Carmilla Book Novels & Stories

He asks, as he hasn’t seen anyone get out of the Saloon and the scent he sniffs in the air is unfamiliar. Shortly, they heard footsteps echoing inside the saloon. The sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor reverberates, and it sends shivers to everyone. Soon an alluring female voice cut the tension in the air. “We are your reinforcement,” Carmilla uttered. Her silver hair flowed in sync with the wind, her fangs sharp and her eyes black with a tinge of red.

Carmella (When the demon comes knocking ) Horror, obsessed, supernatural and paranormal By favy18 Three days later Episode 11 "Are you ready? "She asked and I smirked "Ready!!! " "Zo fa Lita nayerza kilati!" She recited repeatedly until I felt my soul been sucked into something that felt like a tube I close my eyes due to the brightness I tried opening my eyes to adjust to the light..... I was standing in a battlefield with so many people fighting, more like strange creatures

No wonder some people get addicted to it. The memory of what happened last night makes me shudder, and I try not to think of those men's threats. Now I just want to enjoy being alone for the first time in a while, so I go down to the library and search for something to read. There's an entire shelf dedicated to novels about vampires, which is amusing to find inside a vampire's library, so I pick one called Carmilla and settle down in an armchair. I'm ten pages into it when the door opens abruptly.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

I read intently, nodding at every detail. Then I turned to Ariana’s story, the first Luna of Cassius, who had died mysteriously. My heart skipped when Cassius stirred, cracking his knuckles. Shock jolted through me as I dropped the book to the floor, ready to shove it under the bed if he opened his eyes. But he didn’t. I picked it back up and continued reading. “A Generous American Werewolf Who Became the Female Ruler of the Blood Moon Pack Dies Tragically After Two Years of Reign.”

"Zuri, over here!" Carmilla waved enthusiastically, though she didn’t need to—I’d spotted her through the window the moment I’d stepped out of my car. I slid into the chair across from her, my hands trembling slightly in my lap. There was no denying Carmilla’s beauty—she was like something out of a dream. Fair skin, wavy blonde hair that spoke to her American heritage, almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate pointed nose. Her lips were painted a deep plum red, and faint freckles dusted both shoulders.

Sorcerers started to jump out of the cloud huts and fire covered the sky with black smog. Helios grabbed the wand from his back and started to chant spells. She looked at Karla and shouted. “Help me if you don’t want to be burned to ashes!” Karla raised her hands and closed her eyes. She doesn't have an idea what is going on. She felt something raised her hands even higher so she opened her eyes, a white-colored ghost stood in front of her, causing the wind to slap everything. She screamed in agony as the ghost tried to break her bones, and then she flew into the air.

"I wish to speak with the one who killed Vladislov." Jack met her in the observation deck, the city glittering below them like a galaxy brought to earth. "You came alone," he observed. "I came with sufficient force." Carmilla smiled, revealing teeth that were delicate and pointed. "You should know that better than anyone, Mr. Sterling. The most dangerous predators don't need armies." "What do the Reformed Houses want?"

I was surrounded by three coffee mugs, one bleeding pen, and a notebook labeled Operation Anti-Crispy. “Alright,” I muttered, tapping my page. “Goal: find one sunlight-proof vampire accessory, return it to His Royal Broodiness, and maybe stop the house from flirting with me.” “Flirting?” a voice echoed smoothly behind me. I jumped hard enough to spill coffee. Lucien Varyn stepped from the pantry shadows like a full-course gothic hallucination — black coat, perfect posture, and an expression halfway between curiosity and condescension. “You move like a cat burglar,” I hissed. “Do you have to appear out of nowhere?”

“You know that –” “Know that what!?” came a woman’s shriek. They all turned to see a woman marching towards them from down the hallway. She, too, was dressed in all black, with long, flowing red hair that trailed past her shoulders, and large, shiny green eyes. She was tall, ageless, and strikingly beautiful. Caitlin felt humbled in her presence, like she had just shrunk. This was a woman. Or was it…vampire? Whatever she was, she was a creature that Caitlin could never compete with. She felt deflated, prepared to concede Caleb to whoever she was.