Cecilion And Carmilla Novels & Stories

Both were needed to heal the damage, and as CeCelia worked, we worked alongside her, combining our powers. CeCelia’s hair was blown back now, away from her face and I noticed the silver streaks in it shining, the star mark at the base of her throat glowing; but also, our marks glowing with it. Lance’s silver wolf in front of us was also emanating a faint glow. Well, weren’t we just a damn disco ball of color? I was the only one who wasn’t glowing, I was, in fact I was darker than the rest, my body covered in wriggling and snake like shadows. I grinned, and I felt my teeth elongate, oh yes. I licked my lips eagerly, the electric tang on the air sizzling on my tongue. Something big was brewing

Bianca suddenly fell to the floor, crying out in pain, her skin blistering with wounds. "What's wrong, Bia? Please open your eyes. Speak to me, love… " His whole body was shaking with fear and shock. She cried, " Cecilia, she tried to kill me… She used the wolfsbane on me! " Her allegations threw me off guard but Caleb stared back at me with so much anger and disbelief. The warriors held me fast and I struggled against them, " No, I didn't do anything… " "Search her! " Caleb commanded, his eyes turning dark.

Hi all. Ozilla Gold here. I have compiled a few details about my world. These will help you to navigate well through the book. I have created a fantasy map for my world. You should refer to it. Princess Anastasia Aramaer: (Princess of the Fae Kingdom of Vilinski and future witch Queen of Lorea). Lives in Kralj palace. Prince Macilleus Volkov: (Crown Prince of the Silver Vales wolf pack. Crown Prince of Draoidh the wizard kingdom).

“You’re not thinking clearly, Cullen.” He was right. But I didn’t care. I reached out and touched his forehead. A reaper’s touch to another reaper’s mark is sacred—ancient magic. A spell of banishment. In a blink, he vanished into the mist, leaving behind his death note. I picked it up. “Paige,” I read aloud. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “So… you were meant to die tonight.” But not on my watch.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

"I'm just trying to do right by the monsters here. Now that I know that there are people out there who want this place, people willing to sic a fire lizard on me, I feel more determined than ever to make it work." Cecilia snuggled closer, his chest tingling as she drew away his body heat. He wasn't cold-his whole body tingled like he was building up a massive charge. He could smell her perfume, a soft floral scent with a hint of cinnamon. "Mike?" Cecilia said his name softly. "What's up?" Cecilia moved away from him, sitting so that he could see her better. Up close, her sightless eyes were like pearls, fixing him with an intensity that rooted him on the spot. Her hair fanned out around her,

I saw darkness for a moment as a wave of doom swept across me. “Mag…Ma…Mag…” The name was too heavy for me to spell out. Fear struck me tenfold! Magnon? This was a name pulled from ancient wolf scripture. A name that evoked terror even by the mere thought of it. A name feared by packs around the world. The creature who was exiled hundreds of years ago and the supernatural realm lived so peacefully after that.

Anyone who'd accepted an invitation to a Moonveil event probably knew better than to act shocked by a little creepy weirdness. "Belinda..." Cecilia muttered. "Sounds sweet. Looks sweeter. Probably poisonous." Sebastian leaned in, his voice a soft murmur against her ear. "If she's poisonous, I'd keep an eye out for the moment she sheds her skin." Cecilia shivered, equal parts amused and unsettled. Belinda's gaze swept the room like a queen counting pawns. Cool. Calculated. When her eyes landed on Sebastian, they lingered--again. Cecilia noticed. She shot him a sharp side-glance, suspicion flickering beneath narrowed lashes.

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

​"Malphas is leaving. Escort them out. The treaty is signed and bound by blood." "Gladly," I mutter, standing up to my full height, letting my massive frame cast a shadow over the room. Cillian pushes off the pool table, sharply straightening the lapels of his designer jacket. "A pleasure as always, Prince," he sneers softly. "Enjoy your victory. And your human. I hope she's worth the price of admission." Little does he know she is no mere human, she is the Lycan Queen of Legend, one day she will lead us all.