Caelus X Castorice Novels & Stories

Caelum stood in the void, his small body glowing faintly—half gold, half black. “Mama?” His voice was innocent. But his blackened eye gleamed with something cold.

She quivered under the male's brutal scrutiny as his eyes went over her naked body, and his hands pushed past the quiet to her legs, stopping the moment he felt the warm trace of the alpha’s scent and juices on her skin. “Hmm, looks like he fucked you well enough,” he called, as Celeste had never felt such mortification knowing what he meant; her scowl grew just as the tension broke from the other male's voice. “That’s enough bullshit for today, Cassian…” he said to the male, who chuckled. “I am Callix, and this oaf is my brother, Cassian Altaire… Welcome to the Sorgale capital, the Silver City,” the long, white-haired male spoke, earning her gaze.

He didn't just look at Kaelen; he dissected him with an ancient, unwavering stare. Kaelen closed the distance between them, his movements fluid and confident. "I was merely curious," he began, his tone deceptively light. "One hears stories, of course. Legends. I wanted to meet a member of a fabled race, to comprehend what it must feel like to persist for centuries." His gaze, now sharp and calculating, drifted to the swirling curse mark on Cassius's arm. "And, I admit, I was curious to see just how useless it has rendered you."

Caelum counted about thirty of them and though he could easily take them down, he was more concerned about what Noah might do to Astraea should he miss to keep an eye on her. “You see… I invited you here for a show. I believe my men already told you before you killed them.” “Fuck you, Noah,” Caelum spat. “Fuck you and your fucked-up games.” Caelum’s eyes darkened as he channeled Chase’s energy. Power surged through him, his canines elongated, and his nails lengthened to form razor-sharp claws. “LAST TIME!” he roared, in a deep terrifying voice that sounded more like a beast than a human.

Eleanor was puzzled, as she also examined the wounds that appeared to be typical for her. "Yes, it is. Perhaps you were wounded by a Dresiur, a dangerous wood-like creature that can be found throughout the forest. If this is not treated, it could cause you to have hallucinations and it will be triggering your desires, leading you to your own death." While getting a basin and towel from the cupboards, she said this seriously. Eleanor sat there, bewildered, staring at Asmia.

“Don’t talk to her.” I could hear the smile in his voice, “You can feel it, can’t you? The bond pulling her. Not just to you. To me. We are not strangers in her blood.” My breath caught. “You fed her your blood,” Caelan continued. “And mine was already there.” Avel’s head snapped up. “No,” he growled. Caelan laughed quietly. “Is it?” His voice brushed against my mind like silk. “You and I were made by the same hand, Morcant. Same sire. Same curse.”

After a long pause, he let a few words slip through clenched teeth. “Do you really have to be this stubborn with me?” I met his gaze evenly. “If that’s how you see it, there’s nothing I can do.” He let go sharply, as if flinging off something burning. His tail bristled, his back hairs standing on end, and he strode away. The med den was quiet. Only one person sat on a stone cot—Caelus. His scent hit me before his eyes did: ozone before a storm, damp moss, and fresh blood, iron-tinged.

“I’m cross-referencing ancient guild seals, hidden clan insignias, and...” “Boring,” Celeste yawned. “Just tell me when something explodes.” Cassian ignored her and leaned closer as lines of encrypted information flickered across the screen. Then....ping. He stilled. “Got something.” Celeste leaned in, eyes wide. “What is it?” Cassian clicked on the result. A dark background loaded slowly, revealing a weathered document scanned from an old ledger. In the top corner, a wax seal bore the exact phoenix engraved on the bracelet. His heartbeat quickened. “Celeste... it’s real.”

If only they knew that I would rather be in Bora Bora enjoying my teen years than rule a bunch of stubborn goats masked as wolves. "If you could see the resemblance between my brother and father, surely your eyes are working fine enough to notice the same with Alpha King Alexander and Valeria. Besides, these are certified by three independent labs," Caius replied, his voice ice-cold. "But if you want to waste your time and money, go ahead and do it." Caius always had a way of making other feel stupid in a subtle way and I loved it. Teach me your ways, master. "I see you came to pick a fight," Beard Guy growled.