Carmilla Carmine Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

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.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

The collar still in her hands. She turns it over and over like it might disappear. After a minute she stands, her fingers hook under the hem of the short silk dress. She pulls it over her head and she is naked, from head to toe. My thoughts wonder. I know I did not let her wear a bra but panties??? The camera catches everything. The fresh Morozov wolf burned into her inner thigh is red, swollen, beautiful. She walks to the bathroom, more like she is limping which is actually from the burn of the brand. I should check it later.

Crimson eyes, ancient and unreadable, watched the chamber below with effortless authority. She wore a fitted black gown embroidered with dark crimson patterns that resembled flowing blood. A long cloak draped behind her, disappearing over the steps of the throne. Beautiful. Elegant. Terrifying. She did not command through fear alone. She commanded because every vampire present knew she had survived long enough to earn it.

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.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

He was shifting his gaze frantically from the demon beside me to the car windscreen. "I will show him why my name is demon Killian, the third ranked member of the demon clan. We have to fight him with everything now. The moon is covered by clouds, and the huge trees cover the atmosphere above us. We can fight together and bring him down! That will be a huge victory for us!!" The demon man beside me, whose i just realized was Killian, said to the driver who wasn't confident enough. "He isn't just a werewolf. He is a Lycan, and not just any Lycan! The Lycan prince...