Carmilla Book Novels & Stories

I plead, come back… But the darkness of my vampire nature is too strong, rearing its head for the first time in a century. It refuses to let go, sinking its claws deeper, pushing me to the edge. Liliana’s heart begins to slow, her participation fading. She’s slipping further, the life in her dimming. Panic claws at my chest, desperation surging as I gather the last remnants of my will. With a final, gut-wrenching scream from the depths of my soul, I tear myself away from her.

I'm gonna kill him, Cullen thought angrily as his wolf took over his senses, waking Aislinn up. She turned groggily to see what was going on just in time to hear a door slamming and then a body slamming. It took a moment for her mind to clear. She had been trying to read the book and was attempting to bring the image of the words back to her mind. But nothing was coming.

Lila moaned, her eyes closed. Ryan gasped and opened his mouth near her neck. His sharp fangs and strong teeth slowly grazed her delicate skin. He wanted to bite her hard, wanted to teach her, to own her… His body jerked backward and he pressed his palm over his mouth, stifling a groan of desire and pain. “Go back to your room. Now!” Lila was terrified by his frightening voice—a tone she had never heard before, as if he weren’t human. She ran out of his room, clutching her nightgown tightly against her chest. Her trembling body betrayed her fear.

She was associated with witchcraft, magic, the Moon, doorways, and creatures of the night like hell-hounds and ghosts. It looks like Cora is a powerful witch, no wonder my mother is always at her back and forth. I sighed before entering inside with my mother, who seemed pleased with the interior of the cave. Though the inside is not that bright still, I could see a lot of goddesses and witches' heads carved on the wall. With my hands inside my pocket, I stride behind my mother toward Cora's chamber. The present witch mother on earth. "You came, my king!" I heard a voice, the voice echoed the whole place, startling me.

“What is my destination? Where is it exactly that I’m going?” He led her to the end of the final corridor, and they stopped before a large, elaborate tomb. Caitlin could feel the energy coming off of the tomb, and she knew right away that this was the tomb of Saint Francis. She felt recharged just standing near it, felt herself growing stronger, coming back into her own. She wondered again if she had come back as a human or as a vampire. She missed her powers dearly. “Yes, you are still a vampire,” he said. “Do not worry. It is just taking time for you to come back to your own.”

I couldn’t just walk past him—there was no way I would survive another encounter with whatever… weird energy he had unleashed on me earlier. Okay, think, Camila. You’re smart. You can sneak past him. It’s just a guy, not like he has a third eye or anything. As casually as possible, I turned on my heel, walking in the opposite direction of his car. My heart hammered in my chest, and I tried to look like I hadn’t even noticed him. But, as always, the universe had a twisted sense of humor and decided to throw a wrench into my plan. Just as I stepped off the curb, I felt it. His gaze. That heavy, piercing sensation that burned into my skin, impossible to ignore. I turned my head—against my bett

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a

They didn’t give a name or description of who they were looking for and other guests at the club couldn’t decide on a single image for the lover. George assumed a vampire committed the murders. Truthfully, it could be several other supernatural creatures who could have committed these murders. A shifter didn’t feed on the blood of it’s victim normally. There were several kinds of hungry spirits. Djinn, and others either ate the flesh or drank the blood of their victims. George waited for Ana to finish with training. Her skills were coming along, and the shifters taught her a different way to fight, which she took to easily and showed skill in it quickly. Once she’d entered her room, he waite

I said as I reached in and pulled it out. I unwrapped the materials that surrounded what I suspected to be Carmila's spellbook. And it was what I suspected. It reeked of magic—several, probably from the ones that she might have drained from others. I browsed through the book to see what was within the pages. At least I wanted to get a sense of where I was and who I was dealing with. I flipped through her spellbook in hopes of finding a spell similar to the one used to attack Xavier.

“And now you’ve officially wasted both of our time.” He muttered something under his breath and stormed off without saying goodbye. I sighed and turned toward the counter, ready to grab a coffee to go, when I heard a familiar voice. “Brandon will believe whatever she says. He always did.” I froze. Carmilla? I looked over my shoulder, heart instantly racing. There she was... sitting at a corner table, sunglasses perched on her head like she was in some crime drama. Next to her? Brandon’s mother. Margret York.