Arcane Characters Caitlyn Novels & Stories

While she assumes the position, the staff that seamlessly molded with her transformation is placed down beside her and those glowing green eyes revert to a stagnate green. “Thank you, my king, for this opportunity!” Her voice comes out humbly like she is trying to appease a father figure. Malakai darts those red orbs down to her and gives a nod of approval rather than scorn. Volde stops in his tracks and he narrows his eyes on the woman in question. Though his stern look is out of rage and jealousy rather than approval and gratitude. That mighty voice of the king reaps through the air and causes the crowd to go silent. “Stand gladiator and tell me your name.” The elf takes a moment to gather

Shane, ever the silent shadow, has vanished from our ranks, slipping away into the narrow, winding servant passageways that web the interior of the citadel. He knows the architectural vulnerabilities of this room better than anyone, and he understands that if we cannot win this fight with steel or alpha strength, we must win it with the arcane tools we salvaged from the vault. He is moving with the ghost-like precision of a veteran hunter, aiming for the one blind spot Celine has neglected in her arrogance: the space directly behind the ancient, raised dais.

"I'm not a monster. She's in this condition because of me, and the least I can do is help her. Let this be the last time you ever question my order." Kane lowered his head reluctantly. "Forgive me, Alpha." He muttered. "I didn't mean to speak out of turn. I'll get Cae." Kieran watched him walk away before turning his attention back to Gwendolyn. He held her hand, noticing how fragile it looked. It was ironic how a sharp tongued, fiery tempered lycan princess could become so weak and vulnerable. A few minutes later, Kane returned with the healer. Cae was a middle-aged Wilding with sharp features and a head full of thick, twisted dreadlocks. People called her Crazy Cae.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

"What happened?" She sighed heavily. "Kaytlyn is dead, uhm, like banished from here. I'm not sure about her being dead, but she's dead to us." I'm right. Athena answered my lingering question. "And to answer your next question... she betrayed Ryan, used him to her advantage." "What do you mean she betrayed him?" I ask. Athena pressed her lips into a grim line. "She's a hybrid witch and a double agent. She's working for someone, who we're still trying to find. She even used him against you."

"What are you talking about? Unmask herself?" The King stated explaining "As you well know my late wife, the Queen, was a hybrid. Half witch. Half Lycan. She was Arya's mother. The witch side, no matter the amount passed down, is always stronger with the next generation. It also allows them to have special abilities as well as being a Lycan. She has quite a few abilities from what we have discovered. Masking her scent is just one of those abilities she has explored. When she left her husband and declared herself rogue her scent didn't actually change to how a normal wolf or Lycans would when becoming rogue. She had to mask her scent and make herself smell like a rogue until her and the baby

** We can use an anchor to keep his aura active. Right now, Cillian’s aura is flickering like a dying candle. We need that tiny spark of aura afloat until we finish the ritual. We need an anchor, something or someone with a strong power to keep Cillian’s aura alive. “Use me.” Andrei comes forward, leaving the red wolf princess behind. “Use my aura, as well.” Gio steps in, making his wife sob some more. “Use mine, too.” Alpha Zerdan strides out from the shadows.

This one, however, had 45 high-ranked Lycan warriors within. They were all trained to the highest of standards, killing nearly all of what was left of their teams. Zaire and Alpha Ryan ended up being surrounded, both held out against them for a while before one small misstep for Zaire allowed the ones surrounding him to swamp him. Punching, kicking, clawing and biting, Zaire cries out as one takes a big chunk of flesh out of his shoulder and another digs his claws deep into his abdomen. Zaire whispers, “Farris, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll carve a permanent scar this time.” Cain swings his sword at Altarria again. She brushes it off and dashes back. He’s too fast. He’s faster than me, she thinks to herself. As Altarria drowns in her thoughts, Cain suddenly appears in front of her and succeeds inflicting damage on her right waist. Altarria groans in pain. She holds her wound as she runs away. She hides between the ruins. She tries to catch her breath.

She continued to take her clothes out the dryer, putting them in the basket in her hand. "She's human." Circe looks at Tammy for a second, before looking over at me. "An hour hasn't passed yet, so what do you want Blake?" Tammy glare over at me. "She's beautiful and feisty. Why don't you want her Blake, I like her already." Circe says smiling. "I didn't bring you here to make friends Circe, can you get this over with now," I tell her. "Hi, I'm Circe, the queen of the witches." Tammy looks at her, waiting for her to get to the point. "I'm going to get rid of your mate bond," Circe tells her, walking over to Tammy.