Carmilla And Cecilion Novels & Stories

Camilla's POV "I got mad at Damon, and that made me murder the three men in his office. I didn't know who exactly they were, but they were his supporters anyway," Cassian explained, laying next to me in bed. "I was supposed to wipe out half of his pack members and watch what he's gonna do. He's the cause of the miscarriage." I let out a quiet breath. I didn't know how to feel about the miscarriage. Of course, my wolf grieved for the child loss because of the mate bond that was getting stronger every day.

“There’s a reason your wolves called to each other the way they did, a reason the Moon Goddess united two souls bound by oracle blood.” “Oracle blood…” Kylan tilted his head, his brows knitting. “What do you mean by that?” “Well,” Cecilia breathed. “The two of you are both from royal families, are you not? Oracle blood.” “I don’t think that’s what you meant,” Kylan stated. I could sense he wanted to ask more, to push for answers, but something in Cecilia’s expression told him now wasn’t the time. “It is exactly what I meant,” Cecilia said. “Now go say your goodbyes before I have to drag you back to Starlight myself.”

--- Theron began to dream of forests. Not burning ones. But ones filled with whispers. He heard his name on the wind. He drew a symbol in the soil—three points connected by a spiral. When Selene saw it, her blood ran cold. It was the same mark from her dream. The shadow seal. --- That night, Elira woke coughing. She couldn’t breathe. When Selene rushed to her, she found her daughter’s lips faintly glowing with starlight. Not silver. Not flame. Something else.

Elsa pleaded. She knew she was dead the moment she entered the forest but she had to try to save the child. She knew Cecilia would help since she probably saw everything that happened. Cecilia is a hybrid of a witch and a werewolf and that's why she was charged with the responsibility of protecting the forest. Whenever there were invaders, she would create the mist to blind them, giving the wolves the upper hand to attack. Elsa stretched the baby towards Cecilia with a slight smile on her face. The little infant moved and suddenly opened her eyes but they didn't have their normal color this time, they were sky blue.

“I’ll keep it a secret, Aunt. Caveen will be safe. But I need to figure out the rest of this, especially about Aster.” --- Carl's Realization As Carl bid Merca goodbye and prepared to leave, his thoughts continued to swirl. He had pieces of the puzzle, but not the whole picture. As he drove away from the mansion, it all clicked into place. He understood now how Aster had become pregnant with his child. There were things even the Elites didn’t fully understand, but he’d learned one crucial thing—Lycan and vampire could procreate. The possibility of hybrids—vampire and witch, Lycan and vampire—was a reality that defied nature’s boundaries.

He knew that I would come, the manipulative bastard. I inject his arm without warning and grin when he winces. “Sorry to disappoint you. You get to live and oh, I found your mate.” He lets out a weak laugh. “She is gorgeous and brilliant, but very much crazy. You will make a good crazy couple. You owe me a lifetime.” “Is this your way of trying to get me better? Giving me something to live for?” I place Cecilia’s jersey over him and watch his reaction. “She is a known world renowned mad Lycan professor. Her madness is worse during her ovulation. I noticed that she seems to be cured when she is closer to your DNA samples I was working on. My guess is, she is your mate. What do you think?”

“Come to bed, love. You need rest. Today was a lot.” They lay together in the darkened bedroom, Ethan’s arm wrapped protectively around her waist. His steady breathing should have soothed her, but sleep came slowly and brought no peace. The Nightmare Cecilia stood at the top of the grand marble staircase in the Blackwood Mansion. The air was thick with the scent of roses and something metallic blood. Her pregnant belly felt heavy, the twins kicking inside her as if sensing danger. Adrian’s voice echoed from below. “Cecilia! Come back to me. You belong here. With me. With our family.”

Simple science, my arse He thought. He has never seen such a thing in his life and being part of the resistance was never his plan. Just like Aeshua, he was dragged into it by the same person who dragged Aeshua, Carmilla. Carmilla used to be the leader of the resistance in the south until one day, she vanished without a trace coming home from her last operation in the Central power located in the middle of Phynoisse. A week later, her mutilated body parts were located across different parts of the east and west with her name carved in every piece of flesh. Her head was retrieved messfuly stitched on the body of a goat. It was a gruesome sight that Antonio saw but never revealed to Aeshua, kn

Cecelia let out an agonized howl, her fingers instantly loosening as her dagger fell into the dust. Before the false Luna could fall to her knees, Elena drove her knee into Cecelia's ribs, sending her crashing across the wooden floorboards until she slammed violently into the iron post where Sarah had been bound. Cecelia lay there in a crumpled, sobbing heap, her white fur cloak stained with the mud and blood of the platform.

“Sooner or later, we’ll meet him. I feel it!” “We have to be careful, Coraline. There are so many— I almost stopped walking when I smelled a wolf scent. But it’s a bit different from a natural wolf smell. It’s foul and almost rotten. A rogue! Coraline became serious, trying to figure out the location of the scent. Yes, she can do that. She’s really special. Thanks to her abilities, we could avoid some warrior from that stinky pack. “The filthy wolf is not from our fake pack, Ceci.” I felt her rolling her eyes. “But yeah, it’s a rogue. Maybe two miles away, south.”