Carmilla Hazbin Novels & Stories

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

In the quiet town of Ravenswood, nestled within a dense forest, a young woman named Isabella found herself captivated by the haunting beauty of the moonlit nights. It was during these bewitching hours that a mysterious presence would emerge—a seductive incubus named Damien. Invisible to mortal eyes, Damien moved through the shadows, his dark and alluring aura drawing him towards Isabella. He was enticed by her delicate features, the way her hair cascaded like ebony silk and her eyes sparkled with an untamed fire.

"You heard me, dude. I killed someone the other night - a middle-aged woman. Christian, I'm not the person who you think I am. I'm a meat-eating monster." That confession was pretty hard for me, but to my surprise, Christian burst into laughter. "And what does it have to do with what happened between us that night? I didn't kill anyone, Justine." Despite his laughter, my entire face remained solemn. Not even a single muscle of my face moved while staring at him. "Everything, Chris. Everything has to do with what happened between us that night. I have had this curse since I turned eighteen. That anyone whom I kissed will die." To make it more convincing, I leaned closer to him and rubbed my l

I look around at them, don’t know what actually happened to them. “So… you were telling us that half of the Luna power that Hyacinth possessed was actually locked inside Cattleya’s body?” Zephyr asked the shaman very carefully. I could almost sense the tension between them. Staring at the fireplace, with a cig on her hand, Zahra then said to Zephyr, “Yes, inside the beating heart of miss Cattleya Hunt is half the power of the late Luna Hyacinth.”

She knew it had the answers she wanted and could unlock more powers in her that were hidden. Reading the faded words, Audrey started to understand. Her heart raced as she connected the mysterious clues. The truth was clear—she wasn't just a regular werewolf. She was a special werewolf, with a devilish side, and her destiny was greater than she foresaw. Audrey looked at her reflection in the mirror-like projection, feeling the storm inside her build up. She stared at herself, her eyes strong and filled with a new determination. "I'm not who I thought I was," she said quietly to herself, sounding sure but also unsure. "I'm reborn, a powerful force to be reckoned with."

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

he told her. Queen Hazar smiled and waved to the girl with green highlights. “This is Karya. She’s a dryad or forest nymph, if you will,” she said and Lily couldn’t help but wonder how much weirder her world was going to get. The girl nodded and stepped up to her. “S’up hybrid,” she said with a quirky smile and Lily smiled.

My pulse quickened, and Kyrax stirred inside me, just as confused. *What the hell is that?* I tried to focus, blinking through the blood and sweat clouding my vision. Darius’s attention was no longer on me as his eyes darted toward the forest in confusion. And then, that’s when I saw it—something tearing through the trees, moving impossibly fast. It was a blur at first, but then the shape solidified, and my heart skipped a beat. Calum. He was in his full Lycan form, sprinting toward us like a bullet.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“To other wolves? Yeah.” I sat down on the edge of the teacher’s desk because my legs weren’t exactly in the mood to keep holding me up. “Awesome,” I muttered. “Just what every girl dreams of. Werewolf perfume.” Ethan gave me a look, but didn’t smile. “It’s not a joke, Camila. That scent—it makes you trackable.” “Trackable by who?” I swallowed. He hesitated. Then: “The ASD.” “Is that a band or—?”