Darkromantasy Stories

Après des années de loyaux services rendus à la couronne, les Belladone sont accusés de sorcellerie et condamnés sans procès. À seulement onze ans, Azran assiste à l'exécution brutale de ses parents, massacrés sous ses yeux par ceux qu'ils avaient juré de servir. Arraché à son enfance dans un bain de sang, il parvient à fuir les murs du château, emportant avec lui une unique certitude : un jour, les Venceslas paieront. Dans les rues obscures de la capitale, il rencontre Godric, maître de la confrérie du Clair-obscur, la plus redoutée des guildes d'assassins. Fasciné par la rage qui consume l'enfant, il l'accueille au sein du sanctuaire et lui offre une nouvelle existence. Azran disparaît. Cyrus naît. Pendant dix longues années, Azran perfectionne l'art de tuer, nourrissant en silence le brasier de sa vengeance. Mais lorsque le destin place sur sa route un jeune homme attaqué dans une ruelle, tout vacille. Car celui qu'il sauve n'est autre qu'Edward, prince héritier de Séraphina. Le fils des bourreaux qui ont tué ses parents. Son ancien ami. Ce garçon à la beauté presque irréelle qu'il suivait autrefois comme une ombre. Alors qu'un mal mystérieux ronge peu à peu le prince, l'assassin se retrouve déchiré entre deux désirs inconciliables : celui de voir tomber la dynastie qui a détruit sa famille, et celui, plus dangereux encore, qui l'attire irrémédiablement vers Edward. Car certaines blessures réclament le sang. D'autres exigent un sacrifice. Et dans un monde où la lumière enfante les monstres tandis que les ténèbres abritent parfois les âmes les plus sincères, l'amour pourrait bien être la plus impitoyable des condamnations.

She was reborn to serve her Master-destined to become his queen and rule the underworld. But Heaven may have other plans. When she meets a quiet village boy who treats her like she's human, not a weapon, she begins to learn what it truly means to feel. Now Kiara must choose: surrender her humanity and rise as the demon queen she was created to be... or fight for a life and a love she never believed she deserved.

Shhh...

Within the decaying walls of a grand palace, a Goddess of Balance who has survived centuries of loneliness meets a Dark God who has forgotten the meaning of peace-until her. For more than a millennium, he has commanded the monsters that haunt the shadows and lurk in nightmares. Brutally efficient, precise and numb-always in complete control. But now, the Son of the Night has learned one thing a Dark God should never know-what it feels like to be whole. He would damn the world to keep her safe and wait centuries for her. But while the Daughter of Zeus opens her heart to him and accepts his protection, she denies him the one thing he craves-her complete surrender. Weighed down by her isolation, she skillfully navigates the lethal politics of supernatural beings, moving with quiet authority from her mansion to ancient halls and distant corners of the world, all the while denying herself what her heart truly wants. But he keeps showing up in her life-a dark, dangerous presence that follows her every step, watching the threats that lurk in every corner. Unyielding and worshipful, he gently seduces her and waits patiently for her to realize that in his shadows is the only place she is truly safe. A slow-burn mythic story about trauma, divine responsibility, and the terrifying devotion of a man who is never tamed. Expect: -Emotionally Mature Romance with Slow-Burn Tension -Dark Fantasy with Morally Grey Characters -A Fiercely Protective and Devoted MMC -Powerful FMC who is strong and independent, yet soft -Gothic Horror Elements -No SA or Abuse with your Romance For fans of Alchemised, One Dark Window and The Wolf King.

*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.

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.

Grima Wormtongue has taken Rohan by force, and he's determined to make Eowyn his queen. Trapped in a gilded cage, Eowyn finds herself under the rule of a man she loathes - a man whose dangerous obsession with her has only grown with his power. Wormtongue must grapple with the reality of power, manipulation, and obsession, even as his long-repressed humanity begins to surface in unexpected, dangerous ways. Eowyn must fight to hold on to her fire and autonomy, as she navigates the thin line between rebellion and survival. What follows is a slowburn battle of wills told from both POVs: an uneasy dance where intimacy is a weapon and trust is a delicate poison. Both serpent and shieldmaiden must confront: what happens when your enemy knows you better than you know yourself?

"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?

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?

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

in a world split by war, lyra is a low magic healer with one forbidden skill: she can see the death in a person's blood. when she's captured by the enemy, the kingdom cursed prince is her prisoner to treat. one touch is supposed to heal him. instead, the mate Bond ignite.. . and every time they touch, his curse eats him alive.if she saves him,her people will call her a traitor.if she let's him die, the bond will kill her too.

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

A World. A War. A Marriage Aliance. In the world of Endica, every soul is born with an elemental essence - which is an ability to command one of the elements: fire, water, earth, air, plants, animals, and the two rarest elements, the shadows, and the celestial. Two kingdoms have long held this world's fragile peace in a stranglehold: Aurelion, empire of invention, and Amowi, kingdom of natural abundance. Now, to end an era of hostility, they've brokered the only currency both crowns will accept. A marriage. Crown Prince Cassian Valenhart clawed his way to the throne over the bodies of every male heir who stood before him. Feared as the Lord of Death, he is ruthless, brilliant, and utterly without reverence -he spits on the ancient faith-Didyanism-and goes against its every rule. His Shadow essence is weak. His will is not. Grand Princess Akosua "Seraphina" Nyamewaa Abonowoo is everything he is not - warm, deeply faithful, and beloved. A devoted daughter of Didymianism, the world's oldest faith, she carries the celestial essence, a gift called "the mark of the anointed" and adored by many. Beneath her grace lives a fierce, cunning, unbreakable woman. She is also a woman with an agenda. Whether he is a heretic or not she is determined to make him hers. The Crown Prince has another agenda, a purely political one, and she was the perfect stepping stone to get to it. An ancient threat arises and threatens war, yet the people of power keep it secret. Why? A war is brewing under the facade of peace. Will this forced couple be ready when it surfaces?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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:

They sent a Fool. She made a King. They started a war. She took the throne. They left a debt. She made a God. 𓆩♛𓆪 THE EMPRESS AND THE FOOL TRILOGY 𓆩♟𓆪 BOOK THREE: THE KING CHECKMATE ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Tatiana Azar was meant to survive quietly. She chose conquest. Now Qinyan burns. Houses fracture. Armies rise. The Dragon Throne waits. But something older is at the gates. It does not beg. It does not bargain. It has waited four centuries to collect. ༺═──────── 𓆩♛𓆪 ────────═༻ Ahzul was her scandal. Her weapon. Her forbidden ruin. Now he is her King. He would burn the world for her. And Tatiana will make him divine. Mercy is dead. The crown is hungry. And the Black Queen will burn what remains before she lets them take him again. 𓆩♛𓆪 They thought checkmate ended the game. She made it the massacre. 𓆩♟𓆪