Carmilla X Velvette Novels & Stories

I don't want him to hurt anymore. ''How dare you read my mind'' she shouts so loud that everyone in the room turns and all attention is on us. ''Bells'' Justin shouts. His voice vibrates into the room and her hands' trembles. The other guy is quietly seated. Almost like he doesn't want to get involved. I didn't come here to fight but a Vamp and a werewolf interaction somehow always leads to a fight. ''Let go of him right now'' His voice is firm. I know who has the pants in this relationship.

CAMILA By the time the first bell rang, I already understood one thing clearly. Lunaris Academy was beautiful—but it was not kind. The classroom was carved from pale stone and dark wood, sunlight filtering through tall arched windows etched with ancient runes. Desks were arranged in tiers, each seat engraved with symbols tied to a student’s race. Wolves sat together, radiating confidence. Fairies hovered near perches built into the walls. Witches clustered with stacks of spellbooks. Vampires lingered at the back, half in shadow.

His phone pings, but instead of seeing who it is, he just pulls away and grabs hold of my hand again and we walk back down the alleyway towards the street. I can suddenly see the Rolls Royce Cullinan parked in front, indicating that Julien was here. We made our way towards the blacked-out car, Alex pulling the door open and letting me in first before he followed. We were in the confined space for all of five seconds before he gripped me by the hips and pulled me onto his lap, now straddling him. I sucked in a breath, thankful there was

However, when I read through the comments displayed there, I am shocked. The whole of Jet City is calling on Carla to appear on their screens once again. Some people are even spreading the fake news that she may already be dead, since things did not go smoothly at the fashion show. Some even claim that she is not human, as no woman born of a woman can be that attractive. Truth be told, Carla is as strikingly gorgeous as a fairy. That's why when I set my eyes on her at Velvet Steam, I knew she was the one to keep me company. All that goodness and that tight pussy are all mine. Those firm breasts and…

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

“I cannot keep going back there again and again. Please help me…you need to make this stop.” “There is nothing she can do about it, Camilla,” said the man in the shadows. It was not the incubus. It was the vampire. And immediately I was bombarded with a memory that he had. It was the joining of a wolf and a vampire….he wanted to mate me as he had seen them doing it… Waking from a nightmare Yvette bolts up. Her Alabaster figure in stark contrast to the red satin sheets. She looks over to Belvie sprawled in the bed next to her. Belvie's hand resting on Yvette's thigh beneath the sheets.

The two then moved together synchronically—like a stud and a bitch mating in the midst of noon’s sun. A couple of minutes later, the supreme vampire and the shapeshifter werewolf cried loudly together as they reached the peak of their sophisticated convergence. *** Cyrill was placidly driving their navy blue Sedan. Rozelyn asked him if they could just skip that rubbish orgy and go home earlier than the others. Romaine has Dorrien anyway. She can safely arrive home even without her and Cyrill’s assistance. ‘Romaine’s surely enjoying a tango with that man again!’

I stayed in the shadows, watching Carl pin her against the door. ​Her scream was muffled, a sound that tore through me like a serrated blade. ​"Going somewhere, Astrid?" Carl’s voice was like gravel. ​I stepped out from behind the dumpster, the light of the flickering streetlamp catching the edges of my silhouette. I saw the way her face fell—the way the hope died in her eyes and was replaced by a jagged, raw betrayal. ​"He doesn't own me!" she hissed at Carl. ​If only that were true, Velvet, I thought, my heart aching with a dark, possessive grief. If you weren't mine, you'd be dead. And I don't know which version of the story you'd prefer.

She looked agitated and stressed, and I knew something was wrong. "What's going on?" I asked, concern etched on my face. "We have a situation," Celeste said, her voice serious. "That creature seems to be attracted to Lovette for some reason." Lovette's eyes widened in fear. "What do you mean?" "We need your help to catch it," Celeste explained. "We think it might be drawn to you, and we need you to lure it out so we can capture it." Lovette hesitated, but I could see the determination in her eyes.

--- The journey was harsh—blizzards in the high passes, shadow-creatures in the old dark woods, and dreams that whispered forgotten truths. Selene’s magic grew. Her senses sharpened. Her heart beat louder, steadier. Kael stayed by her side through every test. And with each danger they conquered, their bond grew not just deeper—but brighter. They laughed. Fought. Loved. Screamed each other’s names beneath stars and in the heat of battle. Two wild souls. One endless flame. --- And then—on the thirtieth day—they found it. Vireya. Hidden in a valley shrouded in mist, guarded by trees older than time, was a city of moonstone towers and whispering wind.