The Caraval Series Novels & Stories

It was bigger. Carol took a seat, her eyes still fixed on the window even though Elena and the man had already disappeared from view. “Sometimes,” She said, “we didn’t even remember the men’s faces. Just the smell of their cologne, or their shoes and how they breathed too close to our ears.” Her voice shook, but she kept going.

My gaze slid past everyone and landed on the bridal carriage sitting in the corner. Pearls studded every inch of it, catching the light in a soft glow. Nobody knew that while our parents had spent all their time nursing Lena through one fake illness after another, every single one of those pearls—normally something an elder in the family dove for by hand—had been gathered by me, one trip after another, into the ocean, myself. I stared at that carriage, my voice coming out rough. "And the carriage?" My father frowned. "We'll have another one made for you later. This one goes to Lena for now."

She also prepared a banner with happy birthday wishes on it. To prevent Kyson from finding out, Lara led him to his car that was usually parked in the garage all year round. He didn't use it often. Fortunately, his servants frequently cleaned it and the two of them drove away from the castle and roamed around the castle grounds while having a wonderful time. She wondered why they never went anywhere near humans. She understood that they would crave blood but other than that she could not find any answers.

Maria smiled and turned to leave. Just when she needed someone who would take the fall for her daughter, a savior appeared. Maria had already planned everything as soon as she saw Cara. She knows about the curse because she had ears inside the castle so, Cara had come to be used as a sacrificial bride in place of her daughter. A perfect meeting indeed.

He looked back at Corbin and Kaeden and asked, “Who is this? he looks too much like the two of you.” Corbin nodded and answered while he held onto his mate, “That is the youngest of our septuplets that went missing over a year ago.” Carver looked back and held his hand out to Caiden, “My name is Carver Night, I am one of the Vampire Lord’s of the Overlord Council working with the Moon Council, this is my husband Oliver and our son Alexander, we have come to investigate your case.” Caiden looked into Carver's eyes and he could see that this man was not at all worried that he would reveal their identities and was very calm.

My problems or issues shouldn’t get in the way. With that, preparations unfolded like a well-rehearsed symphony of orchestrated movements. The coven, aware of the delicate interplay of vampire politics, embraced the necessity of my intervention. Carlile and I didn’t hide the truth about me being mated to Chastity, and I felt relieved when they didn’t object. Silently, I moved through the shadowed corridors of my abode, the ancestral castle that stood as a testament to the longevity of vampire existence.

The cover was embossed with a four-point spiral—burned in, not carved. “Debt ledger,” Julian said. “Every vampire in the valley owes Elias a tithe. Blood. Secrets. Lives.” He opened it. Pages fluttered like moth wings. Names. Dates. Amounts in ounces. My name was on the last page. Celeste Vale – Spring Princess – bound to Seras & Remy – tithe: the valley’s breath. I stared. “What the hell does that mean?” Julian’s voice dropped. “When you and Seras shared the crown at Homecoming, the valley noticed.

She could manipulate five elements, but destructive. The book told the story of Aria, who achieved an exceptional level of divination, attracting the attention of the moon goddess. This led to jealousy from Elara, who ultimately succumbed to a destructive rage when Aria became the queen witch. In a twist of fate, the moon goddess paired Aria with the most powerful creature, a Lycan named Lysander. As Aria and Lysander tied the knot, they began working together to spread harmony and peace throughout the world.

I explained, “has not only been my guard and savior for most of my life, but he’s the one I love. L’oana tricked him and Sergeant Org while supposedly leading us to safety underground. We’d stopped at an inn to rest when she made her move. The last I saw either of them, Jack was unconscious and trussed up like a bundle of hay and Sergeant Org was face down on the dinner table. “Sergeant Org?” Mangoot spoke in an excited hushed tone, “You’ve met him?” “He was taking Jack and me back to the teleportation station so I could return to earth,” I explained. “This Jack, he is a vampire?” she added. “Yes,” I replied. “You call him Jack?” she continued. “What else would I call him?” I asked curious

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.