Carmilla Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ella smiled at such a sight, for she knew it had now begun. She slowly opened her window and let him in. He wizzed around her head , finally taking a seat on her right shoulder. Ella was aware that he could be a pixie or goblin in disguise so she slowly dusted him off and placed him on the bed. "What do I owe the honour to? To have such a beautiful creature in my room. Am I dreaming?" Ella pinched herself and squealed in pain. "Hi. Ella. This is not a dream. I am Willy. The friendly fairy. I am attracted to sweetness and love. My fairy wings had led me here." He fluttered his wings and smiled a sheepish smile.

Chapter Forty-Nine: A Battle I Can’t Win (Cara’s POV) I told myself it meant nothing. The kiss. The way Damon held me. The way my body melted against his. It was a mistake. A foolish moment. Nothing more. But my body didn’t agree. Every time I saw him, I felt my heart race. My wolf stirred, eager, restless, purring at the sight of him. It was as if my body had been marked by his touch, and now, I couldn’t escape it.

Ana wondered as she sat back down, watching The Hellion and Beast leave. “ Caroline. Ana. ” Camelia Alvarado grabbed both of their attention and they both looked at her “ I don't want you two to fight. Caroline was Damon's friend when he was young so I thought it would be best if he married her. ” Camelia Alvarado explained to Ana, who gulped down the lump forming in her throat.

This made me even more furious, but I barely had a choice. I heard Cole kiss his teeth. With a wave of his hand, he hissed. “I was only briefly interested. Do not be bothered, Luna.” He took another bite, while locking eyes with me. A wave of relief flushed through me, like I had held my breath far too long. I sat across Carmilla, digging anxiously into my meal in my very own house. “You know, there’s a lot I’m curious about.” Carmilla said, mouthful, whilst struggling to eat with one hand. “I don’t mind giving it for a research. I just want it returned in perfect condition.”

, Mia ask out of curiosity. “ At least that will give me a free will to do what I want . I don't want them to just see me as some deal, especially my mother-in-law”, Carmilla said, staring at Mia. Her eyes seems a bit determine for this one.

"Carmilla faked those photos. Nothing happened between us. You have to believe me. She's still angry that I forced her to go abroad. She's doing this just to break us apart." His tone was desperate, almost convincing. But I could still see the lipstick stain on his collar. I stared at him in silence, disappointment sitting heavy in my chest. "Alessia, I'll call her right now. I'll make her explain everything." He pulled out his phone, and the moment the call connected, he barked into it, "Carmilla, if you dare send Alessia any more lies to come between us, I'll personally send you to meet God." He hung up before she could say a word.

Before she can recover, Carla grabs her by the neck again and forces her to her feet. “You’re lying! I can smell your fear, your disgusting fear of seeing your loved ones die. This time, I will show no mercy to you or those people unless you tell me what’s going on.” “No…” Carrie takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “I have nothing… to do with it. It’s… it’s her. Her wolf… is a hybrid, a licántel. Her protective aura comes from herself. She’s too powerful… no one… not even I can nullify her aura.”

What the hell did that even mean? I forced myself to speak, my voice trembling slightly. “My name is Emmeline Carrington. We were attacked… on the day of my mating ceremony… to Jonas Sharpe.” I swallowed, the words catching in my throat. “If you doubt me, take me to Sylas.” It was a desperate gamble, but Sylas was my only hope. The Lycans exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. “If Sylas finds out you turned me away, he won't be happy," I added, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

She would say whatever she wanted, as long as he agreed. Alpha Killan, who didn't want to shame her by asking her how she knew about Camilla's sexual preferences, hummed while watching Camilla run away from them. Perhaps she didn't like the way he touched her. He was sure about that though, because he had heard her call him a pervert in her thoughts. There was something he couldn't grasp about her. Although Cameroon had said the girl was a werewolf, he couldn't smell her. It's like there was a barrier created around her, blocking her scent from wafting to others. It was the mate bond that had drawn him to her. The moment he saw them walking through the door, his wolf growled, trying to sniff

Sirella’s POV The night was a tapestry of shadows and shifting light, a realm where every secret felt exposed yet cloaked in darkness. I stepped lightly through the damp corridors of the palace, my heart still pounding from the echo of Damien’s kiss—a kiss that had been both a promise and a threat, leaving me trembling in its wake. The cool air carried the scent of rain and old stone, mingling with the faint trace of his musk. Every sensation seared into me, forcing me to confront the duality of what I felt: a desire that battled against the cold steel of duty.