Carmilla Fanfic Novels & Stories

He grew tensed and angry. “The feelings you’re associating with love is in fact the mate bond. As you said, it’s doing its work. It doesn’t have the same effect on me like it has on you since you’re a Lycan. But I’m human. I won’t lie to you, okay. It sometimes affects me but I don’t allow it complete control over my heart, mind and body.” I admitted.

Calix said persistently. I turned and throw daggers at him, and he knew to keep his fucking mouth shut before I threw him out of the car. I was already furious that Caius stepped into my engagement to fill in for me. I believe he must have swallowed extra guts after taking his usual strains. Otherwise, why the hell would he think I would let him marry the woman who had tormented me with her existence even before she was conceived? The anger in me rises every time I think about how frequently my first cousin changes his women. From Lycans to she-wolves, to vampires then witches. It didn't help that he lived off the Territory and was a bassist in a famous band.

Calla's POV The problem with rejecting your fated mate and then being legally forced to live twelve feet away from him was that my wolf had absolutely zero chill about it. Zero. None. Not even a little bit. She'd been pacing in my chest since I'd turned off the light, circling and whining like a dog who'd spotted a squirrel through a window she couldn't open. Every time Luca shifted in the room next to mine — rolled over, sat up, exhaled too loudly — I felt it. Not the bond, exactly. More like the scar where it used to be, twitching with phantom sensation. A radio stuck between stations, playing static and something almost-beautiful in equal measure.

Tyler stood up and left the living room, leaving me cold and alone with my alive father. "All I want to do is tell you everything, why I faked my death, why you had to fake yours, why Richard wants you." He explains. All the answers? He wants to give me all the information I would kill for. "Fine." I agree briefly. A small smile forms on his face. "Anna when you were a little girl you were special, you have always been special." He explains. "Back about a hundred years ago there were creatures called Lycans-"

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“I should have just fucked you and tossed you aside like the trash you were. You’re just a poor little Omega girl with big tits and a pretty face…” Here we go again, he thought. He could smell her arousal. It was a predictability he could set his watch to. He pushed her back onto the couch and ripped open the thin fabric of her gym tights at the crotch. Just as predictable was that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Dane dived right in. Cara groaned at the initial contact. She closed her eyes as Dane expertly worked his tongue, and everything that had taken place in the last few minutes – the anger, the fighting, the animosity between them – melted away.

My senses could’ve been warped. But now? Now I was starting to think the universe wasn’t playing games with me after all. Because it was rare—unheard of, really—for a werewolf to be mated to a human. The bond usually didn’t register. Not unless there was blood somewhere in the lineage. And Camila had triggered the bond in me. Hard. Which meant she wasn’t just my mate. She was something else. Half-blooded? Quarter? Hell, maybe there was even a dormant shifter gene somewhere.

he replied, peering at his aunt, and then attempted to walk away from there. “Where are you taking her now? You know that your father is not present in the castle at this moment,” she reminded him. His feet paused. “I can play a little with this wolf princess till my father won't return….” He trailed his eyes back at Amelia again and grinned wickedly. “After that, I will gladly end her life to break that f*cking curse,” saying that he took Amelia away from there. “Callum….” Sharon tried to stop him but he had already left. Terror washed over Sharon because she knew how cruel Callum could be, especially for that 21 years old werewolf princess, Amelia, whom he had been searching for like an in

Kaelen throws himself into training to avoid thinking about Carys, but Ravok becomes increasingly difficult to control. During the combat practice, his wolf nearly forced a partial shift after another warrior casually insulted Carys within earshot. He barely regained control before Ravok could take over completely. However, it was a bit too late. Some of them had already seen it, and the rumors spread through the castle quickly. Since they didn't know Carys caused the reaction, they just tagged him as unstable and out of sync with his wolf.