Carmilla X Velvette Novels & Stories

He whispered as he stared back at her on the screen. "Vampire's blood cannot be mixed easily with werewolves, there has to be consent in the first place, and werewolves can't be charmed like humans." Said Camilla, the female vampire. She was quiet most of the time and now was the first time she talked longer than 3 words.

The fifth giggled when he grabbed her waist. "Stop!" I screamed it this time, my voice breaking. Daemon turned to look at me, and there was no warmth in his eyes. No recognition of what we were supposed to be. "Maybe now you'll understand," he said. "Look at them, Vera. Look at what a Luna should be." But he wasn't done. He turned to Kara and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Let's go somewhere more private." They disappeared through a side door. Then he returned for the second she-wolf. Then the third.

he replied, peering at his aunt, and then attempted to walk away from there. “Where are you taking her now? You know that your father is not present in the castle at this moment,” she reminded him. His feet paused. “I can play a little with this wolf princess till my father won't return….” He trailed his eyes back at Amelia again and grinned wickedly. “After that, I will gladly end her life to break that f*cking curse,” saying that he took Amelia away from there. “Callum….” Sharon tried to stop him but he had already left. Terror washed over Sharon because she knew how cruel Callum could be, especially for that 21 years old werewolf princess, Amelia, whom he had been searching for like an in

Carmine was an older Italian man, a bit overweight but equally stylish in a dark Armani suit, sunglasses, and his own hat. Carmine looked bored when he responded. "There is not one inch of land not claimed by a Master. No matter where one travels outside of their territory it is expected that the Vampire show the proper respect." "Bullshit," Letrelle said. "Carmine doesn't require respect. Carmine requests permission to fuck my ladies, to eat my donors, and chip off pieces of my territory block by block." "And what would make you enter his territory?" I asked. "Under the circumstances why couldn't you just materialize when you needed to pass through his territory?"

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

“If you don’t answer me boy, I’ll have one of my deputies rip your jaw off so I can see for myself.” Rancid opened his mouth and showed his fangs as well. His weren’t yellow, but they weren’t white either. “What about the rest of you? Tell me now or I’ll make this hell for you.” Isaac stepped forward and put his hand to his mouth holding back his top lip so he could show off his fangs. He didn’t say anything else and stepped back next to Rancid. “What about you women?” Cara replied, “We’re not vampires. Just the men.” “Let me see,”

He sounded unforgiving and almost brutal, ruthless. But I was determined to know if Carter is saying the truth. Before Landon could stop me, I moved in a vampire speed towards where Carter was standing. Carter looked shocked that I actually left Landon and went to him. But then he relaxed and had a little time to stare at my face for a few long seconds as though it was the first time he had seen someone rose from death. Well, I guess you can take that with its literal meaning since going through vampire transition, it feels like being born again after you've experienced death.

There was suddenly the sound of a door opening, and Caitlin sensed immediately that the two of them were no longer alone. They both spun towards the noise, and looked to see who it was. It was a person. A vampire. A beautiful, incredible creature, taller, thinner, better built than Caitlin. With long, flowing red hair and bright green eyes. As Caitlin realized who it was, her heart plummeted. No. It couldn’t be. It was her. Sera. Caleb’s ex-wife. Caitlin had met her only once, briefly, at the Cloisters. But she had never forgotten her.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.