Caelus X Castorice Novels & Stories

Like the moon itself had poured into my veins. And then I felt it. Eyes. Burning into me from across the clearing. Kael. He stood there, human again, dark hair damp with sweat, chest rising and falling like he’d run a thousand miles. His jaw was steel, his fists clenched at his sides, but his eyes… Saints, his eyes were molten. Gold threaded with storm. The way he looked at me made my breath hitch. Like I was something dangerous. Something his soul couldn’t decide whether to kill—or claim.

"Will you stop calling me Luk? How many times do I have to say it's Lukman?" "Until you get tired of it and come back to me," this last one he speaks very softly, in my ear and again I feel his scent invade me. "How many times do I have to tell you that I won't give up on you? I lift my head a little and manage to look directly into his eyes, the incredible green eyes he has. I almost get caught up again there. "Do you want me to shout here to everyone that you are a Lestari?" I dare to threaten him.

The others scattered, each fending off the tendrils as they coiled and lashed out. Cassius charged, his own magic flaring around him, a halo of golden light that clashed violently against Caelum’s dark aura. Their collision sent a shockwave rippling through the chamber, shaking the very foundations. Zoe struggled to keep her footing as the battle raged. “You’re strong,” Caelum admitted, his tone almost casual as he parried Cassius’s strikes with ease. “But strength without purpose is meaningless.” Cassius growled, his voice strained. “My purpose is to stop you.”

"I'll fight her." Everyone turned to Cael. Cael's long nail came out. Then he sat down a bit and positioned himself to attack. Josh's eyes grew more prominent as he saw them. He couldn't believe it. "Tyler is Cael a…" Josh said. "Yes," said Tyler. "A hybrid.' " Josh put his hand over his mouth. He couldn't believe it. "He's one of a kind." Tyler didn't answer. Instead, he stood up to watch correctly. Meanwhile, Cael rushed towards the two Kyra. He attacked; first, the Kyra, on the right, moved fast like Kyra.

Astraea whispered to herself “Strange, why is she hiding her face?!!..” She was looking lost when Alpheus and Caesar approached her. And when they had come before her, they knelt, bowing their heads, and when they raised her for the first time, she scrutinized their features, that they were exceedingly handsome, for Alpheus had very beautiful blue eyes, And Cesar has green eyes No, wait, his eyes are also blue, and his face is delicately sculpted.. but despite their overpowering handsomeness, Xavier is the most handsome of them all..

Casler “You want me to do what?” I asked Darwin “Reject him, simple” He said casually No way in hell I would do that. What if he accepts my rejection and finds another woman beside him? No I would die from it. “Crystal” “Trust me, do it” “Trust your wolf. See she even agree’s with my idea” Darwin smirked “I, Casler Oli-----” “Castalia. Use Castalia” Darwin demanded I glared at him “I, Castalia Oli, daughter of David Oli of the Red Moon Pack, reject Alpha James Knight of the Silver Lake Pack”

He lunged. Caelus moved before thought. Silver fire blurred, and she met him mid-stride, her body a living blade of light. Their impact cracked the earth, stone shattering, Conclave wolves scattering. Kael’s power was brutal, a storm of shadow and blood, but Zaria’s wolf form blazed brighter—fast, lethal, unrelenting. Their claws met, sparks of black and silver scattering into the night sky. Kael’s grin widened, even as his wrist bled where her strike caught him. “So the whispers were true. You’re not just his pet—you’re the prophecy’s curse.”

“Too quiet, near the southern ridge. You’ve lost control of your border.” Elias arched a brow. “We’re aware. That’s why you’re here.” Cael didn’t respond. His hands were balled into fists at his sides. He wasn’t here for alliances. He was here for war prep. And now, thanks to the goddess’ cruel humor, he was also bonded—fated—to a Crescent-born she-wolf. The same pack that had killed his father. His wolf snapped inside him, furious at the rejection, even more furious at his coldness toward her.

His golden eyes, flecked with delicate silver, sparkled with concentration and the bright curiosity that defined him. Caelan watched from the shaded colonnade, a soft smile on his lips. His own presence radiated calm resilience, the ancient power within him now a steady, nurturing force that occasionally sent gentle moonlight threads drifting toward Aether to steady his stance or cushion a fall. The mating bite on his neck remained proudly visible, a symbol of the bond that had reshaped their world.

All of us looked at the rattling door and Chace flinched away from the door and me with his hands rose up in the air. The man flew twenty feet away from us and basically glowed himself against the wall. Cassius stormed outside, his breath ragged and his eyes golden and wild. I walked towards him and slapped his heaving chest angrily. “Here is my run-away alpha.” He looked down at me with those glowing eyes, and my entire body buzzed with tension. I was scared, giddy, and aroused. A weird mix for this fucked up situation that I have found myself in.