Carmilla Carmine Daughters Novels & Stories

Will they stop the war that is coming or are they the start of it? My name is Scarlett King, and I am nearly eighteen. I am the first daughter of the Vampire king Dominic and his Werewolf Queen Seraphina. I am a hybrid of both vampire and werewolf, so I have the traits from both, even though my vampire is slightly stronger. My wolf Ruth is a healer. She heals me if I get injured and she loves helping and healing others. My vampire Cara she is hard to describe. She is very quiet, cunning, and can be very cryptic when wanting me to do something. I found out recently that as part of being a hybrid; I have a special gift, not that I would call it that. I would call it a curse, as I can get glimp

They finished their drinks and paid the bill before heading back to campus. As they walked, Irvin turned to Francine and said, "You know, I've been thinking about something for a while now." Francine looked at him curiously and said, "What's that?" Irvin took a deep breath and said, "I know that we're just friends, and I know you were never going to like an average guy like me. You’re the Lycan King’s daughter. The Green River Pack’s princess, but I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me sometime?”

I greet the Alpha, Raymond, and my eyes settle on his daughter, Carmine, who has been staring at Lucas ever since we walked out of the den to welcome them. “You’re early,” I give him a sharp smile. “Well,” Raymond is a handsome man, but as he wraps his arm around his daughter’s shoulders, I can tell that he is a doting father as well. “Carmine was very anxious to get here. This is the first time she’s leaving the den. With the situation as it is, I didn't allow her to go roaming as most of the youngsters prefer to do.” Carmen is a beautiful blonde wolf shifter with baby blue eyes. She has a gentle face but I can read the aggressiveness in her eyes which have yet to acknowledge me.

“What did you really do to me, Carian?” She held my gaze. And then she said it properly this time. “I split your blood,” she said. “I tied it to two different beings, and now both of them can claim you.” My stomach dropped. “And the second one,” she continued, “is not someone you can fight easily.” I stared at her, my mind racing now. “Who exactly is he?” I asked again. She took a slow breath. “He is called the Emberkin,” she said. “The last son of Dracula.”

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

An entire mystery I wanted to explore for last few weeks. “What did you find?” My voice was sharp, cutting to the core of the matter. Carlos smirked. “Gamma Celeriac’s daughter. Beautiful. Deadly. Loyal to her pack. They say she might be the next Luna.” Deadly? A low chuckle rumbled in my throat. I leaned back in my chair, one hand tracing the blade of my dagger. “Jonathan’s Luna? That useless mutt? Is he her mate?” “She’s still searching for her mate,” Carlos added, leaning against the desk. “Six years. Unmarked. Unclaimed.”

she said, extending her hand to Summer, who immediately took it. "Thank you, Tita Carmilla. You're so pretty," my daughter replied, and Carmilla's smile widened. "Thank you, Princess. Anyway, you three are all dressed up. Are you going somewhere?" Carmilla asked, her gaze flitting between Helios and me. "Yeah. We're enrolling Summer for kindergarten," Helios replied, and I saw the smile vanish from Carmilla's lips. "Oh," she said, and I felt a wave of anxiety. She looked disappointed, but she was trying hard not to show it.

“Maybe…but tell me, Malleteagan, why do you want to kill that girl so desperately? She is your daughter at the end of the day. “ he asked me bluntly with his stupid poker face. “I never said I wanted to kill her.” “Oh, c’mon, we all know about the story where Chaisther put a spell on you and Larissa to add fuel to the fire of new world order in realms. Then Larissa sucked your bag dry, you knocked her up, and she dumped you. You were one angry wolf-pup when this caused your Lycan to manifest in a new enchanted form under the curse, and you started chasing mommy and daughter, blaming them for your curse. It took you twelve years to kill mommy, but you are still chasing your daughter. And she