Caraval Novels & Stories

He paused, took a deep breath and continued, "As you can see, my son, Travis, will soon take over the pack when he turns eighteen, and he will have a mate to rule beside him. I think you already know who that is, so I would like to call Carmela to stand beside me, please?" Among the crowd, Carmela stood radiant in her pale pink elegant strapless cocktail dress with its poofy skirt. It had a sweetheart neckline with rhinestones adorning the edges. She paired it up with pink strappy sandals and her hair was down in soft curls. Her make-up, although it was only minimal, still looked flawless and beautiful.

At that same moment, Davis flipped his card open too, as if their timing were planned, as if they were set on a time bomb. Phew! Their cards matched. Both bore the same TREE symbols. Whispers flooded the room. Bella threw her card aside instantly, hatred brewing in her eyes. “Congratulations to our newest model in the company. Carolina Anderson! Please, step forward.” Mr. Samson’s voice boomed with excitement as applauses filled the hall. Caro stood frozen, disbelief flashing in her eyes. She never imagined her card would fit, yet here it was. Gathering her long, flared dress, she lifted the hem slightly to walk more easily up the stairs.

The headlines hit before dawn. By morning, Liraé Atelier wasn’t just trending — it was exploding. Social media was flooded with photos from the gala: Aria’s breathtaking gown, the glittering Carver siblings, and, most importantly, the shots no one was supposed to take. One image had gone viral within hours — Liana Carver on the terrace, standing between Draven Dusk, Aiden Cross, and Viktor Moretti. The caption? “The Heiress and Her Three Kings.”

"Her contact details are all over his phone records, and surveillance footage shows her meeting him in person with a suspicious bag. An arrest warrant has been issued." It didn't make sense. How could Cayetana do this to her own daughter? I shook my head, trying to process the betrayal. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yes," Liam added. "You've received a formal invitation to a gala hosted by Olivia. It's three nights from now, and it's marked as compulsory attendance." I nodded slowly. Olivia's plan was still unfolding, and if she was gathering a crowd, it could only mean one thing: the endgame was near.

Sam stepped to the firepit, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s blade, Jasper’s twig, Lila’s map, pups’ murmurs, Kevin’s gaze. Her tattoo pulsed, Luna’s purr a call—Lead, Sam, unite them. “Pack,” she said, voice clear, resonant, flames leaping, casting her shadow long. “The cave’s alive—blood altar, runes, fresh kills. It’s called the Iron Veil, a curse older than Zane, tied to blood, frost, a pack beyond the ridge.” Her staff gleamed, green eyes fierce, the iron scent a faint sting in her lungs.

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.

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."

The mischievous laugh of mine played at the back of my head. **** "Ace! Where are my keys?" Zach asked Adam from inside the house as soon as we stepped outside. I saw Adam threw some car keys to Zach, before giving him the finger. "Eva, look at him, he's bad!" Zach pouted at me and I laughed, Adam waved me goodbye and signaled me some hand sign about my phone, so I nodded. A red Mercedes was parked in front of my house, this is the one that Adam used in our date! It was Zach's after all. "Nice color,” I muttered.

________________________________________ *CARL POV* Hi, I am Carl Davis, Lando's second in command. He’s like a brother to me, actually. He’s cold and arrogant, but he’s someone that you can trust and talk to. For years he has waited for his mate. Whenever he sees other wolves with their mates, he would get sad. Every day I prayed to the goddess that he would find his mate and be happy one day. It never once crossed my mind that she would be a vampire. When he fainted James called me to a corner and we chatted a bit. ________________________________________