Carmilla Carmine Novels & Stories

With the Lycans associating with us after I marry the Lycan prince, we will be undefeatable, and that is when we will arrange a bloody attack that will catch him unaware. When I get to that Royal Blood High School, my target will be every soul that originated from the Red Moon Pack, everyone ruled by Alpha Darren. I will make sure the venomous charm and witchcraft from my mother are used to torture them all secretly, especially whoever turns out to be his only daughter, who should be the heir to his throne.

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

Her obsession with the journal and the ring would drive her to commit unthinkable acts, putting the lives of both werewolves and vampires at risk. But she could care less. She walked away stylishly from the frail body of the Healer with the devilish grin on her face. "Ashtarah…." Her red and black eyes glowed ferociously as she called her goddess's name.

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

It was indeed a life full of hardships and both Amy and Carl, as parents, they are so proud and heaving relief that they all passed through such tons of hardships. "Mimi, I can't find my pen, I need it." Helga have grown so beautifully just like how Dolora did, but only that her face looks more of Collin, from those dark pair of orbs her eyes own, those thin lips and button nose screams Collin Beaver, yet her attitude says Carl Hamilton mixed with Dolora Hamilton.

Catherine replies. Catherine begins to chant loud, drawing more red inky smoke from the Orb which thickens over the clearing. The color on the faces on the two women beside her drains as she draws power from them to fuel the magic. “Blood magic? Stop her!” Lord Bail screams. The cold ones obey without reservation, throwing themselves into the thick depths of the red inky smoke as they try to reach for the witches. Their screams of pain ring out loud as the magic cause their bodies to rot fast and wither off.

She has to come with me and without making up any dramas. “You will come with me! I’m Carter Darren, Alpha from Moon Stone!” “Keep your voice down! If you don’t want to feel pain!” she said. I was really pissed off. “I don’t think you are accursed of the she-wolf, cursed wolf, it’s just a legend!” “You believe?” She frowned. “Yes, you are just stronger than normal betas, nothing more!” I see her facial expression change; she closes her eyes mine, and when she opens them, they are red as blood. “Just because you can change your eye color to red, should I fear you?”

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."

CHAPTER 18 . . . Carmilla She was half human, half wolf, with her teeth half-way transformed. The sounds that escaped from her sent shivers down my spine. The knife. This was the moment I was waiting for. Struggling to shout was futile, as her grip over my mouth was tight as if clamped by a machine. “Hushhhhh. My husband was killed by your very husband and his ruthless father.” She whispered into my ear, exhaling warm air which sent jolts to my spine. “I want him to feel the same pain I felt when I wept that day”

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.