Carmilla Fanfic Novels & Stories

I would feel exiled the same way my sister was. Miles reached out to touch me but I snapped back, glaring hatefully at him. He sighed, turned on the car’s engine and soon I was driving away in a car with my sworn enemy. This was the origin of my villain story. This was the beginning of the evil Miles had always accused me of. I would live an unloved life, rejected by everyone. But I wouldn't live to see Miles happy with me or anyone else. With blood dripping down onto the soft black leather, I swore silently to become that devil they called Adriana Nox.

Ronan The scent hits me first, sharp. Calla, the scent of her blood. My pulse doubles. I launch myself into the night, paws pounding the wet earth behind the school. Trees whip past, branches scraping, leaves snapping under my claws. The smell twists, calling me forward, tighter, desperate. *Ronan, what’s happening?* Casen’s voice cuts through my mind. He’s running behind me, breath ragged but controlled. *It's Calla, she’s in trouble,* I snap into the link, teeth bared. *I can hear her calling me. She’s hurt.*

The wind lashed cold rain against the window. I sat on the living room couch, my fingers turning white from clenching so hard. I heard the sound of a turning key coming from the entryway. Callum Kilbourne strolled through the door, the notes of the perfume Lena Morrison always used lingering just beneath the sharp scent of alcohol on him. My nose prickled at the pungent, assaulting scent. Courtesy of my keen werewolf sense of smell, I'd learned that Callum and Lena's so-called flirting had gone beyond usual work banter the first time she dropped off paperwork at our home.

Vasil winced as he rubbed his head and then looked at me, “Celia, oh my god, what are you doing here?” He then looked around, “What is this carriage and where are we going?” I blinked in confusion and spoke to him, “We are going to the lycan castle, remember?” He placed a hand on his chest, feeling utterly bewildered, “And why are you sitting beside him, you are my mate. Come here” He frowned and leaned forward but Jasper’s hand shot forward and pushed him back. “Stay back, you crackhead bloodsucker” “Jasper!! Stop hurting him”

Better yet, I could fabricate a scandal accuse them of having an affair and attempting to elope. After all, everyone knew that Alpha Carlisle was expected to dissolve his mate bond with Victoria sooner or later. So, it would make sense if Victoria had simply chosen to run off with her loyal Gamma, selecting him as her second-chance mate. Their supposed "love story" would end tragically, slaughtered by rogues or vampires during their escape. The narrative would be airtight. Carlisle’s fury would turn toward Sylas and Victoria, not me. And Raquel poor, perfect Raquel would become the obvious choice for Luna in Victoria’s absence.

But I hold back just enough to keep control, barely. “You cannot just say shit like that and expect me to climb into your car like nothing happened,” I mutter. My voice comes out softer than I want. “I can and I did.” His thumb strokes once along my waist. “And you are going to get in because you trust me. Even when you do not understand it yet.” I swallow hard. He is right. I do trust him. More than I trust anyone else right now. But that does not stop the questions spinning in my head. The fiancée word. The threat. The way his aura filled that room and made my wolf react like she recognized him.

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.

I've been on edge lately. I sat on the couch, thinking about Bella. Camilla's plan is fucking perfect. Bella will soon be mine. I can almost taste victory. Back at the palace, I nearly managed to take her with me, but the fucking Lycan's twin brother ruined everything. My wolf let out a low growl at the memory. I served myself some more scotch to numb my senses.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

"Our maid scolded Carmilla for playing with a knife once. Carmilla cried, so I got angry—she was just a maid, she had no right to scold Carmilla. I tried to kill her. Unfortunately, she survived." He clicked his tongue in obvious disappointment. I tried to pull away again, but he dragged me closer once more. I was acutely aware that I was only in my bra and pants now, that my skin was scraped raw from being pulled across the concrete—but I didn’t care. I just had to get away from him. I wouldn’t let him violate me like this. "Then one of my classmates tried to harass Carmilla. She came to me crying so hard. I was furious—no one touches my Carmilla. She deserves to be happy, not hurt. So I ki