Caelus X Black Swan Novels & Stories

The Alpha bellows out over the crowd. “Father, wait!” Cassius interrupts and a foolish hope surges in my chest. But after the way he just beat me to a bloody pulp, I should have known better. Of course he’d want to gut me one more time before I die. “I have something I’d like to say to the wolfless bitch before you end her pathetic life. “I, Cassius Blackthorn, future alpha of the Blackthorn pack, reject you, Sage Starling, as my mate and future Luna.”

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

"You're alive." Caelan laughed. "Disappointed?" Alexander took a step backward. "You shouldn't exist." "Neither should you." The two stared at each other. Dominic looked between them. "What is going on?" Caelan answered. "Alexander was one of the first Alphas Blackthorn successfully conditioned." Dominic's face went pale. "No." Alexander said nothing. Caelan continued. "He was taught to obey commands." Dominic looked at his father. "Is that true?"

Darius stepped fully in front of me immediately. The growl leaving his throat sounded barely human now. “You don’t look at her.” The Black Wolf finally focused fully on Darius. And for the first time, the amusement faded slightly. Recognition. Interesting. “Well,” he said slowly. “The monster Alpha.” The bond twisted sharply with Darius’s irritation. Kael spoke coldly beside him. “You’re outnumbered.” The Black Wolf glanced at him lazily. “And yet you still look terrified.” Kael’s expression darkened.

Vicious monsters began to emerge from the void—shadow wolves, corrupted ancestral spirits, and twisted, skeletal dragons born entirely from the worst nightmares of the mortal mind. Nyx smiled down at them, her bone crown glowing. "Let's see if your precious love survives the weight of this army." ### The Return of the Prince Then—something entirely unexpected occurred. Caelan stood up. He rose slowly, painfully, his boots grounding against the stone tiles. He reached up with a steady hand, grasped the shaft of the black obsidian spear, and violently pulled it straight out of his chest plate. A fresh wave of blood poured down his dark robes, but his facial expression had completely changed. T

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Today, the Haven of Shadows is taking the next step. Kael, Caius, and Lucien stand before the younger members, Darian, Lysander, and Elysia, demonstrating strikes, holds, and defensive maneuvers. The contrast in their styles is remarkable. Kael’s movements are fluid, a rogue’s grace coupled with a werewolf’s strength.

“Yes.” Kail looked empty and lonely as he continued, “Nothing interests me anymore. I hung onto my revenge against Ingrid in hopes that Silje might come back to me, but now, it’s pointless. Nothing matters anymore. If she won’t come back to me, there is no need for vengeance.” *** “This is the yoga pose I learned recently. The Cat Cow. Silje, you try it now.” Tasha was demonstrating a pose and insisted that Silje learn it as well. Silje was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of shorts while exercising with Tasha.

The beast was roaring, and then it stopped suddenly while Caelum stared at the sword in his hand. He had never killed a man before, but even though they called this one a beast, he certainly still saw him as a man. Helsinger had said he was a werewolf, but it still felt unreal.

“casilias, how could this person be able to see me? This is impossible, even our race. There is only one race that is able to see us, the Zyrus.” said the little dragon, looking at Cailias who was frozen in place, unable to move Alpheus' smile widened, as he formed a sword with his great energy, before slashing it at casilias's face. "You think we're a bunch of idiots you're going to fool? You're making fun of us?" He put Astraea behind his back to protect her, as he charged his sword with monstrous energy "Looks like you forgot who werewolves are." * Alpheus Actually, I don't want to attack this person.*