Carmilla Carmine Feet Novels & Stories

Music thumped out into the street along with sounds that made heat crawl up my neck. Base walked ahead of us with his hands in his pockets. Completely relaxed. This was just another night for him apparently. The entrance glowed red. Light spilled across the cobblestones, warm and inviting in a way that screamed danger if you were sober enough to notice. A woman stepped into the doorway. Copper skin that caught the light. Black hair falling past her waist in thick waves. Her smile could have drawn blood. She looked at Base the way a cat looks at cream. "There you are." She snatched his hand before he saw it coming. "I've been waiting."

She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out. “These keep talking about the Crimson Moon Queen. They don’t call them curses. They are described as shifters the goddess sends down on purpose.” She points at a jagged tear. “Right here, you can see mentions of ‘Crimson-born’ People with crimson eyes. Zhodin’s name is all over the early and later parts. It’s like every time a story of a cursed being comes up, his name or the Fenaris bloodline appears right beside it.” “How come none of us ever saw these books?” Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

She had dropped a flower vase and was now on her knees, frantically gathering the shattered pieces. Every time her trembling fingers reached for a shard, another slipped from her grasp, scattering across the stone. Her chest was heaving, her hands trembling uncontrollably, and I could read the sheer panic all over her face. But what really stopped us dead in our tracks was the dark trail of blood trickling from her bare feet. "A midnight snack," Layla cooed, causing my pupils to shrink. “Layla, I swear on the seven moons of the covens, if you touch her...”

I left no space for any arguing. Once I had her in the back of the town car, I cradled her in my arms, finally gazing upon this little she-wolf that had my own wolf dancing around in my head. She was far too thin even for her small frame. Her cheeks were shallow, making her facial features even more prominent. Her skin was too pale like she had not seen the sun in a long time. Her hair was brown with a reddish tint to it. Her clothes looked like they came out of a garbage can, but despite all of this, I found her undeniably appealing in every way.

That was where the scent led me to. I kicked the door open as I spotted blood on the floor. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Camilla close to the door, blood spilling from several places in her body. Hair stood on the ends of my skin as my eyes glowed with anger. My gaze locked on Damon's as his men laughed hard in my face. I saw the badges on their shirts. One was his Beta, and the other two were his Gammas. How could Gammas, the private messengers of the moon goddess, be involved in such a violent act?

Thinking about this made Renee's body tremble uncontrollably, just as it had in her past life. Carl's hand paused. A dark tide surged in his eyes, instantly extinguishing his interest. He pushed her away. Renee curled into a ball, desperately trying to control her fear. Carl lowered the car window and leisurely lit a cigarette. The tobacco smell filled the car as he smoked. His blood-red jade ring gleamed menacingly in the darkness. Under the streetlight, he smiled, looking particularly gloomy. His gaze was lazy, like a blunt knife scraping against Renee's skin.

“To other wolves? Yeah.” I sat down on the edge of the teacher’s desk because my legs weren’t exactly in the mood to keep holding me up. “Awesome,” I muttered. “Just what every girl dreams of. Werewolf perfume.” Ethan gave me a look, but didn’t smile. “It’s not a joke, Camila. That scent—it makes you trackable.” “Trackable by who?” I swallowed. He hesitated. Then: “The ASD.” “Is that a band or—?”

She asked as we all moved out of the back door. “Willow.” He answered. I immediately linked Hannah and Cyrus to meet us, and followed the to the river. The sight I saw was unsettling and a strong wave of overwhelming sorrow and fear flooded through Ana. I was shocked she was able to remain so calm. It nearly knocked me to my knees. There was trails of blood everywhere and leaves of flesh and clothes scattered around a small framed woman her eyes were flickering blue and water circled her unsteadily. I could smell her fear mingled with four different lycan scents.

She couldn’t move her feet, she couldn’t control her lungs, she couldn’t breathe. “Its been so long,” the blue eyed man replied. That voice. He was beautiful but it wasn’t his beauty that had succeeded in turning Rain inside out. Far from it actually. Rain knew she wasn’t going insane, and when his blue eyes finally met hers and narrowed in that familiar sinister way...She knew that she was definitely not seeing things. “Who’s the pretty lady?” It was him. “This is my assistant, Rain Coleman,” He was right here in front of her. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Coleman,” It was Cullen.