Fanfiction Carmilla Mga Nobela at Kwento

END E P I L O G U E ❦❦❦ Runo Kaelynn Alberona— I entered the mansion as a maid for the Lockhart siblings. At first, I didn't know the truth inside that mansion, but as time passed, I slowly uncovered their secrets. Even my heart was swept into that mystery. I fell in love with one of the siblings, and his name is Danrious. He's a vampire. No, they're all vampires. I got to know their true nature and I will admit that at the beginning I was consumed by fear and nervousness about the problem I got into. But I know it has shaped me into who I am today and where I am today.

I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of. “Madness,” Layla refuted without hesitation. “Absolute madness! What happens when your mother finds out you stole her grimoire? She will kill you long before the magic does.” "What can a woman locked in a room, bedridden and withering away, possibly do to me?" I scoffed. "Have you forgotten why she is that way?" Layla pressed, her voice brimming with reproach. "Is this not the exact same magic that destroyed her? Haven't you watched her fade like ashes with your own eyes?"

An orphaned child who was strikingly beautiful, innocent, and sweet. From the very beginning, I had liked having her in that house. The bond between the two of us grew strong and good, and I always watched over her closely, the way a true older brother should. Until, in the end, time stole everything away. I don't know exactly when that safe boundary began to crumble, but as time went on, I became aware that Camila's body was no longer what it had once been. She had grown into a ripe, full-bodied woman. The sweet scent of her body never failed to stir a wild hunger inside me. And I knew full well that this feeling was a grave mistake. That was why I fought with everything in me to deny this

MATHIAS POV I lock the cabin and head toward the intoxicating scent, every fibre of my being is telling me to take my mate, make them mine, never let them go but I need to stop them seeing the wolf I have locked in my basement. I move quietly back toward the lake where I just fought the hybrid, seeing someone leaning down looking at something on the ground...blood. I can hear her heart rate start to rise, she's starting to panic, she has fire engine red hair flowing down her beautiful back stopping just before her luscious ass. She smells like tea tree oil and Lilly. this is it, I finally found her, I want to run to her, take her in my arms and make her and every inch of her body mine, I wan

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

She would say whatever she wanted, as long as he agreed. Alpha Killan, who didn't want to shame her by asking her how she knew about Camilla's sexual preferences, hummed while watching Camilla run away from them. Perhaps she didn't like the way he touched her. He was sure about that though, because he had heard her call him a pervert in her thoughts. There was something he couldn't grasp about her. Although Cameroon had said the girl was a werewolf, he couldn't smell her. It's like there was a barrier created around her, blocking her scent from wafting to others. It was the mate bond that had drawn him to her. The moment he saw them walking through the door, his wolf growled, trying to sniff

My senses could’ve been warped. But now? Now I was starting to think the universe wasn’t playing games with me after all. Because it was rare—unheard of, really—for a werewolf to be mated to a human. The bond usually didn’t register. Not unless there was blood somewhere in the lineage. And Camila had triggered the bond in me. Hard. Which meant she wasn’t just my mate. She was something else. Half-blooded? Quarter? Hell, maybe there was even a dormant shifter gene somewhere.

The journey that might ensure that Ruby is no longer a target of the Xylem gang. ~ "Fancy seeing you here on this beautiful day Adonis," Carmila greeted as I stepped into the lively abode of the Xylem gang. "I see you got the dress code," she excitedly said. "Do you care to join this party? This one has a great tongue." Her hands patted a red-haired lady whose state of nakedness matched others like her who knelt in front of Carmila as if she was some kind of goddess. "Do I look like I want to party?" I asked sternly, my eyes wearing pity towards one of the girls who looked like she had undergone more pain than pleasure.

"Tangerine interrupted Dos for a moment to calm down. Uno walks out after he tied Mayora's arms and feet. Uno tried not to worried about Tangerine, for he is having no proof from what he thinks lately. Every night a girl named Carmilla always bugging his dreams. He doesn't even know whats the connection of him to her. He was even more confused when they met this woman, he thought he was just dreaming but it was true, it was Tangerine who was holding some of her equipment when they first met. He could not forget the image of the girl because he saw it in a dream every night. He doesn't even know if it's just one person or maybe his mind is just playing games. Uno just feels that he needs to f

Even at a very young age, I felt that there was something wrong about them, like a carefully constructed web of lies, to instill fear and keep me confined. My mother Carmilla possessed a magic far greater than any lies. It was the magic of stories. With each tale of Aerith, she singlehandedly tears apart the walls of fear built around me, revealing a world I have yet to know. Moments flashed in my mind like fireflies on a summer night. From the glistening moonlight from the Iunae Lumen Lake to the proud mountains of Oakcross. The thrilling escapades with my friends… Everleigh, Thaddaeus, and Giovanni. A bittersweet pang of nostalgia washed over me as I continued recalling those stolen nights