Carmilla Carmine X Zestial Novels & Stories

Alex returned back to his father's house. The day had finally arrived. Carmen was anxious for the big day ahead. She took her morning bath and put on her favourite dress. Purple in colour, with silver coloured frills on the sleeves. She also put on her earrings. The ones that Alex had bought for her. She looked like a grown lady.

replied one of my cousins, leaning to the side to get a better look at her. The silence settles down at once, and my cousin realizes the bullshit he just said. Cazzo. I am surrounded by morons. Valentina's brother lights a cigar and takes a puff before coldly declaring: "I thought the Ganovese only married for love." My cousin puts his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and puts his arms behind his neck: "I guess I fell in love with your little sister's body. As you said, she is ugly as hell, but I will not mind when she is kneeling in front of me."

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

“This is your grandson, Father. Your blood. Your daughter’s son. And they’ve caged him like a beast!” Vantessa, who had been quiet until now, raised her hand gently. “I’ve heard whispers. The council sensed something unique in Caveen—his aura shifted during analysis. Not just vampire. Not just lycan. But the mark of the Carellos.” Maika’s breath caught in her throat. “You mean... black magic?” Vantessa nodded. “Not active. Dormant. Like an ember buried under snow—but embers can be fanned into flame.”

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.”

But it didn't come to that. Carmen looked at me angrily, "These people killed my sister. They don't get to have you. I am not doing you a favor. I am also hitting my enemy where it will hurt for a long time. So, stop arguing and listen to the plan." "Did you find out where you were?" Xavier asked. "Or why they were after you?" Zoe followed up. I shook my head at Xavier but nodded at Zoe. "It's because I am the first known natural witch-werewolf hybrid."

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

“You’re early.” She smiled, slowly unbuttoning her coat and letting it fall. Underneath, she wore a fitted black slip dress that clung to her curves. “I couldn’t wait. I wanted to see my investment in person.” Her gaze dropped to where Elias and I were joined, his cum visibly leaking down my thighs. Instead of anger, her eyes darkened with clear desire. “She’s even more beautiful than the sketches,” Camille murmured, stepping closer. “May I?” Elias kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “Say yes, Zara. She funds everything here… and she wants to taste what I’ve created.”

At the far side of the sacred hall, hidden beneath the silver glow of the moonstones, another pair of eyes watched the ceremony in silence. She stood tall among the werewolves, her beauty sharp and untouchable like winter frost. Long dark hair flowed down her back in soft waves, and her amber eyes burned with something far more dangerous than anger. She wore a deep crimson gown stitched with the symbol of the Blood Moon pack, marking her as one of the highest-ranking she-wolves in the kingdom. Her name was Cassandra Nightvale. The daughter of a powerful beta family. The Alpha’s closest companion. And the woman Damian truly wanted beside him.