Carmilla Carmine Novels & Stories

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.

''How many of you are in this school? I lifted my chin. I didn't know anything about sex and I could get tongue tied in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen but I was Amelia Rhinehart, daughter of Christopher Rhinehart, vampire royalty and this line of conversation, it was my territory. ''Why would I tell you that?''

Kyle was silent as Eva's words ran through his mind again and Luca continued "You haven't experienced love before and this is all new to you. So I think you should give Eva space and also do what you think is right" Kyle had no expression as he listened to Luca. He decided to focus on other things and will handle Eva after this issue had been solved"Have you found out who sent those vampires?" He asked and Luca said "Yes, but I'm not so sure. It's a woman named Carmilla. She lives at "Oceanside" house number 22 and works in the East side of the city and surprisingly, she's human". Kyle's eye color changed from it's normal color to red. Bloodlust oozed from where he was standing and Luca had

" Mom, um meet Mr Adam. The man I told you about, my customer. Remember? keishia said to her mom, getting ready for her mother's scolding. " Is she your mom? Adam asked, trying to recall where he had seen her before. Carmilla stared deeply at Adam, wondering where she had seen him. It's been 21years, who could remember that. But none of them could remember. Am Adam, Adam Garcia, he stretched out his hand to shake Carmilla's.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

“Lexi my queen, would you be a darling and pour me some bourbon while we talk about what happened?” Without hesitation, Lexi grab the bottle of liquor and bend down and pour some on Brody’s glass. After putting an exact amount, she was face towards Brody’s face, inches away from him, as he grab her chin to face him. “Tell me the story.” And by that, Lexi was force to sit on his lap as she told him from the little wolf girl, white haired girl, and of course, the Gamma himself. As she talked, Brody noticed something when Lexi describe the so-called gamma. “It was weird sir, the gamma looks terrifying yet, his scent was different from what he acts. I smelled candy and chocolate, and I feel weir

I point out and she shrugs. “Nobody knows anyone really,” She replies pensively as she continues her smoke. “Lilliana. I am Domenico’s sister-in-law.” The name is foreign to me. Everything is foreign to me. “And you are Bria, the new member of the Cattaneo family.” The way she says it strips me once more of my identity. The use of the word new is not lost to me. I have proved no worth. “Bria Cattaneo, bride to Nico. Has a nice ring to it. It’ll look pretty on a headstone.” The stone steps beneath me suddenly feel much colder.

Even though I turned into a wolf, I turned back to a vampiress but still, nothing happens. I still have a month to hunt for you, Romeo. Watch out. Romeo p.o.v I heard the honk of a car outside and I stood up from where I sat to check who it was. Could it be Tiara?. I stood by the window to check who it was, but immediately I saw the car, I recognised it to be Sara's. Her driver alighted and ran to open the door for her. "I've told you several times to stop doing this for me" she said as she alighted.

Her broad, sun-browned shoulders—mapped with the pale, healed silver scars of a lifetime of war—were entirely relaxed. Carmilla stood near the hearth, where the final embers of a cedar fire cast a deep, amber glow across her porcelain skin. She wore only a loose, weightless silk nightgown of deep crimson, its straps resting loosely against her collarbones. Without her high-collared uniforms or her commander’s crest, she looked breathtakingly delicate, a monument of timeless winter frost carved from the mountain's core. Slowly, Carmilla turned. Her piercing crimson eyes caught the burning amber glow of Astrid’s gaze in the dim light. She didn't glide with her usual tactical precision; her mov

“And now you’ve officially wasted both of our time.” He muttered something under his breath and stormed off without saying goodbye. I sighed and turned toward the counter, ready to grab a coffee to go, when I heard a familiar voice. “Brandon will believe whatever she says. He always did.” I froze. Carmilla? I looked over my shoulder, heart instantly racing. There she was... sitting at a corner table, sunglasses perched on her head like she was in some crime drama. Next to her? Brandon’s mother. Margret York.