Arcane Characters Caitlyn Novels & Stories

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

The wound left by the stab had already healed, leaving behind only a small scar. “You want to mess with my mind? Play with me, huh?” She continued grumbling as she changed into more comfortable clothes. “Great! This lady will show you what it takes to play a real game. She will beat you so hard that you won’t be able to show your face in the entire Lycan Kingdom.”

"When I saw you that day, and you showed me kindness despite the way I looked, it kept me here in the palace. Seeing you kept me here. I knew you were the one I had been looking for but I didn't know why that was, until I found out that you were looking for your long lost mate who was named Olivia. I was certain it was me but then Alice...goddess, it doesn't matter. I didn't tell you because I thought I had made a mistake. I thought I was the wrong Olivia. "And then to make matters worse, it was announced that you had found your mate, and so I knew for a fact that I was confused. I knew I made a mistake. That was until I saw her face. It was only then that I found out that she was impersonat

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

She knew of how irrational he could be sometimes but never expected this sort of low blow from him. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as thoughts of people who would become casualties of this fight clouded her mind. She didn’t want anyone injured nor dead; in fact she didn’t even want this stupid fight to even happen in the first place! “Alpha Damien , I think we would have to go talk to Alpha Will—” she started talking but her words immediately seized in her throat when she turned around only to discover that Alpha Damien was no longer there. He had disappeared into thin air, and she frowned when she thought of the probability that he had gone into the woods to join the fight. She knew

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human. Carla strode in front of me and leaned provocatively, puckering her lips temptingly before my face. I snapped out of my thoughts at once, immediately turning to her attention. Her vampirism had made her superior seductive, and she possessed sharp senses. It was no wonder that she immediately knew something was distracting me. Now that she had my attention, she spoke her point. Carla wasn’t the Carla she used to be; she was now, like Arabelle, a reborn creature. She also possessed an aura of confidence that wasn’t existent before.

Threads of loyalty had splintered into chaos, many converging on Prince Rowan like a dark constellation. Caelan’s silver eyes reflected the grim scene below, his quiet intelligence already calculating distances, supply lines, and the fragile loyalties that could still be swayed. He wore lightweight armor over his dark tunic—silver-trimmed plates that allowed freedom of movement while offering some protection. The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a deliberate symbol of defiance against the old laws that had sparked this war.

The rot in Caitlyn’s veins snarls against that ask and for a moment I see the shape of what she used to be under everything she turned herself into. Too late. “Net,” I say again. Talia’s hands blur. The hush becomes a lattice; the iron rumor becomes a ring. Oloron’s crystals at our throats warm as if in prayer and then flare, each in its own pitch, warning, warding, weaving. Caitlyn tries to step sideways into someone else’s shadow. Tara taps the roof with her foot where she sits cross-legged on my office rug miles away and all the shadows on this tower turn their pockets out and whistle.