Caraval Novels & Stories

He kept noticing. The car stopped. I got out and breathed the open air and tried to leave the last two hours in the vehicle where they belonged. The first bridal store was genuinely beautiful. Enormous glass windows along the front. Crystal chandeliers throwing fractured light across everything. Rows of white and ivory and cream arranged with the particular care of a place that understood it was selling more than fabric. For a moment, standing in the entrance with the light catching the sequins on the nearest gown, something in me lifted. This was real. I was getting married. I was going to be Fabian's Luna. Three more weeks and everything would be different.

Cain scoffed, feeling his anger begin to resurface. "My relationship is none of anyone's business but mine." he said. crossing his arms. "Is it not her business too?" Evelyn asked rhetorically. "What about your pack? Is it not their business that they have a Luna?" "In order for her to be a Luna she has to be marked by her mate, the Alpha, and inducted into the pack." "And you're not going to do either of those things?" Evelyn asked. Cain shook his head. "I can't mark her."

At last they bade each other goodbyes, Ivan and ivory entered the carriage which Keya was in while Chloe and Alfred entered another carriage which had the luggage of everyone. As the carriage moved ivory peeked out the window in excitement, she enjoyed seeing how the peasant carried on their daily activities, she also enjoyed breathing in the pollution free air it was simply refreshing. Keya stared at ivory with jealousy which was quickly concealed when she noticed Ivan studying her. Ivan and ivory sat opposite to her. ‘I don’t like you’ Ivan suddenly said which made both ivory and Keya look at him. ‘Me’ Keya asked pointing to herself. ‘Who’s the stranger here?’Ivan asked.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

I go from the school compound to the bank of the road. I try calling my mom again, hoping she will pick up this time, but still no answer. "What a good mom you are for not caring about where your daughter is at this time." My voice rises in anger. As I turn, I am stunned to see the guy I'm dared to kiss in the corridor driving a dark red Chevrolet car past me. One of his hands hangs from his car, and he smirks when he sees me in a cocky way. My heart skips a beat at his reaction.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

"Look at you, Amelia. You're like a madwoman!" She pointed out the car window. "Do you know where we are? This is where the wolves tore Heidi apart! I'm going to make sure you meet the same fate!" Fear gripped my heart, yet I did not seem to care. Death might even be a relief at this point. "Go to hell!" Mandy flung open the car door and shoved me out. I hit the ground hard, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the sorrow in my heart. Soon, the car's headlights faded into the distance, leaving me engulfed in darkness.

Carsen pointed at the desserts inside the counter and asked, "Which one do you like?" Carolyn pointed at several slices, "Pistachio Raspberry Cheesecake and Caramel Chai." Carsen ordered two pieces and then asked for popcorn, fries, and juice. The ticket seller asked cautiously, "Are you Carsen and Ms. Carolyn?" Carsen openly admitted, "Yes, I was pursuing Ms. Carolyn." "But aren't you nieces and nephews?" the ticket seller exclaimed. "Reasonable and legal, with no blood relationship at all," Carsen said, and then laughed, asking, "Are we compatible?"

That she was dangerous. But… something about the way she looked at me—it wasn’t anger. It was curiosity. A hollow opens ahead. Just like he described. Thick oaks wrapped in moss, a dip in the land barely visible unless you knew it was there. Nestled in the hollow is the carriage. Black, silver-trimmed, waiting like a coiled snake. Two guards stand at attention outside. I recognize the insignia on their collars—old council elite. One steps forward and offers his gloved hand. “Miss Carol,” he says stiffly. “Your father instructed us to wait for you.”

The car pulled up outside the venue at eight o'clock exactly. The building was designed with all clean lines and lit glass, the entrance was flanked by arrangement of barriers and lighting that transformed an arriving crowd into content. The Vine Entertainment showcase drew a specific tier of industry attendance, a kind of even where everyone was there to be seen and had prepared accordingly. Some were there to make new connections while some were there to flaunt the connections they'd made and also to gist. Regardless, what nobody had prepared them for apparently was them.