Fanfiction Carmilla Novels & Stories

But when I was on my way out I heard her call a vet to make an appointment to get her new friend vaccinated. "I need you to do me a favor," Taylor told me eagerly. "And if you do it, then I'll agree to keep you as my tutor, and won't give you any more trouble, I promise." "What favor?" I asked her with narrowed eyes. "I thought you had already agreed to have me as your tutor. What's going on?" "There's a woman downstairs, and I want you to send her away," Taylor said, avoiding my gaze. "It's Catherine. She's the daughter of Poldesse Alpha-Romero, and she's one of Arthur's admirers."

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

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.

I am twice his size, more muscular than him and can easily take him. I can smell his fear, but he doesn’t let up or show fear. He shocks me, actually and shifts back into human form. I do have to shift back into my human form and communicate with Lucien. “Hand over the girl, and I’ll leave.” I laugh a full-blown belly laugh at him. “What makes you think I would give her back? She is ours now.” He looks at me with confusion all over his face; it hasn’t clicked. This makes me smirk, knowing his little brain can’t catch up. I wait for a minute or so, and the emotions that flash on his face are priceless. The second it all clicks into place, and he finally understands that Carina is ours, his fa

She doesn’t know what to say about those people that she once thought was nice and kind, only to find out that they are evil and vile. She couldn’t believe that behind their so-called ‘sweet’ façade was the twisted embodiment of pure evil in the flesh. “I lived like hell, Carmilla. I had to steal to eat, sometimes, I beg even for the leftovers that others had already chewed out, I live inside a dumpster, I drink water from the sewer. It went on and on until I saw that wretched woman. He married my father; she finally took everything that my mother had. Then I heard her, I heard the very truth slip out of her heinous mouth.” He spoke out in anger, his fists clenching as the scenes of his memo

“And now you’ve officially wasted both of our time.” He muttered something under his breath and stormed off without saying goodbye. I sighed and turned toward the counter, ready to grab a coffee to go, when I heard a familiar voice. “Brandon will believe whatever she says. He always did.” I froze. Carmilla? I looked over my shoulder, heart instantly racing. There she was... sitting at a corner table, sunglasses perched on her head like she was in some crime drama. Next to her? Brandon’s mother. Margret York.

Carmilla looks at her can't believe she was supporting him right now, Mia caught the meaning of the look and defends herself, “ I might be your friend, but doesn't mean I should support you in everything you do. Look girl, you also lied to him too, I mean pity the poor guy, all he wanted was for you to love him back. And then he realized his mother had put you in a position you can't move ahead from. He went ahead to carry his own investigation, he really cares about you carmilla, you need to see it. Don't let what you plan to do ruin that” Carmilla’s expression didn’t change. Her voice was quiet, but firm. “She was fine when I visited her Mia, She had this... Calmness in her, to her it was

They were not stopping while I was trembling in between them. Took a glanced at Castor. I saw him pumping his shaft. His eyes never look away from me. I lick my lips and asked him to come over. He approached me and hitting my lips with his enormous er*ction. Castor is the biggest of them all, and also the most painful when he knotted me. I was addicted by now; they thrusting in unison, and when Oleander and Castor were finishing inside of me, I stroke faster on Castor’s shaft. His hot liquid engulfing my mouth. I just love it so much, especially when all of my body now covers with their cum. I feel like a goddess herself, and whoever this puny human name, Cattleya, will have the hard time to

“Yes. Do you think Carl is rallying all these clans just because he wants to build an army? I mean he does in a way, but he has another big motive. The ritual channelizes the power of sacrifice. It is dark magic. He has to sacrifice two members of twelve different clans and use that energy to perform the spell for the ritual to be complete.” A horrifying silence follows these words. “What did you do when you found that out?” Lilia asks in a small voice. “What any sane person would have done. I ran out and told as many people as I could and asked them to run. But this soon reached Carl’s ears and any love that he might have had for me vanished at that moment. I had befriended a vampire in my

And I just took a deep breath, looking at him, at Maura, at Tiago, and I understood that something inside me had died for good — and what was born in its place was not docile. It was fury. And this time, it was mine. POV: Maura I could feel the vibration of the engine long before the car crossed the gate. Carlos was back—and with him, the chance to fix everything. Just hearing the sound of the engine was enough for the plan to form in my head. A quick movement, a precise calculation. I waited for the right moment, Camila's distracted gaze turned to the little tyrant she had created, and I let my claw slide out. The cut was clean, shallow, enough for the blood to start flowing. It burned, of