Arcane Caitvi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Without thinking, I threw myself after her and caught her just in time. Vivienne was doubled over laughing. "Weren't you two acting tough just a minute ago? Look at you now — pathetic. You don't even look like werewolves. More like a pair of stray dogs!" "Cain, beat them. Don't stop until Damien gets here." Cain ripped a vine from a tree and brought it down across my back. The pain nearly knocked me unconscious. Every ounce of willpower I had went into not letting go. He glanced at Vivienne for approval.

“The doctor said your body was too weak.” “I don’t fuck care!” I gritted out, a little pissed to have him still control himself while I was lying here practically naked in front of him. He hesitated for a little more and unable to take the itch of this heat that happened deep in my core I got up with the remaining strength that I had managed to gather and aching for him and his touch I slashed open his t-shirt with my claws, making the tattered remains slip off him and grabbing his chin I kissed him and pulling away I said, “If you don’t take me right now Cain Arius then I will find someone else to satisfy me.”

he said. Beside him stood Barbara, a very tall and thin vampire, much taller than Cain, with straight black hair, small black eyes, and a narrow, elongated face. Her eyes seemed half-closed, as if she were sleeping. She seemed either very relaxed, or very apathetic. She moved slowly, as she extended a long, pale hand to Caitlin. “Charmed, I’m sure,” Barbara said slowly, in a deep voice. Caitlin shook it, and felt a chill run through. Her hand was supple and freezing.

After a long pause, a groggy voice said: “Caitlin. I was wondering when you would call.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “For storming out like that. You were just trying to help me. I realize that. But when you talked about stopping Scarlet…well… I couldn’t hear it. I still can’t. I won’t entertain the idea of stopping her. Never. I’d rather kill myself first.” There was a long silence on the other end. “I think I’ve found another way,” she added. “Tell me.” “Have you heard of Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres?” she asked, hoping, praying, that he had.

"If it isn't Miss Prude." I didn't give her the satisfaction of a reaction; instead, I smiled sweetly. "Vivian, what a coincidence." She scowls. "I knew you were trying to steal Logan from me, you bitch." She hisses. I almost laugh at the irony; she wasn't even close to correct. "Ariana doesn't have to steal me away, Vivian." He says. "She's my mate." Vivian gasps. "You're lying." She bites out.

Kaden stood there, speaking with Ciara. She looked tired but composed, a fresh bandage visible on her shoulder where the healer had treated her. Her expression was carefully neutral as she listened to whatever my dear brother was saying. I frowned, my feet carrying me instinctively closer. Then I heard her mention my name. I stopped, stepping into the shadow of the tent's overhang where I could hear but remain unseen. "—doesn't matter what kind of person Draven is," Ciara was saying, her voice firm despite her exhaustion. "Being involved with him was my own choice. It has nothing to do with you."

The coronation continues, and after a few recitals and affirmations, I, Elaria Vielle, become the new Alpha of Valemont. The celebration goes on well. Father is the happiest of all, and Ivy hasn’t stopped bugging me about how fate has brought back the man I rejected. She’s probably a fangirl for Alpha Alaric because I have never heard her talking so much about a man as she is doing about him. “Give me a break.” I roll my eyes as I bring my glass of wine to my lips. The sweet smell makes me nauseous, and I keep it back on the table, taking water instead.

“I know you’re not drunk. I personally made sure you only had water, so stop behaving like one.” I smiled down at him, slow and deliberate, my fingers already working the top button of his shirt free. It popped open easily, revealing a tantalizing hint of smooth, tanned skin and the edge of dark ink. “You said I’m attractive. I want to see exactly how much I can turn you on, then.” His throat worked on a hard swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing. Those sharp gray eyes locked onto mine, stormy with conflict. “This is a bad idea, Claire. You can’t do this with me. I’m your—”

Maybe she had not noticed or maybe she did and she didn't mind it. They were mated before after all, so it's not so far-fetched to think that they could still be drawn to each other. What the hell was I thinking? This was crazy. No way in hell was she drawn to Carter. But on paper it means sense. Ciara was only here because she was scorned which is typical for her according to Ariana. “Keep the key on the table and get out.” I said to her I needed to think with her out of my ear.