Carmilla X Zestial Novels & Stories

he shouts heading to his office and Carl grumbles standing up. "What?" carl snaps annoyed. Understandable. "They found Santino and Ace is killing him" he announces in a distressed tone and every horny bone in me disappears.

My heart skipped a beat as I caught Hazel's scent floating through the door- lavender and daylight, with a hidden current of something wild that my wolf perceived as our mate. "Come in," I called out, quickly composing myself. She entered reluctantly, looking even more modest and more defenseless. How could this apparently delicate Omega have such tremendous power? Taking a look at her now, you'd never imagine she was meant to be maybe the most powerful wolf in history. "Alpha Xavier," she hesitated then habitually bit her lip nervously. "I was wondering ... did they track down the intruder's body?"

“Smart.” “I survive.” He studied her for a moment, too intently. She folded her arms. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Stare like I’m a question you’re dying to answer.” “You are,” he said simply. Zara flushed. Dammit. “You don’t play fair,” she muttered. He leaned in. “And you like it.” Before she could retort, Carmella herself waddled over—silver hair in a bun, apron stained with sauce, eyes sharp as razors.

The dress now pooled on the floor at my feet, leaving me in only a white strapless bra and lace underwear. "Mmm, I love how you react to my touch," he murmured as his lips brushed my shoulder. Bryan unfastened my bra and threw it aside. The sensual touch of his caress ignited my body, and the tug in my chest felt like it would explode. The primal need to complete the bond surged through me, and my lycan was bouncing for joy inside me. This was the time our mate would finally claim us. The wait was over.

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.

I speared a piece of cheesecake, ready to drown every leftover thought of Lucas and Dylan in sugar—and froze. Across the restaurant, just past the row of potted palms, a tall figure slid into view. I almost choked on air. “What the—” Dylan’s brow creased. “Emma?” I leaned forward, lowering my voice to a sharp whisper. “Don’t look now, but the devils just found each other.” Of course he turned anyway. Smooth, smug Nathan. And beside him—Carmilla. Her sleek hair looked freshly blow-dried, but her expression looked like she wasn’t enjoying his company at all.

I try to stay composed while Mark packs. “Don’t worry, Estela. Everything will be fine,” he reassures me. His eyes roam over my body. My anger fades into an unsettling vulnerability, seduced by his words and perfectly defined muscles. His jeans are so tight I could swear I notice something underneath; his beige shirt molds to his body and leaves me breathless. “Grayson sent me the address. Her name is Celine. She’s waiting for us.” I only smile and swallow hard. “I felt something break inside me,” I whisper as I get into the car. “My wolf skin… it was black.”

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

I looked like a child playing dress-up. I walked out of the bathroom and Creed went in. I grabbed the book Liam lent me on werewolves earlier and moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. I opened up the book and on the first page was a drawing of a wolf. It was a decent drawing and it looked like the person took time shading it in. On the top corner of the page was a list of weaknesses and strengths. There were only three weaknesses which were; aconite, silver, and their mates. Their strengths included; superhuman strength, speed, nocturnal vision, ultrasonic hearing, rapid healing, and an enhanced sense of smell.

Instead of picking up her fork and diving in, she couldn’t help but study his gorgeous features among the lit candles. His voice was so seductive. “What’s wrong?” “You’re not only a werewolf, but you’re a romantic one.” “This is normal for us when it comes to our mates.” She parted her lips. “You don’t like it when I say that?” “It’s still. . .a lot to get used to.” Camille placed her hand on the table. He reached across and put his large hand over her. That instant rush soared between them. His eyes glowed in that lovely golden hue. Her brain told her that she should be scared, but no fear boomed in her heart.