Marvel Carmilla Black Novels & Stories

Johan and the rest looked closer at the man in black. His long, wavy black hair was in a sleek ponytail that trailed to his thighs, while his black skin was as dark as the tunic he was wearing. “Ombra!” Dorin gasped in recognition. The two walked towards them, Ombra leading the way. “I have come for the young dragon!” he repeated. “You, Dragon Blood,” he addressed Johan, “where have you hidden him?!”

It slams into the ice cream cart, sending it flying. “Get up, Mia!” Valeria shouts, her voice sharp with urgency. I scramble to my feet, the taste of dirt in my mouth, and see them,wolves. Five of them, their eyes gleaming with a sinister intent, lunging toward us. Valeria’s already facing off against a woman cloaked in a dark robe that covers her whole body. Her hands glow with pulsating black wisps. I don't need anyone to tell me what's that. Black magic!

“I’m craving matcha. What about you?” A ghost of a smile played on Carmilla’s lips. “Do you even need to ask?” The two stepped out into the warmth of the late afternoon. The sunlight wrapped around them like a soft blanket, and for a moment, Carmilla felt a little lighter. Her jaw dropped when they approached Mia’s new car parked in the driveway. “You bought a Lamborghini?” Carmilla asked, eyes wide with disbelief. Mia shrugged, grinning with pride. “You know I collect. Besides, she’s just one of my new babies. Wait till you see the others.”

The Romano estate had been locked down since the sniper’s bullet shattered the night, but danger has a way of slithering past gates and guards. The following evening, as dusk bled across the horizon, a sleek black Maserati rolled up the drive. The woman who stepped out carried herself like she still owned the world, hips swaying, heels clicking against the marble steps, dark red silk clinging to her like sin. Carmela Vescari. Bianca knew the name before Matteo even spoke it. She could see it in the shift of his shoulders, the narrowing of his eyes, the way the men at the door glanced nervously at one another.

“Carmela. You can call me by that. About my identity… I will tell it some other time. You just have to know that, those people in black, they are after me. They want me back. Don’t let them. In exchange…” She took a deep breath. Not wanting to say any words that she would regret, she think about it and that is the only thing she knew she can do. Pulling up her clothes, Oliver was surprised with his eyes wide open. “What do you think you are doing!?” he shouted pulling down her clothes. “huh? I wanna show you my belly. There is a crest on it” He didn’t answer. ‘A crest…’ Carmela did just as what she wanted. A lotus print was on her belly.

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....