Carmilla Carmine Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It has a few thousand followers. She began to type with hands barely stoping to rest. And all of her wild fantasies had come into life. She fancied herself as the next Bernice of the east. 'Is this the feeling of ruining someone who's bad?' Carmila thought she can get used to this feeling any day of the month. Once she's done, she shared the post into many different groups. After her effort, she walked up in George's direction. Getting ready to play as the next white moonlight illuminating his grim morning.

Deep in the dark, buried corners of my soul, my dead wolf let out a frantic, confused howl, stirring under the absolute dominance of his taste. "What are you—are you insane?!" I hissed, my face flushing hot as I tried to violently yank my arm back. It was like trying to pull away from a solid steel pillar. "Is this your twisted idea of a medical consultation? Vampire play?!" Killian didn't release his grip. He swallowed, his throat working heavily as he dragged the flat of his tongue across the slice, lapping up every stray drop of red before finally letting my wrist go. He leaned back against the leather cushion, a dark, crimson stain tracing the sharp contour of his bottom lip.

She merely closes her eyes to push her tears back while in her mind she simply hopes to survive this encounter. Seeing her being fearful and submissive, Carlton smiles with satisfaction and without waiting further, he yanks her head to the side and savagely bites on her throat. Completely disregarding her cries of pain, he starts drinking her blood with relish. After a few minutes of drinking, he reluctantly withdraws his fangs and carelessly releases her from his grip. At the same time, he touches the part of his face which started burning due to contact with her hair. He looks down at the woman on the floor and leaves with some parting words, “You have two more weeks to bring him to me. If

The woman said. "This place is rumored to be filled with predators lurking in the dark." The man added. "Go!" I turned around with my canines out and in full vampire mode. I was the predator. They screamed in fright as the coach clinged to the reins of the horses tightly and rode away. I crumbled to the ground fighting for control and yet the smell of blood refused to stop filtering into my nostrils. By the time I returned back to the house, there was not a gathering of people anymore waiting for me to be married to their alpha. I remembered Celine's threat, but did not believe she had a hand in this.

she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. None of them speak after that. They just stood there watching the night moves thinking about the same thing. That sunday night, where their fitness will be tested. There's nothing she crave more than the power they could have. And that's what make her the first daughter of the great Carmilla Mencia Hewson-Blake. - "I fucking hate summer", Kieran has been ranting about summer and the heat ever since he got out of his room. "And that's enough reason to...", Karma insisted which they both laughed to. "I still don't have something to wear!" she grunted as she jump on her bed again.

While I was sucking my wife's fingers, her other hand begins to rub my cock, which stirred me up even more. Jessblue is an addiction you can't get enough of, every Bampire’s fantasy. "She tastes magnificent, my love. Now, kiss me.” And she does. The mixture of her orgasm and her blood brings adrenaline to my body. "Thank you for this treat, Candice." "Cameron, the next orgasm she has, you will drink from her neck, and I will allow you to touch her as you feed on her," Candice says before walking back to Jessblue. JessBlue

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

It was now laced with jealousy. As soon as she handed him the card, I quickly walked to the door. Her scent made me feel nauseous. It smelled worse than rotting flesh. O knew she was from one of th dark packs from home. Their scent alone could make you commit your insides. They were of the evil blood and I didn't want to piss her off more with my presence. "Why would you play such a sick game? Didn't you see the receptionist? She looked like she would gauge my eyes out."

"Don't be afraid of me, I will never hurt you, but that fucker is going to lose his head" She runs to me touching my arms and turning me to face her beautiful green eyes "you promised" - she says. "But I didn't know it was this serious. How are you feeling? Do you need to see a doctor? Do you want to go to the police?" - I say all of the things a Human would say and I link myself with Danni "The bastard raped her, HE RAPED HER DANI" I hear Danni worried "D, she doesn't know about us, control yourself and I will get someone to bring him to the cells and we will finish him if that's what you want, I will get Damon all over it." (He is our best soldier)