Carmilla X Zestial Novels & Stories

The sound came from the direction of campus, it was wild and challenging. "She's calling the hunt," Dante breathed, his face marred with rage. "Hunt? What does that mean?" Lessie's voice cracked. "She really doesn't know where to draw the line," I whispered underneath my breath. "Celeste has been building a pack of rogues. I'm sure you don't need me explaining that," Dante said, already moving towards his car. “Werewolves without loyalty to any Alpha, driven by hunger and greed. She must have promised them a taste of Moonborn power."

"You're so sweet, but no thanks. Don't worry about me. I can handle my problem on my own and it's not a big deal. It's just my problem can't be removed." "All right, if that's what you want, but don't be afraid to come to me. I'm always available." I smiled at him before getting to work. I sighed deeply as I remembered the torn body of a human. Who did it? I really want to meet and kill a werewolf. But I can't seem to find them. I can't seem to find at least one of them. I was waiting for a taxi when a black car pulled in front of me. I cocked my brow and waited to see who was inside the car. When I saw Zeux open his window, my eyes widened.

She has to come with me and without making up any dramas. “You will come with me! I’m Carter Darren, Alpha from Moon Stone!” “Keep your voice down! If you don’t want to feel pain!” she said. I was really pissed off. “I don’t think you are accursed of the she-wolf, cursed wolf, it’s just a legend!” “You believe?” She frowned. “Yes, you are just stronger than normal betas, nothing more!” I see her facial expression change; she closes her eyes mine, and when she opens them, they are red as blood. “Just because you can change your eye color to red, should I fear you?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“That I was in danger. That Luciano’s mark was going to kill me.” Milo cursed under his breath. “Camilla… that wasn’t Jax.” The words sent a sharp, icy fear through my body. I felt sick. If it wasn’t Jax, then who—or what—had been in my house last night? * I needed more answers. There was only one person who might know what was going on. Madam Elsie. She was an elder, one of the few wolves who had studied ancient magic and dark curses. If something unnatural had taken Jax’s form, she would know.

Aeshua looked away. Czarita, getting even more desperate, gritted her teeth. “Well, you give me no choice. I am pretty sure no one told you about any of these details.” Czarita opened the folder in front of her and photos of Carmilla’s severed body were compiled in it. Aeshua’s jaw dropped. She felt numb seeing how they defiled her body, severing her limbs and carving on them as if they were writing on the wall. She felt her chest tightening. She breathed heavily, gradually increasing in speed as if she was preparing for a big blow. There was a whirlwind of emotions inside of her, continuously growing. Her face turned red then, she huffed a long and heavy one, her head hung low. What seemed

Before she can recover, Carla grabs her by the neck again and forces her to her feet. “You’re lying! I can smell your fear, your disgusting fear of seeing your loved ones die. This time, I will show no mercy to you or those people unless you tell me what’s going on.” “No…” Carrie takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “I have nothing… to do with it. It’s… it’s her. Her wolf… is a hybrid, a licántel. Her protective aura comes from herself. She’s too powerful… no one… not even I can nullify her aura.”

“Shit! I’m sure it dropped. Karla would be with it now.” “Karla?” Calisté stared at him. “You gave my map to your werewolf girlfriend?” “Yes he did,” Karla replied, appearing out of the bushes. “You have a problem with that?” Calisté turned in shock and she stared at the figure standing before her for a while. She was tall and beautiful and her rich black hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her slight bodily curves. Calisté turned to face Jimin in anger. Her face was bright red.

She cursed. Now Zara couldn’t hold back anymore, she slapped Carmella the second time and she fell to the ground, she went straight to her at once and grabbed her on her hair making her stand to her feet while Carmella screamed loudly, she just couldn’t believe that her mother would hit her like that, now Zara didn’t care anymore, she was already too angry with what Carmella have done and now she was accusing her of being a bad mother! She grabbed her by the neck and pushed her to the wall slapping her over and over again both on the neck and face until they all looked very red, her nails scratching through her skin, Carmella let out a loud cry, she couldn’t save herself from her mother, of

She went to the box lying on her bed and opened the top revealing an extravagant white gown with angel quartzes and the most expensive layers of gossamer fabric tailored by the best hands in the empire especially crafted to fit her body perfectly. She dressed herself in the beautiful gown and searched desperately for something in her sliding boxes. She pulled her drawers and threw them violently when she didn't find what she was looking for, scattering debris and unwanted objects on the floor. After the third drawer, she finally found it. Carmilla placed the letter opener against her arm and started digging it against her wrist. The blade was quite dull so it took her a bit of pressure to te