Marvel Carmilla Black Novels & Stories

Again, fear ran over her, making her furious because she hated the feeling. Barbara raised her hand, trying to do something about the boy with the bleeding eyes, but her movements stopped suddenly. Her skin was no longer as white as ice and she simply didn't feel the power flowing through her the way it should. Barbara was suddenly startled and almost screamed as the skin on the back of her hands turned black. Her body trembled when she saw the skin on the other side of her hand was blackened too. There was no pain, but it was definitely not a good sight to behold and not a good experience either.

My vision went completely black before I blacked out in the back of an unknown car. LUCIEN'S POV- Lifting my head up the car was spinning, My lungs felt like they were caving in on themselves. I was disorientated with the pounding in my head and The taste of coppery blood on my tongue. "María" I called out to her. My voice was weak, panicked. Shit! I need to get to María. I struggled to take my seat belt off, with the black dots that covered my eyesight and the pain that spread from my left shoulder to my hand.

m. I've never felt so relieved before. I turned towards Xander, handing him the plate. Xander watched me bored, taking the plate. "Gotta go!" I chimed, walking towards the door. I slipped on my cream stilettos, pulling the door open. Marlon stood behind it, fully clothed in black. My favourite colour! His dark jeans, plain shirt and bomber jacket sent off a fabric softener aroma on top of his usual jasmine scent. His smile playing on his lips was stunning, contagious enough to make mine form into a similar curve.

The second I saw my reflection in the mirror, my stomach dropped. The woman staring back at me wasn’t me. Dark waves of hair cascaded over delicate shoulders, deep green eyes wide with horror. Her lips, full and slightly parted, trembled as she reached toward the glass. "No, this can't be!" I muttered. The woman staring back at me in the mirror was...she was.... "Raven Blackwell." I said rather too loudly. The name hit me like a sledgehammer. I had seen her in photos during my investigation. She had been a ghostly figure in the stories surrounding Kieran Wolfe—the mysterious mate of the feared Alpha, dead only days ago in a rogue attack.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Cillian could do with me as he pleased. The coach drove on, and I feared I had no way to escape. Salem was on his way to consume London, just as he had New York. I did not know how much time I had before he arrived. The Reapers dragged me into the Necropolis. When we reached the entrance hall and its great bone staircase, I saw Mr. Cillian standing at its peak. He grinned down at me. “Maraina Blackwood! What a pleasure it is to see you again at long last.”

Using his mana he rushes towards the two and doesn’t let them hit the hard wall, in just one breathe he arrives on their back and catches them. They were unconscious already, and blood was gushing from their mouth. Holding the two unconscious bodies of them in his arms made his brain shut down. *innnngggggg* “waaaaaa!!! no!!!!”- John Carl. his entire body trembled violently his entire mana went wild and like last time black mana suddenly swirls around him everyone in the group is extremely shocked by the sudden occurrence of John Carl. This black mana of him made them cold and scared. “What is that black thing!?”- Phil. he managed to stand straight and summon two clones to directly rescue Jo

She jumps back quickly and punches me in the face. “Don’t you dare throw up on me Lillian fucking Blackwood, or I’ll fucking kill you like your bitch mother.” She roars. I spit blood on the floor, “I’m glad you found each other, I’ll get you the money and then you can let me go.” I growl.

"Those flowers in your vase had been from him. He would leave roses on your window every night and I collected them all and ordered the maid to put it in your room. Also, I've read it. He confessed his deepest secrets and entrusted you with his identity. Marcel is a vampire. Which I should have guessed from the beginning." "When did he put it there?" "Perhaps in the early morning and being a blood demon explains all of his enigmatic ways of slipping past our guards. I must be leaving now. Will you be okay?" Carmilla read the letter expectantly however the words on the parchment made her heart break. He's leaving by the next dawn and bidding her goodbye forever. "No." Carmilla answered with a

Two words that made her throat tighten. Carmen walked beside her until they reached the inner corridor. She wasn’t allowed beyond that point. Her hand squeezed Evelyn’s with more strength than Evelyn thought she had. “You’ll be fine,” Carmen whispered. “Breathe, okay? He’s just a man.” Just a man. Carmen knew that was a lie. Damian Blackwood. The kind of name whispered in headlines, connected to skyscrapers and ruthless acquisitions. He wasn’t just a man. He was an empire.