Caraval Novels & Stories

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The ivory card, left a near physical blow to Katherine's chest. "Miss Caroline Donovan and Mr. Castiel Mikaelson cordially invite you to their wedding."

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.

“You really think highly of yourself, fool.” Carl gripped the steering wheel tighter, but his lips twitched in amusement. “You’re going to regret this, Ariel,” he warned, and then pressed the accelerator just enough to make the car lurch forward playfully. The engine roared as he zoomed down the driveway toward the sprawling Zubrel estate. --- At the Palace Gates

“Why wouldn’t I be? It was a stupid dare, sure, but it’s done.” Barry smirked, fishing out the keys from his pocket and tossing them to Carlson. “You earned it, champ. That’s the last of my dad’s collection , a '78 Vetro Coupe. Take good care of her.” The keys landed in Carlson’s palm with a solid, metallic weight. He looked down at them , at what he’d won and for a moment, it didn’t feel right. Not when he pictured Randy’s smile. Not when he remembered how Randy had whispered I trust you under the rooftop lights.

Carla's grin widened as she noticed John's quizzical expression. "I know, right?" she chuckled, gesturing towards the interior. "Sometimes, I surprise myself with the crap I come up with." She smirked, referring to the establishment's unique name. John couldn't help but see the humour in it; it was almost a mocking nod at Carla’s shifter nature. Parking at the back of the building, Carla explained, "We're going in from the back since we aren't opening for another couple of hours." The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the expansive parking area, where only one other car was parked.

The person in charge of the two massive horses came down and approached us. Henry and I remained still, unsure of what was about to happen. The man stood in front of us, dressed in a classy noble suit that belied his station as a carriage driver, while he withdrew two small cards from a dimensional bag. "Hello, my name is Carl Joven, and your names are Henry Floyd and Riel Alheim, respectively?" "My name is Riel." "And I am Henry." "Here are your academy credentials. Don't lose them at any cost. By the way, my name is Baron Carl Joven from the City of Orioch."

Carnation scanned the invitation card, which was black with a gold leaf design on the right side. The name of the nightclub is written in large letters on the front, and a quote is written in smaller letters below. 'A place where your hidden desire unleash, like pleasure in paradise' "We're here," the driver announces. Carnation peered out the car window. "We've arrived. . . I didn't notice. Thank you so much for the free ride, sir." "No problem. I'm delighted to help you. Let's just meet again when you've decided to take the job I'm offering." She gave him a friendly smile.

The candle was not giving enough light but she managed. . . Carly went clubbing at SHARON. She was all wide and giving off cool vibes. A guy walked towards her and held her by the waist. He was looking handsome and she suddenly liked him. He admired her mini gown and blue scarf around her neck while he kept on staring at her too. "What have you come for?" "Nothing you know not of" he said and rubbed her bare shoulder. She felt a tingle and pulled him by the collar immediately. "Let us just dance" she said about to pull away but he pulled her back. He was licking his lower lip and that got her upset.

Where is Ara? He said he was at the amusement park. It's terrible! There are so many people here on Sundays." I am currently walking inside the amusement park, where there are many rides such as ferries wheel, roller coaster, carousel and so on. Because Ara called me last night. He said that we should meet here today at the amusement park because he has something important to tell me. But I have called him almost ten times but still no one answers. I'm worried about him.

Easton remarked, making Reverie, who had been stroking Ash’s fur, turn toward him. “You never asked.” Her answer made the young man sigh. No wonder he had yet to find any clues; he did not even know how Reverie had arrived in the first place. “That’s the most basic thing to know,” he replied, still looking at Reverie. “I came through a stone.” Easton’s brows furrowed at the absurd answer. “This isn’t the time to joke around,” the young man warned. “I’m not joking! I was leaning against a stone in a garden in Bellmere, and the next thing I knew, the stone swallowed me. When I opened my eyes, I was already inside Ardenvale.”