Carmilla Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It's a mark. I can feel it—a connection between us. Our blood has formed an ancient bond…” Wonderful! This is getting a lot more interesting. “And what if I don't want to be part of this bond you speak of?” He chuckled softly. “You can't run from it…” “That mark you gave Brielle is a sign of a deeper connection, and I feel that's what is making me lose control of my wolf. I can't control it. Ever since you walked into this school, you unsealed something in me…” Hmmm? “You and I, we're tied together. Whether you like it or not…”

“What about her? It could well be that your adopted sister was the one who hugged you, kissed you, or even went much further whilst you were unconscious, couldn’t it?!” “Good heavens, Adriana! How can you think such vile and filthy thoughts?!” I snapped in frustration, my patience completely at an end. “Camila has no feelings for me whatsoever! She only sees me as her older brother, Adriana. Do you understand that or not, for goodness’ sake?! I’m about to marry you; I’ve accepted this arranged marriage and we’re getting married very soon. What more do you want, hm?! Sex? Fine! If that’s what you want so you’ll stop bothering Camila, let’s do it right now!” ****

"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.

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

she takes advantage of the close distance between their faces to steal Tatum’s lips in a kiss, grabbing his crotch simultaneously. A growl tears from Tatum’s throat and the next second, Carmela finds herself in the air before her back slams into the door. She yelps in pain, her head throbbing and she is barely on her feet when Tatum’s hands wrap around her throat, his eyes blazing red. “Do that again and I’ll kill you,” his animalistic voice growls before his eyes turn grey and he lets her go. “Was that your wolf?” Carmela asks as tears pour out of her eyes, standing to her feet. “Does it hate me too? Does it hate his mate or is it you? Which one of you hates me?”

Narra grabbed my arm roughly, and said loudly, “Fat bitch wants to be though.” Everyone. Laughed. And my heart... shattered to pieces at hearing him call me that. “And just to make it clear to her,” he turned to look at me, his eyes red and angry. Different. Not Narra. “I, Narra Triosi, Alpha Heir to the Kingdom Duskmire, reject you, Theodosa Fane, as my fated mate.”

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.

Irritation gnaws at me. Why am I thinking about that werewolf girl again? Nothing good can come out of that, but there is no denying that the werewolf female, little Camilla, was pretty and innocent-looking. Before she knew what I was, she treated me with kindness. Though, when word got out that I’m a demon, her face turned pale, and she smelled of fear like everybody else. Not that I’m surprised—I’m a monster. My chest tightens as I hurry outside of the mansion. The apartment complex isn’t very far away, and I begin to climb the stairs, stopping when I see Camilla. She is struggling to open the door to her new apartment, and I pause in my steps.

He could melt her and mold her into anything he desired, if she got too close. Alessandra is known as the abomination of her family since she is a wolf-less child born to a family of werewolves. She is looked down on by everyone but when her younger sister Ava started dating the Mysterious Alpha of their pack and her boss, an opportunity comes where she could ride from being a nobody to a somebody when she discovered that Alpha Carter is none other than her mate. Will he reject her or claim her to be his mate despite his family's protest against it?

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.