Novel & Cerita Caelus X Herta

Harriet stroked both of her ears, mumbling tiredly, “Come on... why this again...?” Harriet spread her . She muffled all noises from the Castle and its surrounding completely. After that, she spoke for them to listen. “This is me, Harriet Goldlane. Queen Lela Sclera, don’t tell me you forgot I am supposed to come today...” Harriet said. Ezekiel, who felt his ears ringing, squinted his eyes. “Oh, it’s the persistent, Cursed Unicorn Heir...” another voice, which now sounded manly and calm, was heard.

So she is often persive as the bad guy or villian instead of a saviour or hero. She was escorted by one of her Mates which is named Herald Contis, a sentinel of one of the elders. He is responsible for the updates and affairs of the Panel. He is a Alpha Gilgamesh so to say. But it isn't confirmed to that he is one. But rumors say that he was once a intelligence and wise that led the army of the Great war between Khar'var and Qwelin against its invaders that were the Vlad, a bhampirs clan that sabotages or demolishes every werewolves pack into extinction. They were pure evil but again they have been fighting the same wars again and again relatively that it's hard to say or side with a either

HM: "Not him (pointing at me). Hippocrates – he was a Greek. Cáel is Magyar/Irish Gaelic." CoN: "Helpful – that's not. He seems to have a great deal of bruises and scarring – some of it certainly received over an extensive period of time. Is this your work?" HM: (in a positive note) "No. It has not been my pleasure to spar with Cáel yet." CoN: "Isn't he a bit...big for you?" HM: (looked straight at my crotch) "Not at all. I think it would fit nicely." (Coughing around the room)

"Give me names, and the pack's justice will be swift and merciless." Hera looked away, tears glistening on her lashes like diamonds clinging to spiderwebs. "Varis and Kael," she choked out, the names sounding foreign on her tongue, tinged with betrayal and disbelief. A stunned silence descended upon them, the wind seeming to hold its breath in the face of the revelation. Varis, a seasoned warrior and trusted advisor, and Kael, the young, spirited pup Hera had once mentored – it was a blow that struck at the very foundation of their pack, a fissure that threatened to crack their world in two.

"I tried to help Kaia as much as I could when I entered the Sicilian river area, but then… I found Kaia already unconscious." Zeno, who had been listening since earlier, looked stunned. In his mind, there was only one name that had always worked with the Witchers. Vasilio Heracles. Who else but the red-haired man? The man chuckled. Very annoyed. Just now they were happy because they remembered that man seemed to have been defeated by Cia in the war at that time, but why did he appear again now? Didn't Cia manage to kill him?

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.

Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him, he should at least have a funeral ****

Just a steady gaze. And in that gaze… something unexpected: recognition. Not of a friend. Not even of an enemy. But of purpose. “You remember me,” Henry said quietly, his voice steady despite the shaking earth. Cael tilted his head, and in that one movement, the world coiled tighter—like a thread drawn to breaking. Then, without a word, he shifted. Not into a man. Into something more. He stood tall—taller than Diego, broader than any Alpha. Bare-chested, his skin bore runic scars that glowed faintly beneath the surface—like molten script etched into flesh.

I shook my head and turned away, avoiding his pleading gaze. I noticed his face fell, he was silent. I felt bad, he has been nice to me and I rejected his first request. I sighed. "Why not go with Rita, you think I don't know you've been stealing glances at her whenever we are together", I smirked raising an eyebrow looking at him. "What? Me?" Delvin scoffed, faking a surprise yet blushing. "Yes you, Mr silent crusher", I laughed teasing him. "I don't know what you're talking about kelsi' he looked away avoiding my gaze this time around.

"You finally did it." Caelan's hand trembled. "I had to." Kael smiled. "No." His fingers wrapped around Caelan's wrist. "You wanted to." The Real Enemy Caelan's silver aura erupted. The two collided. The sanctuary shook violently. Selene watched helplessly as Caelan and Kael fought like beings who had known each other for centuries. Every strike carried recognition. Every movement carried hatred. And every time Kael nearly fell, Caelan hesitated. Selene suddenly understood.