Carmilla Carmine Daughters Novels & Stories

SCARLETT “Mommy huwwy, Bad wolf will catch us,” My two year old daughter, Carmela, drags my hand, giggling as we run into my room, looking for where to hide from the big bad wolf with red scarves tied on our backs. “Roar….I’ll get you,” Damian’s voice comes from under the stairs as his footsteps make heavy thudding noises. This is Carmela’s favourite game and Damian loves nothing more than to make her happy. If there is anyone that can compete with his love for me, it is the love he has for our kids.

My father, Grimsburg, held my hand, his eyes filled with a sorrow he tried to hide behind a strained smile. "Caroline Moonbolt," Serbian's voice cut through the night, my name echoing like a death knell. My legs trembled as I stepped forward into the circle of firelight. "You stand accused," Serbian roared, his eyes glowing with a terrifying red intensity, "of treason, of consorting with our enemies." "Brother," Grimsburg pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "With all respect, Caroline is your niece. You can't do this. She's innocent. She has nothing to do with the Ironhearts."

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

Alicia screams. “I will never abandon my daughter,” Tristian turns to Caroline. “Will you accept me and my daughter? We are a package. You will be Grand Duchess of All Werewolves, the second highest ranking woman in the kingdom. You must accept my daughter and treat her well. She is both my blood and niece of the future King. She will be a Princess.” Caroline looks down at the floor. “Caroline, just tell him,” Romana urges. “I can’t have children. I'm broken,” the bubbly blonde from 20 minutes ago looks on the edge of tears.

It wasn’t often he managed to catch Mayne off guard—he was unflappable. “Interesting. I wonder, what could possibly have happened to make you forgo claiming such a lucrative investment?” “Oh, trust me, he didn’t get off scot-free. But in regard to your question, did you know the werewolf has a daughter who was an Omega? Her name is Lucia Salvatore.” “No, sir, I did not. I take it she was the ‘unexpected’ development?”

Before she can recover, Carla grabs her by the neck again and forces her to her feet. “You’re lying! I can smell your fear, your disgusting fear of seeing your loved ones die. This time, I will show no mercy to you or those people unless you tell me what’s going on.” “No…” Carrie takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “I have nothing… to do with it. It’s… it’s her. Her wolf… is a hybrid, a licántel. Her protective aura comes from herself. She’s too powerful… no one… not even I can nullify her aura.”

'I need to keep you safe, baby' she thought. "You two go and rest," Andruis said while laughing at his daughter's attitude. He just can't hate their bad attitudes or naughtiness because it was the characters he loved on Xanthea, his wife. Ivory nodded at him. They kiss their father's cheeks first before going out. Andruis smiled while thinking how his daughters grew up as stunning ladies. He was now a leader who lost his wife in a battle, yet did his best to protect his daughters, their daughters, a half-blooded ones. Who was about to reach their age, where they will know the feeling of having a she-wolf mother, a Luna. 'They grew up so well, Xanthea my love. They got many traits from you, I

bharuth_writes_official Prologue It has been twenty-four years since Dominic and Athena Thunders lost their first born and only daughter to an overlooked enemy, from the rogue pack they defeated, then known as the Night Crawlers. Since then, Athena and Dominic had three sons all handsome, but they longed for their sister to be found alive or dead; their parents needed closure. Athena and Dominic lead Blood Moon to every victory and every loss; their love burned bright despite the loss of their daughter Zephyra; they searched everywhere in the hopes that they would find their lost daughter and bring her home… but have they searched everywhere?

But I had thought they were scientists who just wanted to turn me into some lab rat because of my rare rod-like pupils. "What are you doing?" She asks, her eyes resting on the bunch of flowers in my hands. "Making a posy for Romeo." I announce, waving the bunch of flowers in the air before proceeding to string a red ribbon around them, "Because I'm the best girlfriend ever." "Mrs. Ferguson and her grandson were just letting out curse words at the unfortunate human being that dared to tamper with their flowers," She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?"

“Hectic as hell. Thankfully my brother was here to handle the bulk of the shitstorm which was brewing leading up to the funeral.” “How’s your daughter?” “She’s strong,” Carma said biting her lower lip. “I wish she didn’t have to be but the number of women coming out of the woodwork over the last little while, she’s been given no choice. There is a rumor he may have another child, and my daughter has a little sister out there.” “Oh gosh, what will you do?”