Carmilla X Zestial Novels & Stories

“Yay!” I stood near the grand staircase, my gaze scanning the room filled with faces—some familiar, some unfamiliar. The weight of expectation pressed on me; tonight, I wanted to meet my mate. Suddenly, the murmurs of the crowd shifted. The doors swung open, revealing Zelest Hawthorne, clad in a black leather jacket that complemented his disheveled appearance. Hair as dark as midnight with cold silvery eyes. A shame such a face had to be the subject of mischief. "Nice party," Zelest drawled, a smirk playing on his thin lips. "Shame about the guest list."

“I apologize for this little misunderstanding. We signed a marriage certificate to shut the Pack’s elders' mouths, but now it’s a reality. You are my wife, Evelyn.” “Those uncles, Madam Stella and Carla, they are also werewolves?” A bullet of panic rose into my chest, Zuriel was really on a mission to crush my heart. “My elders are wolves, but my aunt and Carla are like humans. We call them wolf-less.” He tapped his hand on the bed and invited me. “You were disturbed by me. Please come and take a rest. I am aware this is a lot to take, so I will give you all the time and space to think. Trust me, please.”

Then, Carmilla arrived. Carmilla stepped out of the elevator and onto the red-carpeted stairs. She wore a midnight-blue gown that sparkled like stars, its fabric hugging her frame gracefully, with a daring open back and a high slit that revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, allowing her diamond-drop earrings to catch the light with every step. Her makeup was delicate yet defining, eyes rimmed with soft gold, lips a warm nude blush. Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward, offering his arm with quiet dignity. Carmilla met him halfway and gently slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

she praised herself, which got Cristopher to release a sigh, smiling as he shook his head slightly from her cocky demeanor which he is already used to. “Gentle as a harp, graceful as a butterfly. It’s already a bonus that you are on the same age and same figure as she is, but you need to act the part. Carmilla is known to be a flower, very gentle, pretty, and attracts all kinds of bees. You get what I mean.” he explained, closing the file and neatly placing them back down on the desk.

Her smile falters momentarily, but she quickly smiles even brighter as she drops her hand. "Let's go then," I replied, following her. I need to take her away from here before she discovers Chad. Hudson was already waiting there when she opened the doors from her studio. I wanted to throw up once the scent of Zelia's arousal hit me. She kept herself busy with Hudson while they waited. Her lips were swollen, and her hair updo was a little askew. I don't think she quite understands how strong a werewolf's sense of smell is. "Zelia, leave us," Aster said, dismissing her. She looked unhappy, but she said nothing and left. Right on cue, Camilla entered the room. She was also dressed in a gala dres

"Tangerine interrupted Dos for a moment to calm down. Uno walks out after he tied Mayora's arms and feet. Uno tried not to worried about Tangerine, for he is having no proof from what he thinks lately. Every night a girl named Carmilla always bugging his dreams. He doesn't even know whats the connection of him to her. He was even more confused when they met this woman, he thought he was just dreaming but it was true, it was Tangerine who was holding some of her equipment when they first met. He could not forget the image of the girl because he saw it in a dream every night. He doesn't even know if it's just one person or maybe his mind is just playing games. Uno just feels that he needs to f

CAMILA By the time the first bell rang, I already understood one thing clearly. Lunaris Academy was beautiful—but it was not kind. The classroom was carved from pale stone and dark wood, sunlight filtering through tall arched windows etched with ancient runes. Desks were arranged in tiers, each seat engraved with symbols tied to a student’s race. Wolves sat together, radiating confidence. Fairies hovered near perches built into the walls. Witches clustered with stacks of spellbooks. Vampires lingered at the back, half in shadow.

“The alpha is already furious, Evelyn. You have any idea what you’ve done yet?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “What’s there to know? Hazel is a grown woman. If she can’t handle herself, that’s her problem. I didn’t force her to be here. She came on her own but somehow I’m the villain. Please Kael. I’m here to enjoy myself and not have any trouble thinking of her stupid decisions. If you’ve taken her home then why are you disturbing me? Why are you still on my case?” Kael’s growl was louder this time, drawing the attention of a few nearby patrons. “You’re unbelievable. Hazel doesn’t know the dynamics of this pack yet, and you’re exploiting that.”

Maybe then, you'll know what to do. Afterward, she picked up her phone. Then turning slightly away from me, she mumbled over her shoulder, "I'm going to make a phone call. I'll just be a second." True to her word, Lila was only briefly on the phone before returning to my side. The rest of the evening was spent poring over books. Lila's vast knowledge of the supernatural proved invaluable. She showed me tomes that spoke of the ancient rites and rituals of the werewolf, of the powerful bonds that could form between their kind and humans

Arabella shuffled through the stack. "Let's see. Vini, will you come here for a second? You should be at least a little familiar with the guests." She extended the stack of papers to Lavinia. Each page had a small portrait of a woman and was accompanied by a short biography and family profile. The first photograph was of a pretty woman with olive skin and rich black hair. Her smile revealed pointed teeth. "This is mother's top pick," said Arabella. "Cordelia Austen. French. A vampire. The Austen's are in the business of architecture. Factories specifically. The one you were plucked out of was one of their constructions I believe."