New releases and coming soon


New content on my website including first looks at pages from upcoming releases. Image shown by Anna Prashkovich.



Graphic Novel release party on FB
Satori, an adept Chaos Magician, casts a spell to try and win back his lost love, Star. Lilith, mother of demons, has other ideas. Summoned by Satori’s magic, she makes it her mission to manipulate and separate the doomed lovers.
Satori knows he and Star are meant to be together. He battles demons, travels worlds and even transcends death for her but, however much she begs, he can’t grant her the freedom she craves.
The Starblood Trilogy is a tale of sorcery, demonology, murder, sexual obsession and Gothic subculture. In the words of Jef Rouner (Houston Press) “You don’t read [Carmilla Voiez’s] books. You survive them.” and Starblood may be the most brutal female-centred horror of them all. Winner of numerous indie awards, The Starblood Trilogy is being adapted into a series of graphic novels with art by Anna Dmitrieva.
“Carmilla Voiez is more of a singer than a writer. She tells her compelling story in a hypnotic, distinctive voice that brings her eerie world vividly to life.” Graham Masterton.
#horror #darkfantasy #murder #obsession #lgbt

The Starblood Trilogy


The Starblood Trilogy – read chapter 1 for FREE –

#horror #gothic #demonology #gothicromance #lgbt

Cruelty, sexual obsession and death.

Starblood (book 1) Be Careful What You Wish For.

When Satori invokes a demon, hell comes to earth.

Sex, Goth subculture and violence mix to create an explosive narrative.

“Carmilla Voiez makes Clive Barker look like Stephanie Meyer.” Jef Withonef (Houston Press)

Psychonaut (book 2) An epic journey within the mind of a magickian that spans worlds.

Psychonaut is a unique mix of horror, BDSM, sex and magic with Kafkaesque surrealism to terrify and inspire.

“A work of genius or insanity.”

“Carmilla Voiez is more of a singer than a writer. She tells her compelling story in a hypnotic, distinctive voice that brings her eerie world vividly to life.” Graham Masterton.

Black Sun (book 3) An intricate web of murder, intrigue and magic allows gods to rain chaos and despair upon all. of human life.

“’Black Sun’ is the perfect conclusion to the Starblood Trilogy. The book is well written, with Gothic atmosphere, and it’s a refreshing look at life, death, family, friendship, and the every changing world around us.”


Summer Sale (US only)

Be Careful What You Wish For.

The Starblood Trilogy available discounted on Kindle Countdown or for free on KindleUnlimited.

18+ Horror.

Sale on only 5th – 12th July 2016. #horror #horrorwriters #horrorfilm #horrorquotes #ihorror #horroraddict #horrorfan #horrorgeek #horrorgram #horrorlover #horrornerd #ilovehorror #instahorror #art #gore #scary #macabre #blood #horrorart #terror #vf #alternative #gothic #goth #bipride #bisexual #lesbianpride #pansexual #lesbian #indiepub #amwriting #cheapreads #kindleunlimited

All 3 books – Starblood, Psychonaut and Black Sun are now available in one volume for Kindle (and paperback). I remember the first time Starblood was released. It was in 2011 and an indie publisher Stone Circle had signed it. It’s travelled about since then. Vamptasy signed it (and the sequels) in 2012 and now I am publishing it myself. I didn’t realise while I was writing it, but the story is in some ways an analogy of how I struggled during the breakdown of my second marriage.  At the same time it is very much a fantasy with demons, dragons and magic. Of all my stories to date I am most proud of this one, and I hope you will love it too.

Carmilla Voiez


The Ballerina and the Revolutionary – Urban fantasy and gender-queer protagonist – 4.8/5* $2.99 (Free on #KindleUnlimited) “An exceptionally beautiful tale of self discovery.”

The Starblood Trilogy – Horror, magic and lesbian love story – 4.4/5* $3.99 (Free on #KindleUnlimited) “A genius work of contemporary fiction. Should become a future Horror classic.”

The Erotic Tales of Carmilla Voiez – Pansexual erotica – $0.99

Free short stories, webcomic and more at Carmilla’s website –

Freya – one of Voiez’s most messed up characters.

The Starblood Trilogy. Extreme horror, dark fantasy and erotica 18+ #horror #indiepub
Freya – isolated and alone after a family tragedy, falls in love with her brother, and begs Lilith to save her. Perhaps the most gloriously fucked up of all the characters in Starblood, and one of my favourites.
Excerpt –

Chapter 7

Everyone was wearing black. No one spoke. You are the centre of attention, sister. Music surrounded Freya, voices wailing, trying hard to communicate their pain. Freya didn’t sing. She watched and she thought. I know you’re there, although your shell is hard and dark and shiny. But I also know you’re not. You’re still at home, painting your eyes and back-combing your hair. You’re still in the park. I can hear your screams every time I pass the gates. Most of all you’re inside me. Your rage fills me. Your spit runs from my eyes. Your hatred tastes bitter in my mouth.

All but one of the heads bowed, a room of whispers. As the shell descended, the machinery groaned as if unwilling to accept one so young. Freya shook. A desire to run to the altar and throw herself into the flames with the coffin pumped adrenaline around her body. I cannot take this burden, the only daughter. I cannot be protected, feared for, held forever—a double image on a single face.

Her brother’s fingers reached across her lap and grasped her hand. He held her still. Then she bowed her head and tears fell from her face. Not her sister’s spit this time but a spring of regret. I will miss you.

Ivan’s hand still held hers as they walked outside. The sunshine hid its face. The sky’s funeral garb may have been faded over the years of grief but it served its purpose and its own cold tears fell on mourners’ heads. The mother and father cried too. Lorraine, the mother, cried loudest. She couldn’t accept it, what they did to her baby, her daughter, her life. That beautiful face squashed beneath boots. Her ribs crushed and her vagina torn. Why? Freya loosened the grip on her fist and ran to her mother. Arms opened to hold her and her mother washed her hair with tears.

I love you,’ Lorraine whispered.

Is she telling me or you? Maybe both of us.


Who are you going to see?’ Lorraine calls through the kitchen door.

Just friends,’ Freya answers.

Dad will drive you,’ Lorraine insists.

Mother always insists. At fifteen I’ve never had a boyfriend. My sister died two years ago. I wish it had been me instead. ‘Forget it. I’ll stay home. I’ve just remembered I’ve got homework to do anyway.’

Freya trudges back up the stairs, wearing one of her sister Tanya’s skirts. Tanya’s bedroom remains untouched, except by Freya: a shrine to the girl who once was. Freya moves her hips in circles, like a belly dancer, as she walks towards her room. Satin brushes against her ankles. She feels romantic yet powerful, but has no one to test the effect on. Her eyes linger on her brother’s door for a moment. Her heart pounds as she listens to the movements inside. Does he have a girlfriend? Her hand hovers at his door-handle. One smooth click and she could open the door. She pauses there, frozen in time, a statue pointing towards temptation or salvation. She bites her lip then turns away. He’s my brother.

Throwing herself onto her bed, Freya sighs. Routine crushes her. She can feel it squeeze the life from her until only husk is left. She opens her school bag. The smell of old pages escapes into the air. Her electrified hand reaches towards the book.

On the way home she’d passed a bookshop. A book called to her through the window. She wanted it so badly it made her shake. Checking her purse she almost walked away. Three pounds would never be enough, but the book dragged her back, its promise like claws tugging her hair. The coins felt like concrete in her purse. So what if don’t have enough money? I’ll ask about it anyway. The shopkeeper smiled and took the book from its stand, his eyes never leaving her. She felt his stare as she grasped the paperback from his hand. Her ragged breath ruffled the yellowed pages.

Pay me what you have and call in with the rest next week,’ he said.

I will pay you every penny.’ Even if it takes longer than a week. ‘Thank you.’

Freya stares at the cover; a beautiful woman with long hair and a snake between her legs laughs at the world. She traces the image’s naked curves with her finger. If I cannot kiss boys I can at least drink words of love and sex.

Lying on her bed, thighs squeezed tightly together, she flicks through the pages. She needs to pee, but holds it inside her, luxuriating in the feeling. It adds to the tingle. On almost every page there are line drawings, unusual and exotic people, men with beards, asleep yet ecstatic, mounted by a woman. So many drawings, most, but not all, are sexual. Her mouth feels dry, and her thighs moist. She tries to ignore the burning sensation in her bladder. Wanting to stay like this, to feel this heaviness inside of her. She reads the first paragraph. The words are hard to understand. She rereads it, trying to make sense of them. Urgency builds inside her. She really needs that piss. Throwing the book across her mattress, she crosses her legs. Almost too late, she sprints to the bathroom, harnessing her bladder for a few more moments before warm relief then the familiar emptiness returns.

As she walks back to her room her fingertips brush against the painted wood of her brother’s door. She pictures him in his faded jeans and white t-shirt, bare-footed, his nose buried in a book while his iPod whispers music into his ears, lost in his own world.