Arcane Caitvi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’m sure Ciara and I will get along famously. Women in our circles learn to share the spotlight.” Share. The implication is filled with suggestion. My thighs press together under my dress, Cain’s earlier release still marking me. I hate how my body remembers him. I imagine clawing Cain's face now. My nails raking down those sharp cheekbones while I ride him hard enough to bruise us both. In the fantasy, he bleeds, and I come screaming his name anyway. Pathetic. I'm pathetic! “Lovely,” I manage. My voice doesn’t waver. Good.

I snapped softly. But Spark didn’t back down. He paced inside me, growling, whining, pushing… as if Catherine’s scent was carved into his lungs. I leaned my head back against the tub, closing my eyes. And like a damn curse, the memory of Arcie hit me again—hard and fast. Arcie standing in her white gown, smiling up at me with those soft, bright eyes. Her hand resting on my chest. Her throat was exposed for me to mark. I remembered leaning in, brushing my lips over her neck.

Anselm explained. “Anselm and I had been raised together. Anselm was eight when I was brought to the coven as a newborn. Yes, I know who my real parents are. The people that raised us made sure to explain everything once I was old enough to understand. I do not agree with any of it. I left with Anselm. I was there when Delphynia came to visit with Aerian. We had planned to never let Aerian see either of us, but Anselm had gone back to visit our adoptive parents, but I had stayed behind. Someone was following Aerain home from school, so I had no choice but to intervene. I bumped into her on purpose making sure to keep my eyes on the ones following her. We ended up grabbing coffee before I wal

I looked at Kaia, “So you were trained like Sinclair?” “Yup, once upon a time we were Canary and Sin.” “Yeah, and Thalia, she was Kabar,” Sinclair said with a smile. I feel like I’m in a warped universe. Adrian comes up and starts messing with Kaia and Sinclair again. “Yeah, Canary and Sin. Little badass femme fatales, Aric. If Sinclair really is your sister, you could stand to learn a thing or two from her.” I smirked, “Sinclair, do you still have the gun?”