Carmilla X Zestial Novels & Stories

Karistus no longer looked down upon the human world, the corrupted souls burnt her eyes with their sickly flames, and the Gods seemed to have forgotten the promise they made to the wolf. Then one day, a baby's cry called to the depressed wolf, and Karistus found herself looking down once more at Earth. The baby was sired by Artemis Marcello, youngest son of the Lycan royal family, fourth in line to the throne and his forbidden lover Azrialla Delarosa, High priestess of the Ravenclaw coven. Karistus watched as the young couple raced through the woods with their precious babe, chased by both factions determined to end the young baby's life, and she knew that Earth had become too corrupt, and t

Tired of him judging my interests, I walked towards him and snatched the book away. "Why are you here?" I put the book back in its rightful place. "I will have to keep an even closer eye on you tonight because of that shapeshifter you saw earlier." "So it was a shapeshifter." "Yes, it was. You better get your powers soon if you don't want to get attacked even more. They all know you have possession of the book, they're just waiting for the right moment to take it. They're observing you and they won't stop until you find your powers." What he said gave me the chills. Just knowing that those ugly creatures were observing my every move was unsettling. It's kinda similar to what Damon was doing

It wasn’t slow. It was claiming. The kiss tasted of fire, smoke, and wildness. His tongue swept into her mouth, dominant and demanding. Her knees buckled. He caught her easily, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Selene barely noticed. Kael carried her to a stone altar at the center of the firepit, laying her down with reverence and hunger. His hands slid over her thighs, pulling the hem of her dress higher. His breath was ragged, eyes glowing, fangs barely restrained.

But when I tried to shift, I felt a fire caging my wolf. I looked up abruptly, feeling the fire from a direction, and it was Xavier flashing something at me, which emitted a red light. Whatever it was had a very strong power that captured my wolf and I could not move. I grunted in pain and fell to my knees. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't feel my wolf no any of my powers. What is happening? What is this? "We came so prepared for you, Giselle," I heard Cleopatra say with a laugh. "Things are not the same. They are not like you always thought they would be. This time, you are going down for good."

He just sat there, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead at nothing. "Tell me it's not true," he said finally. Her stomach dropped. "Tell you what's not true?" "Don't." His voice cracked on the word. "Don't make me say it out loud if you're just going to lie to me again." Giselle's hands twisted in her lap. "Vexeon, I—" "Did you sleep with him." Vexeon turned to face her now, eyes dark, unreadable. "Damien Nightshade. The Lycan King. On your birthday. While I was upstairs waiting for you."

Calix said persistently. I turned and throw daggers at him, and he knew to keep his fucking mouth shut before I threw him out of the car. I was already furious that Caius stepped into my engagement to fill in for me. I believe he must have swallowed extra guts after taking his usual strains. Otherwise, why the hell would he think I would let him marry the woman who had tormented me with her existence even before she was conceived? The anger in me rises every time I think about how frequently my first cousin changes his women. From Lycans to she-wolves, to vampires then witches. It didn't help that he lived off the Territory and was a bassist in a famous band.

She had seen him kill that huge bear right in front of her eyes just in one go with his bare hands that had extended out claws. She then recalled witnessing his eyes glowing golden for a second but thought of it as her illusion and now as she stared at his chest which carried no claw marks, had her stomach churning in frenzy. She saw him walking away from the cottage and into the woods. Without thinking of anything she walked out of the cottage with cautious steps, after him. Not knowing that her fate would change its tides drastically tonight. Xander was angry would be an understatement. He was outrageous. The bear that came in front of his car out of nowhere was under the spell of the witc

"Zuri, over here!" Carmilla waved enthusiastically, though she didn’t need to—I’d spotted her through the window the moment I’d stepped out of my car. I slid into the chair across from her, my hands trembling slightly in my lap. There was no denying Carmilla’s beauty—she was like something out of a dream. Fair skin, wavy blonde hair that spoke to her American heritage, almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate pointed nose. Her lips were painted a deep plum red, and faint freckles dusted both shoulders.

He greeted Tiziana warmly, his concern for her evident. But when his gaze shifted to Stefano, his smile disappeared, and the atmosphere cooled instantly. Before Stefano could speak, the sharp rhythm of approaching heels cut through the air like a warning. Carmelita strode forward, a glass of champagne in hand and fire in her eyes. As Celeste’s closest friend, she made no effort to hide her disdain for Tiziana. To her, Tiziana was nothing more than a calculated social climber hiding behind a fragile, innocent act.

After a brief pause, she asked, “What is your name?” “Zaria Rose Carrington,” Zaria answered. “Zaria—what a beautiful name! I’m Selena Carlisle,” Selena said, shaking Zaria’s hand. “I hope we meet again.” After that, Selena’s gaze returned to Damian. She said nothing and didn't smile either. Yet somehow, that silence itself felt like a wordless signal—a message only the two of them understood. Damian exhaled slowly, as though holding himself back from losing control. “I still have work I need to finish,” he said at last.