Marvel Carmilla Black Novels & Stories

The black wolf suddenly calms down and stares at me with it beady eyes. "Come to me Hazem." I said as the illumination of a giant wolf reduced to a small wolf who ran into me and suddenly possesses my body. No wonder the bastard has been silent, he escaped. "Miss me?" Hazem mutters to me, I rolled my eyes and they laid back at Camila. She shouldn't have seen that, she immediately backs away from me as if sensing blood lust. In fear, she leaned against the rough edges of the carriage. "You killed them," she said, her voice trembling with horror.

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

She heard a feminine voice ask from behind, it was mild but sounded different from every other voice she have ever heard, their was something certainly special about it, she turned around at once and her gaze fell upon her, a woman dressed in a black loose dress, her hair was grey and her lips so red that she could swear that they looked like they were smeared in blood. She had these long scary nails that made Carmella rush on her feet at the sight of it, she took a step backwards, for the first time in a long time she was scared, she turned around and realized that she had run every far without her knowing, this was part of the woods were wolves were forbidden to go. Carmella swallowed hard

His companion let out a brief chuckle and replied… “Okay fine, I won’t. I’d better be back to my lair and do something interesting.” Hyde shook his head and let the other guy out of his sight. He might need him later when the mission ends. The young man took a last glance at the mirror and set his gun in the hidden pocket of his suit. Then, he went out of his room and rode the elevator towards the garage. This time, he drove his black Ferrari instead of his Porsche. Everything around him was black, from cars to suits, even his room has the shade of black. He believes the color suits his personality well.

"I asked stuttering "This is the triangle of death!!!! Here you will summon demons and try to get few of their powers! " "Demons powers?! " "Yes.... Carmella! " "Bu....t.... but...isn't that illegal? "I asked but she smiled "It is Carmella.... but for you it is not! " "Huh?? What?? How?" "Because you have both the huntress genes and luckily for us, demon as well!"She explained leaving speechless That's right....

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Carmella listened carefully before pulling a second pair of glasses from her bag. These things were gigantic. I had no idea how she saw anything through them. She stood. Tiny as ever. Maybe five-foot-two. Maybe one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet but very shapely. Purple and blue streaked hair. Lavender eyes. She looked like she'd stepped out of a fantasy novel. Carmella leaned closer to my necklace. "Hmm." "What?" I asked. She pointed. "You notice something?" "No." "It kind of looks like an eye."

"I wish to speak with the one who killed Vladislov." Jack met her in the observation deck, the city glittering below them like a galaxy brought to earth. "You came alone," he observed. "I came with sufficient force." Carmilla smiled, revealing teeth that were delicate and pointed. "You should know that better than anyone, Mr. Sterling. The most dangerous predators don't need armies." "What do the Reformed Houses want?"