Caelus X Herta Novels & Stories

Who is this stalking weirdo with the audacity to interrogate me? He lets out a low, amused chuckle. “Listen, Hana. Name’s Cael. So now we aren’t strangers.” He leans in, and danger lingers in the air. “Thing is, little witch, I’m an alpha. A rogue. I don’t trust witches. To be frank, I hate them. I have my reasons.” He moves in until the brick digs into my back and panic flares. “If you interfere with my plans or stand in my way, I’ll find out why.” His eyes flicker between icy blue and dark ocean blue, shifting too quickly to be a trick of the light.

Capping it all is the large head with owl eyes- intelligent eyes- and the wide red lips that shriek as it counters Lucian and the others’ attacks. “What is that?” Hela whispers, a note of horror in her voice. “I have no idea.” I’ve never read of a creature like this, and goddess knows I’ve read a great deal many books on rare and extinct creatures. “There!” Hela points and I recognize Alpha Kael’s huge wolf immediately. He is alive! The relief that runs through me weakens my leg. “Look!” I point urgently. On the other side of the room lies an unconscious Vain, a sea of red spreading from her torn arm. “Oh goddess, is she alive?”

At that instant, Kael's breath caught in his throat. Through his gaze, he saw Hellena—his contractual wife—standing on the sidewalk, facing a man at very close range, someone he recognized immediately from his investigators' reports: Herry, her former boyfriend. Kael watched as the man desperately begged her and tried to reach for her curvy body. Although, even from a distance, he saw Hellena firmly slap the man's hand away, the mere sight of their closeness was enough to ignite the short fuse inside the CEO's chest.

A minute later Rodrigo dragged the big olive green canon and Pete's eyes widened with fear. "So, the godfather dies like this..." Blair said as she gestured Pablo to remove the tape from Pete's mouth. "What are you going to do? Don't do this!" he pleaded in fear and Blair seemed to stay impassive. Expressionless. Tough. Arrogant. These were the words to describe Cliterella...she is called by this name for a reason. "Isn't it amazing that one tiny egg and one tiny sperm can make one massive twat?" she spoke in a mocking tone and the man didn't answer.

In spite of her repeated assertions that we made a mistake when we made love, I know she felt the same fire and passion I did. It doesn’t happen often, but there are precedents for an Alpha to have 2 Lunas. Especially a king. Once I’ve killed Arlo, I’ll talk to them both and explain how complete my love for them is. Cerelia is my source of calm equilibrium. She softens my rough edges and helps me to be a better strategist. Hilda is my ardent firebrand. She lights a fire in my loins that can only be quenched by her and she’s my fierce warrior companion. With both of them by my side I’ll be a king unlike any other before me. Certainly far better than Arlo.

“That was a mistake.” Helena smirked, moving closer, her voice dropping seductively. “Funny. You didn’t seem to think so at the time.” She reached out, fingertips trailing up his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt. Caelan stiffened, his body going rigid beneath her touch. Her hand moved to cup his face, eyes glittering with a dangerous challenge. “Think of how good we were together, Caelan,” she whispered, pressing herself closer. “The strength, the passion. We’re perfectly matched. Ilia is nothing but a weak distraction. You know it.”

"Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy." I hissed, "It most definitely isn't; can you even hear yourself for goodness sake?" I was getting frustrated. I hated being trapped in a cage. "Xavier took Sage's mate away from him. Veronica was his mate before Xavier stepped in, and there's a lot more to it than just that. Now think about it: do you think Sage would let the same happen?" I was taken aback by his confession but again could keep shut, trying to point out the fact that Sage and I's relationship is nothing short of a contract.

Cairos let out a quiet breath, like he was holding back something between frustration and amusement. “Don’t worry I won’t stare,” he said flatly. I turned on him instantly. “That’s not the problem!” “It sounds like it’s the problem,” he muttered. “It is NOT—” I stopped myself, pointing between them. “You two are insane. Completely insane. I am not stripping down in a haunted house because of ‘alignment’ magic or whatever this is.” Anna crossed her arms. “Then you stay unprotected.” My throat tightened slightly. Cairos’ voice dropped lower. “Isolde.”

Refrot would go on to challenge alectre heir of herandra, queen of the summer court. Herandra of course objected to such an arrangement, sensing a plot by refrot, but noble and valiant alectre would not back down from a duel, perhaps he had the mentality that good will always triumph over evil we will never know, for alectre fell in duel on the isle of the departed souls, making detok heir to both the thrones of summer and winter, the first fey to unite both courts in recorded history. Herandra raved and cried to the light gods for aid, seeing as she was unable to act as he had won the duel far and square, but the decree came straight from illumino telling her to ‘hold fast for the son of li

"While she’s processing the noise! Give her the ending!" ​Kaelen didn't use his claws. He walked up to the mercury god, reached out his scarred, red-furred hands, and pulled her into a hug. ​The Primal Seed and the Sentinel’s Core touched. ​The explosion wasn't made of fire. It was made of memories.