Carmilla Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ll see you later, Camila.” Then he left—with Liliana at his side, her fingers laced through his arm, her laughter following him down the hall. The room slowly came back to life. Chairs scraped. Voices rose. “Did you see that?” “She’s close with Blackthorn?” “No way…” “Guess humans aren’t that useless after all.” I didn’t move. Only when the classroom had nearly emptied did I look down at my arm. Red welts marked where her nails had dug in—small, crescent-shaped, already darkening.

My body trembles underneath the Lycan’s grip as I feared the worse. The Lycan searches my face, keeping a hand over my mouth. With its free hand it guides one of my hands to its stomach. With shaking fingers, I feel the scar and breathe a sigh of relief. It was Callie, she had heard me. She pins my body down with hers, trying to hide my small frame. Her dark body would blend into the forest surrounding us. I didn’t know how good Snares' sense of smell was but Callie seemed to know what she was doing.

She knows that several whispers have been spread, ever since the cursed princess set foot in the Supreme Faction. And they are all probably waiting curiously to witness what her rage fit really looks like. However, she is not at all keen on satisfying their curiosity. She wonders why she is still awake; she is not feeling any drowsiness. ‘Or should I take more of the pills?’ she asked herself, ignoring the pleas of her lycan. She takes the bottle, even though she knows that overdoing it could end in a disaster. For her, though, she has nothing to lose. Unlike some ordinary people, Caralyn doesn’t give a damn. She does not even have anyone to mourn her death if she were really gone

My whole body tingled with heat, and even my pheromones rippled imperceptibly. My heart tightened. I unconsciously increased the grip on his hand. As we approached the emergency exit, I suddenly heard a "tick-tock, tick-tock" sound. The sound of the fight had masked it when we arrived, but now that it was quiet, the noise was particularly clear. Could it be a bomb? My heart chilled, and at that moment, the ticking sound suddenly turned into an electrical noise. Almost by werewolf instinct, I lunged at Cyrus. The moment my body pressed against his, the cedar scent enveloped me like a tidal wave, along with the subdued dominance characteristic of the Lycan bloodline.

Three wishes I was afraid to use because it might backfire. I had Pandora, Liam, Elias, and Jordan on my side. They cared for Creed so I could ensure none of them will be willing to pull the trigger if he did become a werewolf. But then there was Dallas and her need to prove her strength, Dominique and her unrequited love, and Jared. Those three were an uncertainty. I turned my head slightly and looked at my phone sitting on the nightstand. I picked up my phone and eyed it. "How did you get to the edge of the forest?" I asked as if it could answer me back.

Cara, that's her name, I had overheard it from her and debbys' discussion that night my wolf forced his way out and marked her. It frustrates me that I can't take a single sleep without thinking about the unholy image of her that fateful night. The long lashes, and her erect nipple trying to break out of her dress, her innocence with those pouted lips fit to be used properly, was something that struck a chord in me, of all my scent around her made me want to bend her down take her there and there.

Camilla's POV "I got mad at Damon, and that made me murder the three men in his office. I didn't know who exactly they were, but they were his supporters anyway," Cassian explained, laying next to me in bed. "I was supposed to wipe out half of his pack members and watch what he's gonna do. He's the cause of the miscarriage." I let out a quiet breath. I didn't know how to feel about the miscarriage. Of course, my wolf grieved for the child loss because of the mate bond that was getting stronger every day.

I hate myself for trying to smile. I couldn't. I turned my back and went upstairs. I almost ran. I closed the bedroom door as if that would be enough to silence what I had heard. “Since Maura came back, the Alpha only has eyes for her.” “That idiot Camila still thinks she's Luna...” Idiot. I've never seen Maura up close. But the stories reached me even before I knew where the master bedroom of this mansion was. The wolf, Carlos' childhood friend. The two had been inseparable since they were little.

I speared a piece of cheesecake, ready to drown every leftover thought of Lucas and Dylan in sugar—and froze. Across the restaurant, just past the row of potted palms, a tall figure slid into view. I almost choked on air. “What the—” Dylan’s brow creased. “Emma?” I leaned forward, lowering my voice to a sharp whisper. “Don’t look now, but the devils just found each other.” Of course he turned anyway. Smooth, smug Nathan. And beside him—Carmilla. Her sleek hair looked freshly blow-dried, but her expression looked like she wasn’t enjoying his company at all.

But when I was on my way out I heard her call a vet to make an appointment to get her new friend vaccinated. "I need you to do me a favor," Taylor told me eagerly. "And if you do it, then I'll agree to keep you as my tutor, and won't give you any more trouble, I promise." "What favor?" I asked her with narrowed eyes. "I thought you had already agreed to have me as your tutor. What's going on?" "There's a woman downstairs, and I want you to send her away," Taylor said, avoiding my gaze. "It's Catherine. She's the daughter of Poldesse Alpha-Romero, and she's one of Arthur's admirers."