Carmilla X Zestial Novels & Stories

Something moves through his expression that I catalogue and set aside: surprise at Rael's presence, something rawer beneath it that I do not have any obligation to feel responsible for. He walks over. Of course he walks over. "Zoya," he says. "Casen," I say. My voice is even. Pleasant, even. I have had practice, after all, at holding a room together. His eyes move to Rael with the particular quality of an Alpha-trained wolf clocking a presence he doesn't recognise — assessing, calculating, slightly thrown that the calculation doesn't resolve the way he expected. Because Rael, across the table, has not looked up from his contracts.

Opening the letter, I read aloud its content: “Greetings to the Lycan Alpha, I’m Eva Grey, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. I’m writing in hopes to get an audience with the Lycan Alpha, in order to talk about a possible alliance between our packs. Yours sincerely, Eva Grey” “Beta Sean,” I called through the mind link, “find out everything you can about the Blue Moon pack, especially focusing on their alpha, Eva Grey.” “Right away, Alpha,” Sean responded promptly. After giving the letter one last look, I returned it to its place, my expression turning cold and impassive as I left the office. Walking just a few steps, my eyes flashed red, and my nails elongated. My heart pounded in my chest, and m

I placed a hand over my heart. “I'll be waiting for you,” I added a teasing tone to my words while sliding my hand past his chest, down to his stomach...and lower The side of his lips tilted upward in a dangerous smirk. “You're going to be the death of me" My stomach fluttered, and the soreness ween my legs throbbed. “Death by the hands of your wife isn't a bad way to go Romano Cappellucci." His hearty laughter that followed warmed my insides, chasing some of my fears away. Roman's hands tightened around me. He leaned down, his lips a hair's breadth from mine. “Only you can kill me Calista Cappellucci. Only you have the power to destroy me totally”

"Alexander, perhaps we should give Allistair a bit more understanding. He has strong feelings about this, and it's not easy for him to put them aside." Allex Xaine Fretzellis, an alpha white wolf with striking golden streaks, entered the room and took in Allistair's appearance with an appreciative gaze. Her eyes lingered on the sleek design of his suit. "Wow, Zaney, you look absolutely stunning. That suit is perfection. And those rose details-so unmistakably you."

Carmela stood beside Lorenzo, her eyes lifting to trace the bright points of light scattered across the immense night sky. A soft, knowing smile curved her lips as she slowly lowered her gaze back to her companion. "You look... well, different, Enzo," she observed gently, letting out a soft chuckle. "It’s a good change, though. You must be deeply, profoundly in love with that human woman, aren't you?" Lorenzo nodded, a trace of something soft—something Carmela rarely saw, crossing his usually stern face. "She isn't just an ordinary human being, Carmela," he corrected her quietly. "She is a Hellsing."

“To other wolves? Yeah.” I sat down on the edge of the teacher’s desk because my legs weren’t exactly in the mood to keep holding me up. “Awesome,” I muttered. “Just what every girl dreams of. Werewolf perfume.” Ethan gave me a look, but didn’t smile. “It’s not a joke, Camila. That scent—it makes you trackable.” “Trackable by who?” I swallowed. He hesitated. Then: “The ASD.” “Is that a band or—?”

I look around at them, don’t know what actually happened to them. “So… you were telling us that half of the Luna power that Hyacinth possessed was actually locked inside Cattleya’s body?” Zephyr asked the shaman very carefully. I could almost sense the tension between them. Staring at the fireplace, with a cig on her hand, Zahra then said to Zephyr, “Yes, inside the beating heart of miss Cattleya Hunt is half the power of the late Luna Hyacinth.”

That was where the scent led me to. I kicked the door open as I spotted blood on the floor. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Camilla close to the door, blood spilling from several places in her body. Hair stood on the ends of my skin as my eyes glowed with anger. My gaze locked on Damon's as his men laughed hard in my face. I saw the badges on their shirts. One was his Beta, and the other two were his Gammas. How could Gammas, the private messengers of the moon goddess, be involved in such a violent act?

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

Vincenzo Moreno Twist it in any way you like, call them whatever you wanted but I stood on my decision. All women were only good for one thing- sleeping with them. "Come here, puta," I growled, fisting my erection, my eyes not for one second leaving the tempting shape of her bared chest or the glistening hair nestled between her thighs. The she-wolf grinned, a coy smile on her face as she walked towards me, her steps seductive. Now within only a hairsbreadth of me, she trailed a finger down my chest to my raging arousal.