Marvel Carmilla Black Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

When he got closer to Carlos, he saw that he was staring at his wife who was in the kitchen, making food that none of them would eat. "You can't just tell us to find Maria Blackwheel," Clark said. "Who the hell is she?" "She is a descendant of James Blackwheel," Savannah explained, standing up and not daring to look at Carlos' face as Clark had did. "My husband mentioned her name three times when he was doing a research on werewolves. He said she was very powerful and could form a link between the human world and the world of the werewolves. He said she was a saviour. A woman destined to liberate mankind from the evil reign of the werewolves at an appointed time when the moon is full. She is

Before she can recover, Carla grabs her by the neck again and forces her to her feet. “You’re lying! I can smell your fear, your disgusting fear of seeing your loved ones die. This time, I will show no mercy to you or those people unless you tell me what’s going on.” “No…” Carrie takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “I have nothing… to do with it. It’s… it’s her. Her wolf… is a hybrid, a licántel. Her protective aura comes from herself. She’s too powerful… no one… not even I can nullify her aura.”

Kyle was silent as Eva's words ran through his mind again and Luca continued "You haven't experienced love before and this is all new to you. So I think you should give Eva space and also do what you think is right" Kyle had no expression as he listened to Luca. He decided to focus on other things and will handle Eva after this issue had been solved"Have you found out who sent those vampires?" He asked and Luca said "Yes, but I'm not so sure. It's a woman named Carmilla. She lives at "Oceanside" house number 22 and works in the East side of the city and surprisingly, she's human". Kyle's eye color changed from it's normal color to red. Bloodlust oozed from where he was standing and Luca had

CHAPTER 63 . . . Carmilla Without waiting for a response from Evans and Brenda, I dashed into the corridor, gripping the railings as I made my way to the room. The door was wide open. The book was gone! Only scattered, tattered sheets remained on the floor. I heard rustling near the closet. My instincts fearlessly pulled me toward it. In a flash of lightning, a full-grown black figure appeared—Jethro in a mask, only his eyes visible, a deep shade of toxic black.

“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.

"I thought I could rewrite my story, reclaim what was taken from me, but all I've done is sow chaos." The moonlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting a dappled pattern on Carla's tear-streaked face. She pondered the path that had led her to seek revenge against Mara, the werewolf who had unwittingly become the focal point of her vendetta. In her quest for power, Carla had delved into dark arts, embracing the twisted allure of forbidden magic to achieve her goals.