Caelus X Castorice Novels & Stories

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.

Ascelina pushed me lightly and I looked down and found my claws were elongated and clasping her hair. “Cas, what is wrong? Your eyes are swirling pools of gold now.” Her voice was small and cautious. I flexed my hands and retracted them and took a step backward and eyed my sister... She cast her eyes down and bared her neck for me. I knew I was scaring her, but I didn’t waste the invitation to have a second whiff of that intriguing scent. I lowered my nose to the crook of her neck and grazed it with my teeth softly, telling her that I have accepted her submission and in the process, I inhaled again.

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

his voice was deep, laced with a dangerous amusement that sent a shiver down her spine. Caelia’s eyes adjusted to the dim light as she stared up at him. His bronze skin glowed faintly, almost too warm to the touch, and his sharp features were striking, but it was his eyes that held her captive. They were a piercing yellow, glowing with a wild intensity. He looked at her the way a predator watches its prey, and Caelia’s breath quickened.

Kael’s hand stayed glued to the swell of his belly, rubbing possessively as he drove deeper. “Mine,” Kael snarled, teeth grazing the hidden mating mark. “This pup growing inside you is mine. This slick cunt is mine. I’m going to keep you bred and swollen for the rest of our lives.” The pleasure built mercilessly. Cassian’s hands clutched at Kael’s shoulders, tears of overwhelming emotion mixing with ecstasy. As the alpha’s knot swelled and locked deep inside him, stretching him to his limit, Cassian came hard, untouched, walls pulsing greedily around the thick knot.

Of course, it's Celeste again. itsclarixass

Castor! Castor was here! But where I should feel relief, apprehension took its place. Castor was a husk of….a black hole. From his head to his toe, it was black pit. But in his gut, where the life-force should be was a malicious red orb that seemed nasty. It wasn’t bright, but deep. So deep it was almost black. Without that red glow, Castor would be an empty husk of nothing. So Castor was not human? So far, humans had gold threads, and witches had the colorful lights. Since his was a red orb, then he wasn’t human or witch. So what the hell was he?

“You’ve never aligned yourself with any faction. You’ve never even spoken in open forum.” Rael stepped forward, voice never rising. “Because strength doesn’t come wrapped in bloodline etiquette. You asked for a champion. You wanted strength. You wanted Legacy and power. You didn’t ask or cared about where it came from. I gave you what you wanted,” the side of his cheek curved up into a soft smirk. Murmurs rippled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Rael let the silence stretch before he spoke again. “His name is Kaelen Duskthorn. He's an hybrid.”

“The one who has been protecting Alaric. I know he is a hybrid and that he owes you a debt. But who is he really?” Kael stayed quiet for a moment, staring into our small fire. “His name is Cassius,” he said finally. “Half wolf, half vampire. Over three hundred years old.” “Vampire,” I repeated. “You trusted our son to a vampire?” “I trusted him to someone who could survive the Black Realm,” Kael corrected. “The wolf half gives him a connection to pack bonds. The vampire half makes him immune to the curse that strips wolves of their spirits. He is the perfect guardian for a hidden child.”