Carmilla And Cecilion Novels & Stories

“If that were your intent, you would have done so when you ascended to the throne. Why haven’t you taken action yet?” I clenched my fists tightly and lifted my gaze slightly to meet the queen’s eyes. She leaned back in her red velvet chair, raising her chin slightly as she spoke softly, “Then what do you think, Emilia? I’ll give you a chance to guess the answer.” Cecilia’s coronation took place yesterday, a grand and spectacular event. Carlos was reinstated as the royal elder and, in that role, crowned Cecilia in front of the Moon Goddess. She also broke the long-standing enmity between werewolves and wizards, announcing Ulysses as her husband.

The letter was already in my room when I lit the candle. I hadn’t heard a knock. One moment I was alone with the rain against the window; the next, an envelope waited on my desk as if it had grown there. Black wax, sealed with a crest of two ravens circling a red moon. My name—Miss Evelyn Blackthorne—written in a hand that knew too much about me. I broke the seal. You seek truths the living won’t name. Come to Whitestone Castle before the full moon wanes. At the foot of the Carpathians you will be met. The road is long. The night longer.

“That I was in danger. That Luciano’s mark was going to kill me.” Milo cursed under his breath. “Camilla… that wasn’t Jax.” The words sent a sharp, icy fear through my body. I felt sick. If it wasn’t Jax, then who—or what—had been in my house last night? * I needed more answers. There was only one person who might know what was going on. Madam Elsie. She was an elder, one of the few wolves who had studied ancient magic and dark curses. If something unnatural had taken Jax’s form, she would know.

"It's a pity then. Perhaps, it's because he is unwilling to meet you. That's quite pitiful. Such is an unrequited love of the daughter of duke Ferner." "You!" Celosia's nose flared, and her pale face was slightly scarlet with anger. The scarlet color looked quite weird on creatures like vampires because of their unbelievably pale countenance. Unwilling to face this arrogantly unreasonable daughter of a duke any longer, she put on the last contemptuous look and instantly teleported away, just in time to avoid Celosia's grabby hands. After this, the little girl must be going back to look for Stelian. She was a little curious about how his constipated face looked like when he found out that Cel

"Mia, as a human, you might not be aware of the rules in the werewolf world. When a child dies, her parents will experience an electrical sensation when they touch the child's urn. "If the werewolf spiritual power was applied on the urn, it would shine like a moon in the night sky." "What did you say? Is there no need for a DNA test? And I thought you couldn't get the test done after Cecilia was cremated…" Mia started rambling in a fit of panic as she glared at me with resentment. Now, I had learned of her plan. "So, Liam, do you want to confirm Cecilia's paternity?" The spiritual power within me had started to stir.

He breathed, hissing silently. "This means she isn't a normal wolf?" I asked, and he nodded. "She is one of the rarest werewolves, endowed with celestial powers by the moon goddess to enable her to destroy the devil's agents, which are the demons." He answered calmly, giving me a weary look, which I clearly understood. Ella was the true mate to Dracula, and just as the Lycan King's letter stated, she was the right one to join forces with the Lycan Prince to stop the demon's invasion. This meant I was ruined already.

Caroline was wrong thinking that Amelia would not do anything to gain what she desired. What more was she able to do if she had been able to locate the warded cabin, and face Caroline face to face? Caroline's gaze turned towards the mound of scrolls and books that clutter the table and the floor all over the cabin. It seemed so exposed, everything of it: records from the secret conferences with Ema, aesthetics of species mixing, pre-classical works on lycanthropes, and the formation of a pack.

Heat curled low in my stomach almost instantly, and I hated how easily he affected me even after everything that had happened today. “Okay,” Cecil said, immediately stepping between us and pressing a hand against Zayn’s chest to push him back slightly. Then her eyes widened. “Wow,” she muttered shamelessly. “You Lycans are built differently.” “Cecil,” I warned instantly. “What?” She defended innocently, though her hand still hadn’t left his chest, even he didn't remove her hand from him, just winked at me. “I’m just saying… now I understand why you’re losing your mind over him.”

Inside the huge territory of the Bloodmoon Pack, the only person who had both the motive and the guts to pull off something this vicious… honestly, besides that arrogant, jealous Cecilia, I couldn’t think of a second name. But what the hell was she aiming for? Just to mess up the Omega banquet out of spite? Or was she coming straight for me? None of it made sense. This was the core of Bloodmoon Pack’s manor. The warehouse was remote, sure, but definitely not some isolated dead zone. With Hebert’s sharp instincts, he’d notice something off here fast. If Cecilia really planned this… she was basically digging her own grave. Then a sharp scream suddenly ripped through the air.

Bram, however, followed after me toward the rogue quarters. I kept my head down as we walked. I never trusted the contacts completely. Bram trailed behind, but made no attempt to pick up a conversation. Caleb had told me prior to being turned a few centuries ago, he was half seer. He was burned at the stake as a witch - even the werewolves didn’t like witches back then - and when he came back as a lycan, he maintained just a bit of his seer abilities. All that to say, I could only imagine there wasn’t much we needed to talk about. He probably knew it all. Of the three lycans, he was the one that scared me the most.