or anyone. Consumed by grief and unable to return to school or live a normal life, Faith finds her only escape in Miles, her best friend and next-door neighbor. Then autumn arrives. As the leaves wither and the sky, so gray it deserves to be forgiven, weeps its tears, Faith begins to notice a boy standing among the graves. Then at church. Then everywhere she goes. Except she seems to be the only one who can see him. Who is this mysterious boy who keeps appearing in her path? Why has he entered her life? And what does he want from her?

For nineteen years, Amber Winters believed her life was ordinary. The same town. The same people. The same predictable existence. Until she is seen. Someone-or something-has finally found her. Forced to leave behind everything she has ever known, Amber discovers that her entire life has been built upon a lie. The world she thought she knew is only one part of something far greater: a world of magic, monsters, ancient secrets and dangerous realms. And she isn't meant to be there. Especially not with him. A powerful warrior with secrets of his own. A man she was never supposed to meet. Yet as their paths become impossibly intertwined, Amber begins to realise that being together could have consequences far greater than either of them imagined. Because some collisions aren't accidents. And theirs could destroy everything.

**BOOK TWO** Evelyn Hart set them free. She watched the house fall. She carried their ashes home. She grieved, healed, and built a life that belonged only to her. She did everything right. So why does the universe keep putting the same three men in her path? A reckless stranger on a bicycle. A police officer with familiar kindness. An architect whose eyes soften when he looks at her. They don't remember Eldermoor. They don't remember dying. But something in them remembers her. Some loves don't end. They wait.

He chose duty. She chose herself. Fifty years ago, Malik made a choice that changed everything. Seraya was supposed to be his future. Instead, he chose the life expected of him-and watched the woman he loved build a life without him. Now they're older, wiser, and still somehow drawn to each other. But love is the least dangerous thing waiting for them. Beneath the quiet lives of humans, vampires rule through ancient bloodlines, political alliances, old grudges, and secrets that were never meant to surface. Witches have their own history. Powerful families have their own agendas. And some things have existed long before anyone thought to call them monsters. Seraya wants a life that belongs to her. Malik wants a second chance. The vampire court wants control. And somewhere between them, an old secret is beginning to wake up. Love may have survived fifty years. The question is whether everything else will. A dark vampire fantasy about love, family, power, politics, secrets, and the consequences of choosing too late. Welcome to Nyxara. 🌙🩸

"I would have let you eat me alive and called it love, if you'd only kept looking." Pierrot and Harlequin used to only need each other. Then MC walked into the Freak Circus of Horrors and everything changed. Now Harlequin watches the boy he loves fall for someone new - masking his heartbreak behind jokes and flirtation, because that's the only kind of honesty a jester is allowed. A forbidden, angsty yandere x monster love story about jealousy, betrayal, and finding your way back to each other. #GreenApple #PierrotxHarlequin #YandereMonster #ForbiddenLove

There is a Yakshini in the mayavan (the forest of illusion) of Atala, Mohini. She is cursed - whoever loves her, she will devour. Rudhiraksh has waited 100 years for her hunger to end. Our protagonist doesn't care if he lives or dies. And Mohini? For the first time, she doesn't feel hungry. She feels fear. *Mayavan Ki Ek Premkatha - A love story where love is the feast.*

I stood there, her green eyes tracing me. Even without looking I could feel it. The quiet questions she held. Why did I do it? Honestly, I do not know. I just did. Guilt was all I felt. But I didn't move. I stood there and watched her leave - taking questions with her that even I could not answer. I watched him with nothing but curiosity. Not anger. Not hate. Just curiosity. As to what I could have possibly done to deserve it. He didn't look at me. Not even a glance. And somehow, I understood what I didn't know. Tied by war, fate, betrayal and guilt. Tied by responsibilities, roles and duties. Will they fight for what their hearts know is right? Or will they succumb to the cruelty of a world that was never on their side? ILLBOUND.

For ten generations, the Rathore empire produced only sons. Then came two girls. Then came one terrible Tuesday. And then there was one. 🖤 Some bonds don't end. They just become invisible to everyone else.

Eallair had bumped through life, following Tor's lead, but with the date for his own visit to the proving grounds looming, he needs to be sure of his own heart. Unfortunately, with his gift playing havoc with his eyesight, and the glare of others auras ensuring a constant migraine, it's proving difficult to focus on what he wants from life. It seemed easier to down a bottle of absinthe and pass out in a stranger's bed, than to worry about whether or not he should even be taking the trials. But maybe the trials were the answer to his problems; hadn't the Taghadairean taken Deòthas's magic as her sacrifice? Maybe they would take his gift too. And if they found him unworthy? Well, then he wouldn't need to worry about anything ever again. Tancred couldn't remember the last time he felt happy. Being chief had always been an honour, but after millennia of life, he was beginning to feel tired, stretched thin; his weariness went into his very soul. If he'd been another chief, in another time, he might have fallen on his sword, but as so many people kept reminding him, the Comhairle couldn't afford a change of leadership. The nobles would use his fall to justify the disbandment of the Council, and with evil still gathering, no one could afford that. Even warrior chiefs need something to live for, though. The lull left in the wake of the Manipulator's death was only ever going to provide a temporary peace. Raghnall had gone to ground. Cailean's demonic sponsors were unlikely to abandon their quest for chaos simply because one minion had fallen. The question? Who was going to make the next move, and can the Comhairle come through the next battle unscathed?

Krishika Sharma was just a writer. She believed in fictional men - the kind who never leave, never betray, never choose someone else. So she wrote him. Tall. Quiet. Dangerous. The kind of love that doesn't ask - it takes. One night, half joking, half desperate, Krishika typed - "If someone like you exists... prove it." At 2:17 A.M., her room grew cold. The lights flickered. And beneath her words, new ones appeared. "I do not need to prove myself, Angle." He is not human. He is not safe. And he has waited far too long. Because jinn do not love gently. They choose once. And they never un choose.

lots of romance and sex and fighting just real life stuff except for the fact they are vampires

#1st 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 (6/6/26) #9th 𝙄𝙣 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚(12/6/26) #3rd 𝙄𝙣 𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 (28/8/26) Rose fell in love with a 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵. Breathtaking and Handsome, his beauty just over shadows his evil intents. He has a strange history , mixed with betrayal, brokenpromises and incomplete ceremonies. Sometimes he feels guilty for himself, when he gets irritated by his evil karma. He has completely forgotten... Who he was as a normal human being. Will This end well for Rose? What if he is just seeking some prey? Or... Is he just a broken soul? ☽ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇