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.

is the only word Aminah can think of to alleviate the discomfort; she also does not want to talk with him any longer. She took the clothes, but something abruptly dropped off. When Aminah noticed a perfectly laying lace underwear, her eyes widened. Its hue is red, which makes it stand out. This is the typical design she saw in Helen's room in a seductive magazine. For the second time, she caught Bram's gaze, who only coughed, nodded, and nervously checked the curtain. "I'll change this later." She was too humiliated and just take it immediately and ran to the restroom and slapped her face, hoping to forget her humiliation.

“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.”

The cover was cracked black leather, the crescent moon emblem etched deep like it had been carved with frozen blood. “Volume Seven,” he said, locking eyes with me. “It’s only opened when the signs of the curse begin to stir.” He placed the book in front of me, then exhaled. “This is the legacy we’ve kept hidden. Not to shield you from the truth, but from a burden you might not have been ready to carry.” I stared at the faded emblem. My hand trembled as I reached for the cover. Before I could touch it, the air in the room shifted. No wind. No sound. But something changed—like the old walls of this house were bracing for something unseen to step through.

Rosemary- I was back in the field where I was going to try to end myself before Lucifer stopped me. Lucifer? Did I hit my head? Why would he just let me go if he was so evil? If I was made for him how could I be part werewolf? The only animal that can kill him. My head was spinning. I needed to focus on my next move not what someone else wanted me to do. I needed to get out of this place and go far away. I shifted to get some speed and eventually came to a town. I needed clothes and not the ones someone else picked out for me. I snuck around and found a building with clothes in the window. It looked to be a costume shop but I was desperate. I went to the back and kicked the door in. Luckily

Her hand moved swiftly and grand father saw, she grabbed onto his mask just as grand father pushed her away from him but she had had a firm grip on it and the mask came off. Tia stumbled backward, her hands shook and the cuffs she had been holding dropped to the floor, she could not believe what she was seeing and she could not take her eyes off him. She swallowed and blinked severally, her head spun and she could not think of anything at the moment as everything seemed to happen very slowly. No, she could not believe this but he was right in front of her, the same man, the same Chester she had known, the same man she had opened up to and the same man she had come to love. He was the Chester

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?”