Carmilla X Laura Novels & Stories

When I’d walked into that room and found Laura handcuffed to that chair looking so small and terrified with those tears streaming down her face, I’d known the true meaning of fear. I’d thought that he’d hurt her, and my need to get her to safety had overridden the urge to kill the idiot. When I’d confirmed that both her and the baby were perfectly fine, I’d gone back in and given the man a piece of my mind—with my fists. My shoes might have also had an input. “You can drop me off here.” Laura’s soft voice drifted into my ears, jerking me out of my thoughts. Not one single bone in my body was willing as I pulled the car off the road and parked. I wasn’t ready to let her out of my sight. Not j

"I will come out." Laura said and opens the door. "Sorry again." Alpha Vincent said again. "It's fine, let's go, just don't compare yourself to Axel if you don't want to ever have a problem with me." Laura replied. "I won't." He simply said and she smiled. "Shall we?" He asked. She nodded, they together walked out of the chamber to the Royal garage. "Wow, so much cars." Laura said. "You can choose the ones you will like us to drive in, I'm sure you already had so much of them when you was the Alpha of your pack." Alpha Vincent replied. "I guess not up to this much, can we go with the black car?" Laura said not wanting to take the topic further. "Sure, I will drive." Alpha Vincent re

Samantha Cole would take all the time to remind Whitney about her life in the Bloodmoon pack, which was one terrible event that creeped her out. “What do you want?” Whitney, not wanting to proceed with this talk, decided to finish up with this talk quickly, since she was never interested in mating with the last lycan, she’d rather team up with Sam. “Give the Lycan back and I can help you escape from the pack right now” in an instant Whitney’s eyes flashed with excitement as she found Samantha’s offer appealing. “Deal!” She mumbled without thinking twice, Samantha Cole had a triumphant smile on her lips and nodded at Whitney.

ALYSSA I had barely gotten on my feet when Liam’s blue-eyed wolf roared and soared toward Dexter, landing on him and sending his back to the floor, almost crushing the asshole under his enormous weight. He went ahead to try and bite his face off but Dexter did his absolute best to avoid his strikes and get him off. Thankfully, I could say that I wasn’t sure Dexter’s ‘absolute best’ would be enough to save him from an angry fully-shifted werewolf who wanted his blood in his mouth.

I say to her. "So tell me, what was so important that Sammie needed to tell you?" Laura asks. "Laura, I think Selene is involved with your parent's murder," I say to her. Laura is in shock. "Noo, that can not be true. I cannot believe that. I will kill her," Laura says. Laura takes flight and flies toward the house. She is fast. I take my wolf form to catch her before she kills Selene. I need answers first.

She’s one of the celebrated new models featured in the latest summer collection. I felt small all of a sudden, but Liam is mine and she should know to take her hands off him. I tightened my grip on Liam’s arms that made him lose his stepping. She extended her tapered milky fingers toward me, reaching for a handshake. “My name is Laura. One of Liam’s special acquaintance. We just happened to cross paths again, meet each other’s eye, when I saw him walking on Aurelius Street.” Special friend? What does she mean by that? I can sense her reeking duplicitousness in her angelic façade. Her eyes resembled of a sneaky snake, craving, patiently waiting in the underbrush to poison its prey and maw its

“That I was in danger. That Luciano’s mark was going to kill me.” Milo cursed under his breath. “Camilla… that wasn’t Jax.” The words sent a sharp, icy fear through my body. I felt sick. If it wasn’t Jax, then who—or what—had been in my house last night? * I needed more answers. There was only one person who might know what was going on. Madam Elsie. She was an elder, one of the few wolves who had studied ancient magic and dark curses. If something unnatural had taken Jax’s form, she would know.

"Orion says June is a Lycan of Legacy. If he touches her before she's ready, she’ll instinctively reject him with the force of her entire bloodline." Leila’s wicked smile widens, but her dark eyes soften just a fraction. "I know. I’ve seen her, Silas. She’s starting to wake up. I already have watchers on campus, she nearly took Jason’s arm off in the quad ten minutes ago just for being a 'friendly' idiot who got too close. She’s got literal teeth, even if she doesn't fully know how to use them yet." "Then we absolutely have to do this," I say, looking back over my shoulder toward the dense, suffocating trees where the midnight-black wolf is currently cooling his heels.

I probed. “Yes, fucking yes!” She snapped. “Holy Christ! Laura, I thought you were intelligent. I fucked you that night because you seem bold and smart, what happened to the bold Laura of that night? “She is gone, Alexander. She is gone. She wasn't bold either, she was just horny and unbothered,” she explained. “Good. Now, I want you to be either of the two you mentioned. I want you unbothered or horny. Maybe there's something about my touch that makes you genuinely unbothered,* I tried to tease her.

Before I could say another word, he continued making his way to the back where that little prick was. “I think he meant what he said,” Giaan muttered seriously. “He placed a barrier around Beth as a warning to the others. The werewolves would not dare go near her.” This was all too confusing. Is Laura one of us? Why is a vampire involved? Is it because of Keres? The wolves and vampire are clearly on opposite sides. What the fuck is going on?! “I hope they pull their fingers out of their arses and try to find Laura! We must go look for her! We wasted enough time,” Ozouf grunted. I became consumed by my thoughts. He's right, I need to shift and scan through the city to find—