Novel & Cerita Caelus X Castorice

Amara chuckled, “you are right alpha, there is no room for discussion. You will take me with you willingly or I will make you.” Azai’s eyes flashed black, “confident little wolf, aren’t you?” I struggled to regain control of Amara, but I couldn’t. In the reflection of Azai’s eyes, I could see my eyes glowing brighter, and a sudden warmth was creeping through my body. “I am the Celestite wolf, I answer to the Moon Goddess Selene, I am not bound to the orders of any alpha. You will take me with you to the capital.” “I will take you with me to the capital,” he repeated.

Kael's fury bled through the bond before he even opened his mouth. Heat and jealousy and something sharper. Betrayal maybe. "Out." He didn't look at Castor. Just kept his eyes locked on me. Castor's jaw worked. For a second I thought he might refuse. Might stay and force this confrontation. Through my gift I felt his brief spike of defiance. Then it collapsed into resignation. He brushed past Kael without a word. The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the weapons on the walls.

"Tonight, beneath this darkness, may the universe be recreated in my likeness." Energy surged around him, the atmosphere vibrating with unrefined magic. The earth below shook, cracks spreading out from the altar. Kael detached himself from his fight with Fenris, his gaze shining as he faced Castor. "It's occurring," he remarked, a crooked smile stretching over his face. However, Fenris had more to give. "Not as long as I'm alive!" he growled, charging at Kael with a renewed intensity. Dahlia's claws scratched my arm, making me bleed, yet I stood my ground.

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

Cael met it head-on. He ducked the first swipe and drove a punch into the rune plate beneath its jaw. Elias struck its flank. I slid low and kicked out its rear leg joint. The construct staggered. Roran finished it by lifting the entire thing and slamming it into the wall. It shattered into rubble. Jessie laughed like a madwoman. “Again!” “Focus!” Cael barked. We found the first token thirty seconds later mounted inside a trapped alcove. Silver crest, glowing softly behind rotating blades.

The unrefined alchemical catalyst coursing through his veins reacted violently to the kinetic impact, the volcanic orange luminescence beneath his scales flaring into a blinding, white-hot radiance. Kael let out a deep, metallic roar that shook the glass panes of the surrounding townhouses. He didn't just absorb the damage; he converted it. With a single, explosive leap, Kael launched his seven-foot frame thirty feet into the air, landing squarely on top of the central defensive turret. His massive, white-hot obsidian clawed arm swung out in a brutal, sweeping arc. The heavy iron gears and pneumatic tubes of the turret melted instantly under the extreme thermal energy of his touch, the entir

His aura is suffocating, radiating malice and overwhelming power. Caelum fights with every ounce of strength he has, alternating between physical blows and powerful spells. He shifts into his hybrid form—half human, half lycan—growing to twice his size, an imposing and beastly figure. His muscles ripple under dark fur, and razor-sharp claws gleam in the dim light of the battle. He is fierce, but Malakar’s power is immense, and their clash is so violent that each blow shakes the ground beneath them. I realize there’s no time to wait for Caelum to break free from Malakar. I do what he asked me to if I ever found myself in danger. I shift.

“His magic is in the air too. I can taste it.” Ace steps forward, taking the attention away from me for a moment. “I can smell that too, and taste it. But what if it is this Sinful you speak of? What are we going to do to go against an Immortal.” “It’s not an Immortal,” Grayson stresses, nudging Kael to confirm. “A powerful Immortal isn’t going to have an interest in something like this.” He might. With an Alpha at least.

Cian tilted his head upwards and towards the sky as his snout flared angrily, his golden eyes glared towards the darkening sky as the sun began to set, the full moon was barely visible in the sky as he pressed his pointed ears back before filling the air with a deepened howl that made me shiver from excitement. The figures of the other two men finally caught my attention, their massive forms dominated the space from around them as they had shifted at the same time as their Alpha, I examined both Quest and Caius’s furry forms out of curiosity. Caius’s fur was a deep auburn that had a hint of red hues that resembled his hair colour, he was smaller in size compared to his brother and yet he was

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”