The Caraval Series Novels & Stories

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Carl snapped, his eyebrows furrowed as he gave her a sharp look. Vanessa gave a nervous grin and apologized before leaving. Carl’s energy was cold and intimidating—enough to make her feel like he could kill someone. Since Aster’s death, Carl had devoted himself to revenge and work. He refused to entertain anyone, even when his family encouraged him to remarry. He had no intention of loving again. Another knock on the door. His secretary entered with an envelope. "From whom?" "Sir, it’s an invitation from the Vellaria Family in A Country. Lord Valus will introduce his twins and the heir to his throne. He assured all guests that no conflict will take place during the event."

“Cara is a pureblood, and probably the last one. Why do you think her powers have been stirring up lately? Why do you think she’s showing abilities that can’t be explained?, that's not how normal cupbearers showcase their powers, she is special” I ran a hand through my hair, my jaw clenched tight. Deep down, I knew Garreth had a point. I had seen the signs myself. Cara wasn’t just any werewolf, she was different. And it wasn’t just because she was my mate. The power in her blood was undeniable, even if I didn’t want to admit it. Garreth shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he continued. “There’s something else, Brian. I’ve been noticing some suspicious activity within the elders circle.”

Serena’s hand skimmed across the shelves, searching—until her fingers stopped on a book with a blood-red spine. The crest on it mirrored the sigil carved into her mother’s ring. “This is it,” she whispered. Elias leaned in, brow furrowed. “That’s a royal mark. From the Valecourt line. That book hasn’t been touched in generations.” Serena hesitated only a moment before pulling it free. As the book opened in her hands, magic burst forth—wild, golden light twisting like flames, pages flipping in a flurry until they stopped on a single name: Serena Valecourt.

Afterwards, she texted Carle to come over. The latter came dressed in a female night robe as well. After locking the door, he pounced on an impatient Layla, and the bed was soon creaking heavily along with her scatterbrained moans of pleasure. Her trembling legs were dangling, her back was arched, and all she could do was hold on to him for dear life as Carle pounded her silly. The night would be very eventful for both of them.

I assumed the 'they' he was referring to with such angst was the fae people. The jewelry shop was empty. A woman stood behind the glass counter as she eyed us skeptically. I didn't blame her we didn't look like we could afford anything in the extravagant shop. "Can I help you two?" She looked us up and down trying very hard to keep a smile on her face. "Yes, what is the most exquisite piece of jewelry in this place?" Elias asked. The woman stepped out from behind the counter and called us over to a display of a necklace. "It's called the blood necklace. It's lined with eighteen karats of white and yellow gold, and has eleven rubies."

**Can be read as a standalone*** Warning ⚠️ ⛔️ Do not read this if you're yet to finish the first book in series, A Baby for the Beast. You'll only get spoilers... 🩸 ... Blurb: ""I sailed a dangerous ship in disguise of a man. To know the truth behind my parent's disappearance, I swore to enter the mysterious palace at all cost. I didn't research. I didn't know what I was getting into.

Her first rule was underlined three times. Never let them see what you want. Want is a leash. They will grab it and pull. I closed the book at eleven-thirty. My eyes burned. My head was full of protocols and bloodline insults and the exact proper way to decline a Fae's offer without triggering a blood feud. I felt like I was cramming for an exam where failing meant death. Agatha appeared at my door with a cup of strong black tea and a look of sympathy. "Master Valerius is waiting in the Hall of Echoes," she said. "I'd wish you luck, but luck has nothing to do with what's about to happen."

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Her wolf went still. "Okay," she said. "This is... cute. Very rustic serial-killer aesthetic." Matthew shot her a warning look. "Charlie." "What?" she said. "If we're entering a murder cottage, I want that on the record." Lysander paused at the threshold, turning to her with a measured calm. "This place is called the Bone-Chapel Accord. It predates every pack in this region. Every treaty. Every feud." Charlie folded her arms. "Why bones?"