The Caraval Series Novels & Stories

"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.

Valerina let him speak his heart. "That night, I met Carlos in the forest... He said that he is going to hurt her... I wanted to win her trust and thought that she will love me if I save her from Carlos... Carlos is a shapeshifter, he can take anyone's form and that night he created an illusion which made me believe that he is the one with my mother and not dad... I attacked him but it was too late when I realized that it was a trap from Carlos... He was laughing at me while hiding in the woods... He once mocked me that Serenity will choose her mates over her son and that night he proved himself right... She didn't even let me explain..."

Carla. Technically she’s now my wife now, so in everything I’m doing now, I’ll have to be including her into my plans. Well, it’s a good thing she’s just my fake wife, and as soon as I use her to get revenge, I’ll discard her fast and return back to my normal life. Perhaps by then I’ll get married to Lena, cause no way am I gonna get together with Isabella. I knew Isabella was the one who had spilled that drink on purpose on Carla. I knew her better than my family and I know just what she’s capable of, especially after going to college with her.

Sera flew through the midnight sky, looking down on Caleb and Caitlin’s wedding celebration. Down below, she saw hundreds of torches lighting up the night, hundreds of vampires gathered, drinking, dancing, celebrating. She watched it all with a burning rage. In fact, Sera felt more rage than she usually did. Ever since she had mated with Kyle, ever since they had fed on each other and exchanged blood, Sera had felt different, infused with an entirely new energy. Her rage had multiplied to a level beyond which she’d ever known, and she found herself feeling angry about nearly everything. She could feel Kyle’s energy and violence coursing through her, and she felt nearly out of control with ha

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

“Of course! The Carcinovian coven. They are the descendants of Tuhin Carcinovian.” “So the Ancient awakening is Tuhin?” I asked for confirmation. “If it’s indeed the Carcinovian clan, then yes. I have a feeling it is Tuhin. He’s rumoured to have had good relations with the blood demons, the evolutionary ancestors of the vampires,” Merida said. “But how do you plan on killing the Ancient?” “You want us to kill him?” I asked, surprised. “Isn’t he a mage too?”

Any vampire who gets their hands on me will keep me captive for the rest of my life. And if I try to return to the rest of society, I will be killed or exiled. Evans shouts to Serena that they’re moving forward with the search. The tremor of pain in his voice magnifies my guilt. What have I done?

Not sparing them a single glance. Diana's head tilted, curiously staring at them. There were symbols drawn on the cards; symbols that she'd never seen before. Some of them depicted the usual drawings, like lovers or death, all of them however painted with the same mesmerizing colour. Iridescent gold. The Goddess proceeded to flip them all over, and Diana noticed those black symbols drawn on the back of her small and delicate hands. Her black-painted and sharp-looking nails. "My liege. Fancy seeing you here tonight," the Goddess said, her voice cold and emotionless. As if Ares' mere presence bore her.

He had been appointed King of Vampires by the council; a responsibility that he took very seriously. However, in as much as he had pledged loyalty to his kind and attempted to do right by them, the good he did towards them would never wipe the guilt that squeezed the depths of his heart. His one love had died at his hands and the guilt and pain of that heart wrenching fact would forever haunt him. Knowing that no amount of wishing or regret could ever bring her back to life, Carlisle put his life on the line too. She had been helpless; a mere mortal sacrificed by his kind for their own gain. So, he left himself vulnerable whenever he came over to the mansion. If anything or anyone was out to

Carol's voice reached her ears and she peeked out of the blanket grudgingly to see the maid push the curtains further open. She abruptly sat up, taking in the sight of the room when it registered, she wasn't home but rather still in Gavaria. A big day. Was she meeting the Lord today? “What's happening today, Carol?” She asked to clarify. “You're getting an official tour of Gavaria. So, you need an early start” Carol replied cheerfully and Nevaeh's shoulders slumped in disappointment. As good as touring the city sounded. She needed to meet with Lord Torres and the more it delayed, the more anxious she felt about the whole ordeal. She would be eighteen in thirteen days, she needed to speak wit