Carmilla Carmine X Zestial Novels & Stories

Maybe I could use my powers to help those like me who were being banished from different packs. Sadie smiled faintly. “Then let’s get started.” The Dusk Raiders formed a circle around me while Elder Sadie performed the ritual. She used a silver powder to draw symbols on the floor, and she chanted words in a tongue I couldn’t understand. The air became dense, as if it was charged with electricity, and my skin prickled. I knelt in the middle of the circle in full panic mode. Sadie said, “Close your eyes Hazel.” I did as she said.

Carmela stood beside Lorenzo, her eyes lifting to trace the bright points of light scattered across the immense night sky. A soft, knowing smile curved her lips as she slowly lowered her gaze back to her companion. "You look... well, different, Enzo," she observed gently, letting out a soft chuckle. "It’s a good change, though. You must be deeply, profoundly in love with that human woman, aren't you?" Lorenzo nodded, a trace of something soft—something Carmela rarely saw, crossing his usually stern face. "She isn't just an ordinary human being, Carmela," he corrected her quietly. "She is a Hellsing."

I asked but she just took her hand and pulled out my wrist There was a symbol of axe on my wrist I was so shocked "What..... ho....w..... did..... tha.... t... ge.... t.... there??? "I asked stuttering but she just smiled "This is the symbol of the huntress.... !"She said smiling happily "No.... this can't be.... am dreaming, I have to be dreaming! "I said freaking out examining my wrist "Calm down Carmella and let me tell you a story! "She said pulling me down to seat "Ages ago.... when demons, fairies, giants, werewolves, vampires,mermaid and every other creatures lived together in peace

‘I see you had a great night’ Chevy said staring at the hickeys on Alfred chest. ‘Why didn’t you stop her’ Alfred asked still glaring at Chevy. If glares could kill Chevy would be a hundred times dead. ‘Me, that woman is powerful for a first year, if only you saw what she did to Nara’ Chevy said shivering as he recalled. ‘You are a phase two witch’. ‘I just broke through phase two yesterday and my energy is a little bit unstable, I bet she was already a phase two a long time ago’ Chevy replied sitting on Alfred’s bed.

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

His everything. Dinner turned into pure torture. We ordered takeout and ate it in the living room, but the space between us felt charged like a live wire. Kael kept looking at me with those stormy gray eyes, his gaze lingering on my lips, my cleavage, and the way I kept shifting restlessly on the cushion. He had changed into a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and showed off his tattoos, paired with those low-hanging shorts that did nothing to hide the thick bulge I had felt earlier. Every time he leaned forward to grab another slice of pizza, his arm brushed against mine and sent fresh waves of arousal rushing through me. I could smell him clearly, that mix of clean

Yet, somewhere deeper, beneath the surface of her awareness, another power stirred - a light that had only just begun to awaken. Caelum’s smirk deepened as his eyes locked onto her. “You’re the one they speak of,” he said, his voice smooth but deadly. “The hybrid touched by the Goddess herself. And yet, you seem… unfinished.” The insult cut deep, but Zoe straightened, her claws flexing as she took a step forward. “Let’s see how unfinished I am when I tear you apart.” Caelum chuckled darkly. “By all means, try.” Before anyone could react, Zoe launched herself at him, her claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. Her wolf’s strength fueled her attack, each movement powerful and unr

I managed to utter, my eyes locked in a desperate stare with Carmine's icy, calculating gaze. Carmine's lips curled into a smile, revealing a glimpse of the darkness that resided within him. His voice slithered out like a venomous serpent, dripping with a chilling menace. "Ah, my dear Isabella," he taunted, his words laced with a sadistic delight. "You ask what I want? It's simple. I want power. Control. And you, my dear, are merely a pawn in my game." With each word, Carmine took a calculated step closer, invading my personal space, his presence suffocating me like a heavy fog. The intensity of his gaze bore into my soul. I could feel his dominance, his hunger for control, radiating from hi

Carrie replied. “Not yet,” Zeda repeated with a smirk, wiggling her brows at Carrie, who blushed and laughed nervously. “Stop it,” Carrie said, still blushing. “You like him, don’t you?” Zeda persisted. “Rylan Thompson. Vyr’s right-hand man, the charismatic second-in-command of the vampire kingdom. I bet half the girls in the academy have a crush on him, too.” “Alright, fine. I find him interesting and attractive and all,” Carrie admitted. “But I won’t commit my heart to anything we’re doing at the moment unless he gives me a reason to.”

He crossed his arms and jerked his body towards the window that is facing the rosarium. She swore she heard him humming that creepy Irish lullaby. He always does that when he gets embarrassed, aside from his wing-wang suddenly rising beneath his jeans. Rozelyn just sighed. She lay back again and crossed her arms in her chest. Fists clenched just like what she sees from that 1990s witchy movie “The Craft”. “We’re vampires, Cy. We are versatile creatures of the night…and I am a Thaumaturge. The elders. Romaine and Hemera, don't even know the extent of my power, how much more do we?”