Cecilion And Carmilla Novels & Stories

Rhea's POV The air in the Great Hall turned to ice, and the heavy thud of the Council's silver-tipped staffs against the marble sounded like a countdown to something terrible. I stared at the mark on my shoulder, the ink pulsing with a dull violet light that made my skin crawl, and I didn't feel connected to Killian or bonded or any of the things the stories said about mates. I felt branded like an animal waiting for slaughter. "The Lunar Heir," a voice boomed from the entrance.

the sorceress said and reached out to pluck a purple flower from the third level of the shelves. "Oh...nice," was all Cassandra could say. "Are you alright?" Vasilisa asked, coming closer to her. Cassandra jumped and looked anywhere else but the princess. "Yes, I'm perfect. I'm great. Let's keep looking." Together, they found deadly nightshade, stinking smut, and bladderwort. They were all written in scientific names. Under bladderwort, it wrote 'Utricularia caerulea' and under deadly nightshade was 'Atropa Belladona'. Cassandra would never know what they were if she were to look for them alone.

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

And just before my swords could hit them, I vanished my spell. “Easy to deceive as usual, Cerina,” she mocked me then all the mages she has taken as hostage disappeared from my sight. Illusions. They were all just illusions. D*mn! How did I fall for that trick again? Wait, a minute, about Archmaster Leonard and Archmistress Demia… where are they? They are not in the nonmaterial aspect of my Celestial realm anymore. And the students of Caelum Academy, where are they to? If the demon king and the Pandemonium were all just products of Goddess Lumia’s writing simulation magic, then where did they--

“The Rosette’ family runs an architectural chain of companies that focuses on market value and builds establishments for finance-based companies which they have a good relationship of. Carmilla is the elder young missy wherein she has a younger sister named Clarise, it is suspected that they don’t have a good relationship with each other.” he read out loud, glancing over if his companion has heard and understood everything that he just said, in which she did.

“If that were your intent, you would have done so when you ascended to the throne. Why haven’t you taken action yet?” I clenched my fists tightly and lifted my gaze slightly to meet the queen’s eyes. She leaned back in her red velvet chair, raising her chin slightly as she spoke softly, “Then what do you think, Emilia? I’ll give you a chance to guess the answer.” Cecilia’s coronation took place yesterday, a grand and spectacular event. Carlos was reinstated as the royal elder and, in that role, crowned Cecilia in front of the Moon Goddess. She also broke the long-standing enmity between werewolves and wizards, announcing Ulysses as her husband.

Cecilia refused to marry Damian Blackwood, Commander of the Northern Night Watch, after he was struck by a vampire hunter's Eclipse Silver. The poison had corroded his spine and left both his legs paralyzed, and she refused point-blank to honor their families' marriage pact. So my parents slipped sedatives into my dinner and loaded my unconscious body onto the night train heading north. By the time I woke, a blood bond mark had been seared into my wrist. The North was a land of endless snowstorms, where vampire hunters and feral vampires took turns besieging the fortress. The Eclipse Silver had locked down Damian's body, rendering his healing almost useless. To save him, I studied the silve

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

“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.”