Mannfred Von Carstein Novels & Stories

My children were missing and I had no way of knowing whether they were alive or not. As the old man got to where we stood, I immediately recognized the two men. They were members of Vincenzo's council. The older man was his Chief Advisor, while the younger, mannerless man was the one put in charge of External Relations. He continued to stare at me with a curious look in his eyes. It seemed like lust, but it was more devilish. I couldn't tell if his mind was making up images of me naked in his bed, or if he was fantasising about the taste of my liver.

Then a fitting black leather shoes to match. All these while, Maxwell felt his inner wolf suggesting what to wear but as usual he had always shut him off. In his words, “You don’t suppose to know more than I do, do you? Now, stay calm and watch me do this like the upper man that I am.” His wolf would just growl and snap back to silence. 5:30pm At exactly five’ thirty pm, Maxwell was all dolled up and ready to hit the road. Expensive perfumes and deodorant oozed richly from his body that the female servants kept gushing as he walked to his car. He got in and drove off.

He took me out for the first McDonald's of my life, then to a hospital to treat the burn, then dropped me off at a school. Then he took an envelope out of his coat pocket and tucked it under the bottom of the paper bag. “Don’t let anyone else write your story,” he said. I counted the money in that envelope later. Eighty thousand dollars. A stranger gave a girl crouched on a bridge railing eighty thousand dollars. Back then, in my eyes, he was a god. Four years later, the Holts told me the man I was being sent to was named Lucian von Karstein. The youngest vampire noble in the north, heir to House Karstein.

Nicole was confused about why Karlo would appear in Lanningbourg and beat people to death. 'He was the commander of Hustuaburg, and it's practically taboo to go to a foreign country. On top of that, he wasn't wearing his uniform. That means that his trip to Lanningbourg was a secret and done of his own accord.'

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

He takes a moment to gather himself before turning his attention back to me. "OK, let's do this!" This is the reason the guy is one of my top warriors and one of my best friends, and if I didn't have my brothers he would most defiantly be a higher-ranking wolf, and that's not because he's one of my best friends, but because he is one incredible fighter, fiercely loyal and holds incredible morals.

I argued. He smiled and nodded. "I'm afraid your brother isn't who you thought he was," he said. "When he learned the truth, he couldn't help but want what we had to offer." "What truth?" I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes. "That your grandfather isn't Otto Müller," he said. "His real name is Wilhelm Goebel. He was the European aid to Cain's father. Your grandfather was a very powerful Lycanthrope with a lot of an influence."

He had just fought days before, and he was still pretty roughed up, fresh bruises still swollen and tender, but it did not stop him from coming up on top. But it only added to my worrying, Uncle Fred wanted him to see what he was doing. He was just trying to tire him out so he could give up. And with good reason, because I'm still feeling pretty sketchy about this new uncle of his. There is just something really suspicious about him that I do not like. He's got this perverted way of looking at girls, and he talks down on people. He reminds me so much of Craig. Same narcissistic behavior.

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

Sweat beaded on the researcher’s forehead as he struggled internally, hesitating for what felt like an eternity. In the end, he caved, allowing them to see the patient. As the researcher scurried away, Karina glanced at Wilfred. “Earlier, you mentioned Dr. Carter and Professor Zeller. Who are they?” Wilfred’s response was calm and straightforward. “Harley Carter, the person you just met. A dual specialist in internal and external medicine with years of overseas training. As for Professor Zeller, he’s a towering figure in the medical field. He’s given lectures at prestigious universities.”