روايات وقصص ضمن Carmilla Carmine

''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

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.

"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."

“Instead you should go back with your fiancé, Miss… er… what's your name? Pardon my impudence.” “Liliana Marcelina. But just call me Lina." "Miss Lina," this time he managed to release her hand from his arm, kissing the back of her hand which felt cold against his skin. Vampires do have a body temperature that is much colder than humans in general, but the coldness of the woman's body temperature makes her believe that the woman in front of her is not human, so she must be careful. “I am very pleased to meet you. But I don't think it's the act of an honourable woman like you to approach me when you already have a fiancé.”

“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.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

“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.

" 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.