Carmilla X Zestial Novels & Stories

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and rushed over to a rusty metal cabinet. "Dante is moving much faster than we thought," she said. Her hands shook slightly as she grabbed a bottle of clear antiseptic and some clean white bandages. "He is desperate to catch you and get you back before the full moon arrives, Calista. If the other werewolf packs find out that he let the true Luna slip away from him, his entire alliance will fall apart. He will lose his power." She knelt down on the dirty floor right in front of me. Her fingers were surprisingly soft and gentle as she peeled back the fabric of my torned wet jacket. The moment her hand brushed against my left shoulder, I let out a loud

“You drive.” Caspian threw the car keys at Callista. Unable to protest, Callista took the keys and followed him to the garage. Callista looked very anxious, she was haunted by fear when she saw Caspian begin to transform into a werewolf. She was afraid Caspian would attack her physically. She couldn't fight Caspian in human form, let alone in werewolf form. “Where to?” Callista asked in a hoarse, trembling voice. She sat in the driver's seat, while Caspian sat in the passenger seat.

Carmilla sounded very emotional. " Ma, I'm old enough to know what is right for me! Elliot is siding with that Monster Adam! He doesn't care about how I feel! He is blaming me for neglecting our relationship! He doesn't understand that I'm going through a rough time! But Sebastian is doing the opposite of what Elliot should be doing since he is my boyfriend! I had to break up with him. Carmilla shook her head in disbelief. " You are making a big mistake Sweetie. Elliot loves you, he is only trying to make you see that you are making a mistake. Sebastian is dangerous, please dear, stay away from him.

more particularly around Dalton. The stench of blood was strong on him... too strong. It was strong enough to make the zombie smirk in triumph as though he'd found his afternoon snack. Well, he did in fact found his afternoon snack. Why the heck would Dalton just come down here in his bloodied shirt? 'Maybe he wanted to be devoured by this thing!' Sierra chimed. 'Now is not the time, Sierra! I've got a zombie to handle.' I deadpanned. 'Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!' My wolf ordained.

"You heard me, dude. I killed someone the other night - a middle-aged woman. Christian, I'm not the person who you think I am. I'm a meat-eating monster." That confession was pretty hard for me, but to my surprise, Christian burst into laughter. "And what does it have to do with what happened between us that night? I didn't kill anyone, Justine." Despite his laughter, my entire face remained solemn. Not even a single muscle of my face moved while staring at him. "Everything, Chris. Everything has to do with what happened between us that night. I have had this curse since I turned eighteen. That anyone whom I kissed will die." To make it more convincing, I leaned closer to him and rubbed my l

He was a genuinely kind man, never suspecting that his new friend 'Steven' harbored such dark intentions. Later that afternoon, Garett met his pregnant wife on the rooftop. Camilla was feeling particularly needy, her pregnancy cravings growing more eccentric by the day. "My love! I have a craving for camel blood! Will you find some for me?" the vampire woman pleaded. "Camel blood? Come now, Camilla. If you want rat or cat blood, I can manage that. But why a camel? Where would I even find such a thing?" "Please! Just find it for me!"

On the other hand, she was also glad to share a meal with people without any fear that they would view her as a monster. No one has ever addressed her as a Luna, not even once. Sometimes when she walked through the halls, conversations stopped completely until she passed, and then the whispers resumed with vicious tones. “Human. ” “The rejected mate.” “She smells too weak.” There was no limit to the snide remarks. Carys learned quickly that wolves followed strength the same way flowers followed sunlight, and Kaelen had publicly declared she had none. One afternoon, a maid purposely spilled hot tea across the sleeve of her dress as she sat at the balcony. Before she could utter any words, the

Deep in the dark, buried corners of my soul, my dead wolf let out a frantic, confused howl, stirring under the absolute dominance of his taste. "What are you—are you insane?!" I hissed, my face flushing hot as I tried to violently yank my arm back. It was like trying to pull away from a solid steel pillar. "Is this your twisted idea of a medical consultation? Vampire play?!" Killian didn't release his grip. He swallowed, his throat working heavily as he dragged the flat of his tongue across the slice, lapping up every stray drop of red before finally letting my wrist go. He leaned back against the leather cushion, a dark, crimson stain tracing the sharp contour of his bottom lip.

Her fingers pierced through his mane and curled around a handful of strands, gripping them tightly. Damon anchored Cara safely on his hips before he let go of her ass as he rucked her dress, tugging them up. She didn’t need to be told what to do. She pulls away from him momentarily, breaking the kiss with a loud smacking sound and raising her arms while Damon removes her dress entirely. In the dim lighting, he was able to make out the pinkish scars that marred her otherwise flawless, smooth skin. Unconsciously, his finger traces each of them while his body shakes with rage at the thought of Walsh touching her in places he shouldn’t have.

" Ella smiled at him and nodded as he took his parcel and left. Patrick sighed in relief. He felt that when ever officer Duke was around, something bad was sure to break out. As he left the group of men entered again. They smiled at Patrick from across the room, showing him their fangs. Patrick was now irritated at the men and ordered four bowls of fresh garlic. Stella saw the bowls being layed on the table and knew what was going to happen. She stood up and excused herself from the table. As she turned around she grabbed a bowl and threw it's contents on one of the men. She watched him scream in pain as his skin now burned. Ella froze in her place and the men that surrounded them formed a c