Marvel Carmilla Black Novels & Stories

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.

Outside, the black Mercedes was parked right where Lyla had noticed it earlier when she sat down. Compared to the sleek silver Aston Martin, this car seemed far more discreet—so low-key that when she first saw it last night, she never would have connected it to the flamboyant, arrogant Carlo. “That car?” Carlo’s eyes remained fixed on the spinning washing machine drum as he shrugged casually. “It burned.” “You’re talking nonsense again!” Lyla muttered under her breath, flipping the pages of her book with exaggerated force.

Camilla gritted teeth, squeezed tears from her eyes, and screamed into her own throat. Then the cavern flared to life while the candles and fiery ring blazed up. Despite her eyes shut, Camilla beheld the eldritch monstrosity clutching her: six eyes within a bulbous head, the lipless mouth full of fangs, a body in black scales, swarthy despite the light, impossibly huge with corded thews set upon a wagonlike chest, and the claws and limbs that held her helpless, cut her skin, violated her body. Her mind fought back madness.

“Luciano is dangerous, Millie. He’ll destroy you.” I didn’t blink. “Funny. That’s what you said last time.” His expression didn’t change. “Because it’s the truth.” I took a slow step forward, holding my dagger firmly. “No. The truth is—you’re lying.” The air around us shifted. A flicker of something moved across his face. And then, just for a second— His eyes turned completely black. Not like a wolf shifting. Not natural. Pure, endless darkness. A monster. My blood ran cold.

Eventually, the men succeeded in dragging me to the car, tossing me into the backseat. She slid in next to me, her eyes sparkling with malice. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Marcus." As the car took off, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her face, her gaze fixed on mine. Something flickered in her eyes. Was it regret? Was it remorse? Was it merely a figment of my imagination? The car screeched to a stop at Black's mansion. The woman pulled me out, dragging me toward a heavily guarded entrance. "Welcome, Marcus," Black's voice echoed from within.