Carmilla X Rosie Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes, and Rosie was watching me, a bright smile on her face. “You a true and kind of soul, Ellis. I am sorry for doubting you. There are not many good stories about vampires, you see. Only one,” she added, so quietly that I thought I might have imagined her saying it. I realised belatedly that the candle had gone out, the flame dying as we had come back down into this realm, this plane. I wasn’t sure how to describe it – perhaps it had all taken place in my head – but I felt calm, and unbothered with attempting to dissect it. It was magic, after all, I thought, with an imagined wry chuckle to myself.

he said nervously. … It’s been ten minutes since Rose was supposed to arrive. Cullen and I waited outside the car. Something was strange about this place. Sensing movement in the forest. I hear some of my men hiss. “Nikolas,” Cullen whispers. “I know…” I mumble as I get in attack position. Suddenly, two cars approached the entrance. Looking back, I see as the back door of a black Cadillac opens and down come Rose. With a deadly look, Rose approached me. There was something off about her. As I notice, I see her eyes pitch black and her fangs out.

Rosie smiled nodding and then Carried turned her eyes to me. "Who's this?" Carrie asked Rosie. "I'm Ares." I introduced myself. "Is he.." "He's the guy that my dad introduced to." Rosie said and I smiled. Carrie grabbed my hand shaking it. "I hope you don't be sad with all her cold and sharp words and attitude. I'm Carrie by the way." Carrie said and I chuckled nodding. Rosie rolled her eyes and Carrie dragged me and Rosie to get coffee together at the cafe right in front of the book expo.

Rosie said, picking up a red solo cup and walking to the trash. “I don't know you.” Taylor said, looking at her. “I’m sorry. I tend to not really be an outgoing person.” Rosie babled an answer. Taylor shook his head. He was Beta and he knew everyone of his pack members. This girl was not part of his pack. If she was a regular human he would maybe take the excuse that she was hired to clean but no, not another wolf from another pack. Taylor’s eyes glowed red as he cornered the girl. Just by instinct Rose’s wolf kicked in and her eyes began to glow blue. It gave her away.

Greyson pats Rosie’s arm, and grins at her, “Rosie, what if we combine the glamour with a baffle, then it could keep the sound out too, but we could see and hear what’s going on outside of it. The perfect camouflage.” She grins and nods, they move back to the fire and their supplies and start tinkering together, flipping through their grimoires and talking excitedly at the prospect of it. He looks back at Celine, who’s kneeling next to the unconscious Vampire at his feet with her hand on his head.

We kept track of which cars left most frequently and which direction they went. Derek was kind enough to follow them a few times to see where they were sent, and we kept track of those, too. I could feel Rose's desire to run as a wolf, but she understood the danger of being spotted. If she was to be seen this close to the manor, she'd most likely be surrounded and turned. The thought of my Roza being Pricolici was sickening, but I did wonder how she'd be different in the undead state. Would she be able to switch between Strigoi and Pricolici as easily as she could switch between human and wolf now? Would she still retain some of her scent with the added rotting corpse smell? Would I still lo

I picked up a knife and got to work, my hands protesting with every slice. As I worked, I listened. The kitchen was always a place of gossip, and today was no exception. The words floated around me, fragments of conversation that I pieced together as I chopped. "...three visiting Alphas, and their entourages..." "...and there's going to be a mating ceremony..." "...And the snow Alpha from the northern territory..." "...arriving tonight, and the Luna wants everything perfect, she said, perfect, or heads will roll..." A mating ceremony. That explained the feast. Somewhere, two wolves and more wolves were about to be joined, and the castle was preparing to celebrate.

He rolled off of me onto the ground holding himself. I stood up and brushed myself off while I watched Mason crying in pain. I felt my anger growing stronger and stronger. How dare he? I'm not his, I'm Wyatts'! That's when the realization hit me. I'm Wyatts'. I may have only just met him, but I already love him. Thankfully, that's normal being a werewolf. It's the mate bond.

As if their gazes were magnets he looked up at Trisha and now she could see the blood over his face, and the protruding canines. Well great, on top of everything else, she had fake married a vampire.

I snorted. “I'm fine.” She moved closer, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. “What happened, Rosie?” Now that I thought about it, it just sounded stupid. “It's stupid, Lena—” “Tell me.” I scoffed, pushing the school door open before stepping out. “She was flirting with Henry.” Lena paused for a brief moment. “Jesus Christ, Rosie. That is really stupid.” “I know…” I whined, turning to face her. “But she hit me first though.”