Cecilion And Carmilla Novels & Stories

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.

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

"What does this mean?" Vincent picks up the paper, his eyes never leaving mine. "It means exactly what you think it means, Celeste." "Stop calling me that!" "That's your name." His voice is firm. "Celeste Isabella Moretti. Daughter of Marcus and Isabella Moretti. Heiress to the Moretti fortune." I shake my head, backing away from him. "No. No, that's not possible. I'm Anastasia Ashford. I've always been Anastasia Ashford."

“What’s wrong?” She caught her breath, her hands trembling as she brushed her hair back from her face. “I’ve been helping Melissa,” she said quickly. “We’ve been trying to work out what Silas is up to.” Finn’s expression darkened. “What did you find?” Cecilia looked down the hall before lowering her voice. “There’s talk of a ritual. It’s… unclear, foggy even to Melissa. She said something about it being old magic. But there’s one part she did understand.” She hesitated, swallowing hard. “For it to work, he needs four hearts a werewolf’s heart, a vampire’s, a witch’s… and a human’s.

She woke up earlier than she'd like, unable to fall back asleep due to the onslaught of emotions that took her on an unsolicited ride. Cecelia finally gave up on sleep, opting for a walk around the mansion. That was when she saw her. Selena. Cecelia hid herself from view, peeking out to witness Selena leaving the North wing. The wheels in her head spun. What could have possibly dragged her from the East wing and all the way here? She followed Selena silently behind, still thinking deeply. Cecelia was no fool. Though a lot of werewolves in this pack might beg to differ, even Asher. She was beautiful, that much she knew but she feared her beauty might've just overshadowed her relevance in this

And with that, she climbed to her feet and patted me on the head like the dimwitted child I was. “Carcosa is calling, Aidan. I hope you’re ready. What you’ve seen thus far is only a glimpse of its glory. I can’t wait to show you the rest.” I wasn’t ready then. I’m not now, and I never will be. There’s a cold fear buried deep within me that what I’ve seen is what awaits me after my life is over. That’s what I fear most about my impending mortality, Miles. In my worst nightmares, I’m one of those things worshiping at the golden altar of Carcosa. Worshiping not a king known as Hastur, but a queen who calls herself Camilla.

In addition, the mage Merlin promised a spell capable of producing an heir from the two noble lady's union, a distasteful spell at that but is certainly effective. "We're finally alone now. And as for your reward... " Carmilla whispered before pushing Ruby on her own bed and crawling on top of her. The blonde runs her hand up her partner's smooth legs lifting her skirt along with it. Carmilla passionately crashed her lips on Ruby's soft pink ones. She soon pulled away to slowly remove her clothes in a teasing manner making the blonde bite her lips in excitement.

"If your father finds out his 'porcelain doll' is plotting a coup with a fed, he won’t just erase my existence. He’ll make sure yours is a slow, agonizing descent." Isabella didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned against the stone railing, the moonlight catching the crimson of her dress, making her look like a fresh wound against the night. "My life has been a slow descent since the day he put that rose in your father’s mouth, Dante. I’ve been dead for years. I’m just looking for a way to take the devil down with me."

She laughed hoarsely "but it turns out you are quite cunning Omega. Did you seduce him while you were in his castle so that he sleep with you every night? Until that creature grew inside you? Do you want to be a Luna here and take the position that should be mine?" Cecil rushed out the moment she heard a commotion until at the doorway she felt her heart drop at what was happening. "Helena! Get off her! She's rushing to them. "Honey, that dream must end right now" Losing fast to her, Helena pressed her feet with a smile on her lips "both of you will die" Cecil was about to push the Red witch's body but something that moved like a shadow was faster. He pounced on Helena's body and with him bro

Chapter 73 . . . Carmilla In a couple of minutes, I found myself dashing down the dark corridors, towards the room. The warm air seemed to fuel the tension within me, making my heart race even faster. As I burst through the door, my eyes locked onto Katrina, lying motionless on the bed. Her skin was deathly pale, and her usually vibrant presence was eerily absent. My heart sank into my stomach. "My Luna, her soul has wandered far away," Elena whispered, her voice trembling with concern. "I'm afraid she..."