Castlevania Cover Novels & Stories

The fear was still there, but her curiosity and interest were beginning to overpower anything else. The vampire was still crouched about, his features covered by his black hood. Many times his face turned toward where the two of them hid, but he seemed to have never seen, much less notice, them at all. Likewise, its hood appeared to have a special feature, concealing the true nature of its wearer, for no matter how she squinted, the shadow on its face never disappeared.

She knew she would jump into his bed with just a snap of his fingers. Castelo knew very well what she was thinking. Shuddering in disgust, he sped past her to his car. Of course, Ana, who thought she was irresistible to all men, didn't understand why Castelo wasn't falling at her feet. Damont sniffed the air. The smell, a sea breeze, wafted through the air, bringing relaxation to the nerves. Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires. Rowan's smile was synonymous to a crack of lightning on a stormy night - sudden and electrifying. “Because I know you, Queen Ava. I know what your weaknesses, your desires... and your secrets are.” Now what was he on about? I thought to myself. My thoughts were however concealed with a forced laughter, it was a low, throaty sound, because beneath it, a thread of confusion and fury hummed. “And what secrets would those be, Rowan?' I asked, my voice dripping with ice.

“Let me go, you pervert!” His smile widened, revealing his unnaturally sharp canines. “But you are bound to me, Avery. I hope you can recall agreeing to my proposal last night.” “I did no such thing.” “Oh, but you did. I would not go out of my way to save someone if they would not benefit me,” he chuckled yet again. Then, with his other hand, he traced the curve of my waist until he reached to a spot on the small of my back where my Black Rose tattoo was. I felt his finger draw something over my tattoo. “Right here. I covered your guild symbol with mine.”

I announced to break the silence. " After you," he pointed towards the stairs. I lead the way till we both got to my room. "So this is your room?" He moved around and observed the room. " You're not allowed to touch anything." "Why? I expected to see pink and pastel colored walls with fluffy stuffed animals but it's so dark. The walls are painted grey and the interior's dominant color is black. Don't girls like One direction anymore?" "I never had a one direction phase. I don't have interests in such things but that's not the point, can we just do this already?"

I'd spent a considerable amount of time on this and was nursing my third glass of whisky, with my shirt collar open and my jacket thrown carelessly over the back of my chair when I felt a slap on my shoulder. I fiddled with my custom ‘CM’ cufflinks just as Casper filled the hitherto empty stool beside me. His brown hair sported curls I didn't know Casper had, his hazel eyes were starting to get a little red-rimmed and his brown suit was incredibly rumpled. He carried a glass of champagne. “Are you drunk, man?” “A little, but I'm sober enough to know that's Dave Cheadle from Alchemist that's on your laptop. Explain to me why you're suddenly interested in pop bands?”

Belle Rose read the second card, and she placed the card next to the first one. Belle Rose gently laid back, and she held the toy as she asked. "Who brought the toy?" Megan raised her hand, and Belle Rose spoke. "Thank you for paying for this toy; I love it, and thank you for the cards." Victoria, Victor, Megan, Theo and Tarzan sighed with relief.

“I don’t even know her.” “She knows you,” Evan said. “That’s worse.” Jamie grabbed the drinks and returned to the table. He set Lily’s martini down first, then Adrian’s whiskey. As he did, Adrian’s sleeve rode up just enough. Jamie froze. It was faint. Pale against olive skin. A line that curved along the inside of Adrian’s forearm, thin but deliberate, like it hadn’t been an accident. Like it had been earned. Jamie’s breath hitched before he could stop it.

he'd mentioned might've been one of the thugs involved. As it turned out, I didn't end up just learning about the so-called friend's name—I even learned the entire story behind the deliberate cover-up. I was going to reveal the truth the next day and destroy Joshua with one lethal blow. In a way, I would also be giving Sabrina a very memorable divorce. After making all the necessary arrangements, I drowsily went back to sleep. In my dreams, I felt as though someone kept asking me the same question over and over. "If you really didn't care, then why would you still bother with the antidepressants?"