13.
Snow begins to gently fall from the night sky, glowing against the moonlight in beautiful silence. Plummeting from the heavens a body crashes hard into the ground, splitting dry on impact. Looking up, a cloaked silhouette flutters in the gentle breeze. The cursed recognize her scent: one of the damned!

Wrapped in armour and cloaked in exotic fabrics, Carmilla was as beautiful as she was Stylish. Floating down and landing gracefully, she wipes the blood from her mouth.

"At last, it's just us."

Carmilla remarks in a condescending tone.

Heavy shields of black oak and steel are thrown to the ground, they stand shoulder to shoulder, snarling viciously against the amber gaze.

Carmilla flings her hands open with nails as thick and long as dagger blades, exposing her elongated fangs.

Adrenaline of their meals still powers through their veins fresh, under a hunters moon the children of Loki are ready for battle. Raged breathing of the wolves contrasts the vampire's stillness of death. Fen
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter