Carmilla Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Camilla POV I consider lying but decide against it. “ Yes.” Diego nods slowly, processing. Then he reaches out and takes my hands, pulling me closer. "Camilla," he says seriously, looking directly into my eyes. "I don't care if you are a werewolf. I don't care if you're a devil from hell itself. If that's where you are, then I will crawl to hell with you." The words hit me like a physical force and tears spring to my eyes.

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.

The burning had spread down to my fingertips. “Calantha wouldn't shut up about their first daughter. Let’s see just how powerful her wolf is,” King Blanchard purred. She has lycan eyes. She might survive.” With his decree, the councilman hit a loud staff on the floor. I opened my eyes with a gasp. Startled by the loud sound. The ground seemed to crack open and break from the point of his staff towards me. A loud scream tore from my throat as I jumped aside to avoid the rapidly breaking floor.

Balthazar snorted when he heard it. "Brennan, you have to stop your fantasies. Caroline is a pure-blooded Leykan. She doesn't have a mate. And one day you too will meet your true mate." Again, my heart feels like it's been stabbed. Alex tried to control himself and after a few seconds his expression calmed down again, though it was still forced. "What should I do to make the scars on Caroline's mark disappear?" Balthazar blinked in surprise then looked at us in turn. "Isn't it obvious? You guys need to end this relationship ASAP."

The sound came from the direction of campus, it was wild and challenging. "She's calling the hunt," Dante breathed, his face marred with rage. "Hunt? What does that mean?" Lessie's voice cracked. "She really doesn't know where to draw the line," I whispered underneath my breath. "Celeste has been building a pack of rogues. I'm sure you don't need me explaining that," Dante said, already moving towards his car. “Werewolves without loyalty to any Alpha, driven by hunger and greed. She must have promised them a taste of Moonborn power."

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."

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?

She has to come with me and without making up any dramas. “You will come with me! I’m Carter Darren, Alpha from Moon Stone!” “Keep your voice down! If you don’t want to feel pain!” she said. I was really pissed off. “I don’t think you are accursed of the she-wolf, cursed wolf, it’s just a legend!” “You believe?” She frowned. “Yes, you are just stronger than normal betas, nothing more!” I see her facial expression change; she closes her eyes mine, and when she opens them, they are red as blood. “Just because you can change your eye color to red, should I fear you?”

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.

carl asks again pulling out his gun. The said bitch walks to him as she undresses his body with her thirsty eyes and smirking. "This bitch is gonna suck your hot ass dry," she slurs seductively licking her fucking lips. Fuck it.