روايات وقصص ضمن Carmilla Carmine

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."

And since Layla I suppose, as well. I head back inside the pack house and find that some pack members have started to wake up. There’s an excited buzz in the air, and I can’t help but feel it a little too. Carmen seems to be avoiding me; she’s been off with Gamma Samuel today talking in hushed tones. I watch her from a distance, watch as she blushes at his words every now and again. I know they’ve been flirting with each other for a while now, and I’ve even approached her and confirmed my approval, which she brushed off and denied having feelings for him at all. But anyone with eyes can see how she acts around him. She shares the same pale complexion as me, and wears her emotions across her

“I missed you so much, Cel. Please come back to me. I’ve been waiting for your return for two years.” Celine immediately flung Carmen’s hand away. She chided with a dark expression, “Open your eyes wide. I’m a young lady of the Fishers. My name is Celine Fisher. “If you’re looking for your daughter, it’s Caroline.” Celine grabbed Carmen’s arm, pulled her to the roadside, and gave her a push. Carmen fell to the ground.

Chapter 54 . . . Carmilla My hand remained fixed on my thigh and would barely move. I lifted my left hand to take the spoon. "Carmilla." He called, moving his chair backwards to give space to stand up. Immediately he approached me, he raised my hand forcefully and pulled the sleeve up to my shoulder. I didn't realise my condition had worsened. The lower arm was already red and swollen. He looked at me, then at Brenda. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

"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.

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.