Carmilla X Laura Novelas e Histórias

“Wanted for arson? You mean the crime you so meticulously set up? Like I would waste my time starting a fire to harm this good-for-nothing bastard who’s already on his way to hell.” Kylan stepped forward indignantly but a glare from Chase halted him in his tracks. I scoffed. He could be so vicious and manipulative out of sight but when he stood in from of his opponent, he was nothing but a coward. “Because you have a powerful lycan backing you, you think you’re all that now.” Lily sneered. “Let me break it to you that you aren’t.”

LIA’S POV “And do you want to know the biggest shock?” Laura charged up again. She looked at me, her lips cocking up. “Everything she had been telling you are all lies…this girl is no lycan. She is a fucking werewolf!” I crumbled. At this point, my legs became numb. How…how did she know of this…who could have told her….Carlos? No…it couldn't be… Even the day she kidnapped me, she never knew I was not Lycan…how then…

Laura nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The crowd began to break up, but Laura caught people staring at her. Whispering to each other. "Did you see how she moved at the end?" "Something's really different about her." "Remember that scary and strange burst of energy during training with Dante?" "I also heard she can purify shadow wolves." "Is that even possible?" Laura walked toward the edge of the training circle, her legs shaky. Not from the fight. But from what had almost happened with Lucian. "Laura!"

Monica muttered and I stuck my tongue at her but she was telling the truth, I'm missing Darren so much that I just want to have him here right now. I felt odd too, like something is wrong but I can't place it... What could be wrong. Dean ended the call after we said our goodbyes. "Are you alright Laura? Karl asked and before I could answer, the gate creeks opened and my eyes shot towards it. Someone stepped in and I recognized it as my mate's gamma and what I saw next had my heart racing a marathon. Blood! He's covered in blood! Whose blood?

Rosalind answered with a smile. Laura's eyes widened, her face pale. "You are,” she faltered, “one of them," she whispered, her gaze darting between Rosalind and the darkness beyond the doorway. "Tristan, my Tristan,” she hesitated, then continued, “he's one of them too, isn't he?" Rosalind nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, Laura. We are werewolves. But we are not monsters. We are still human, still ourselves, just,” she shrugged and added, “ we are more."

Zezi turned around swiftly, her eyes meeting Laura's angry ones, and without a second thought, she gird her loins, tying the dress so she could comfortablly move in it. Laura's presence was never anything good and to face her, she must be at high alert. Laura scoffed. "Isn't it the werewolf?" She clicked her claw against the silver bracelet on her wrist. A silent threat. "It is, Vampire." She said with just as much disdain. "Here for that promised rematch?" "Don't start what you can't finish, werewolf. I can't promise to leave you alive." "You very well know that you must. Although I wished you didn't."

After scowling at his hand, I leave it hanging and lock my gaze with him. “Why are you here? Do you know where Laura is?” I can’t believe he dares to chuckle before calmly answering, “As we speak, Laura is in the dungeon under the Council’s Headquarters. She’s not in the best shape, but she’ll live.” “What have you done to her?” “She’s receiving the punishment for her actions.” Ion Corvin walks inside, passes me by, and remains standing, staring at my broken coffee table. “Hiding her abilities from the Council and harming another strigoi aren’t small offenses.”

“Just keep on, Brandon. Please.” “I’m trying,” I whispered. But my eyes kept closing. I turned into slipping. Drowning in my thoughts. And simply while the darkness tried to win, I heard the sound of an engine. Then tires. Brakes. Someone turned right here. Laura ran to the window and peeked through the curtain. “It’s Damien!” she cried. “He delivered a person.” A wave of remedy washed over me, but it lasted slightly a 2d. Because I heard it too.

Damon said, he knew his younger brother was thirsty for power and he was also someone who idolizes gangsters. “I also think so,” Sophia said, she had not yet told Damon about the incident at Luca’s place where Carlo almost lost his life. “Damon” Laura walked towards him with a shy smile, her face was completely red when she saw his gaze was stuck on her “Laura” he called and Isabella rushed towards them. “There Is a spark, right Mother?” she asked and Sophia laughed hard while Laura pulled her cheeks. “What do you know about sparks?” “I know a lot” the kid pouted.

He reached for the tip of her left ear and nibbled on it. And the moan she gave made him realise something. That he would never be able to get Zaramanni out of his head. Because right there, as he began to lift the skirt of her straight gown, all he could see and think about was Zaramanni. Laura reached for the base of his chin and he nuzzled her palm while imagining the scent of the half-fairy. There was indeed something wrong with him. “Do you think your wolf will fuck me one of these days?” Laura asked with a strained voice. “My wolf is aching to meet him.”