Caelus X Himeko Novels & Stories

K•E•L•S•I:::: I used all my will power to focus my attention on the teacher as i overheard soft mumurs from every corner. "Ah! There you are, can you please tell me and the class your name? He encouraged. "My name is Kelsi Itohan" I tried to be audible as I could. "I'm a new student here" my voice slightly shaking. He nodded "Welcome, Kelsi the teacher replied with a smile that soothe my feeling.

Sinful doesn’t seem too impressed by his reasoning. I shiver as Sinful’s soft fingertips run gently down the side of my cheek before wrapping a strand of my hair around his finger. “No, I think I want her to come.” Kael gritted his teeth. I can see the shift in his eyes, as he realises he doesn’t have another choice. Sinful’s hand drifts down to my lower back, and I shiver. I can feel his power, and no just what is streaming through my veins right now. He isn’t like any other immortal. There is something more to him.

"To your mother. On a staircase." "She's very good." "Yes." "She's been teaching me." Soren lifted the wooden sword from the table. "Do you want to see?" "I would," said Caelum, and I retreated from the doorway before either of them noticed me. What followed, over the next several days, was not a friendship exactly—Caelum was four centuries old and had been Malachar's most feared instrument and operated in register several octaves below the ordinary frequency of social connection. But it was something. An interest, on both sides, that expressed itself in questions asked and answered and the occasional demonstration.

Torches flickering weakly against stone walls. And in the center— A figure. Kneeling. Bound. Head lowered. Blood on the floor. Marcus stood nearby. Still. Silent. Watching. Kael stopped. Slowly. Dangerously. “Look at me,” he said. The figure didn’t move. Didn’t respond. The air tightened. Something felt off. Very off. “Kael…” I whispered. He stepped closer. One step. Then another. The bond pulsed. Sharp. Warning. “Look. At. Me.”

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

My eyes widened, a gasp escaping my lips, even as I recognized him. Caelum. He leaned against the wall as if he belonged there, an intrinsic part of the room’s architecture. His arms were crossed, his posture relaxed, almost casual, yet the air around him crackled with an undeniable intensity. His silver eyes, like polished moonlight, roamed over me with an expression I couldn't decipher. It wasn’t lustful, not soft, not even overtly threatening in the way I might have expected. It was something far more unsettling: intense. Focused. Dangerous. He saw me, truly saw me, in a way that felt invasive and unnerving.

Melanie is hysterical. "It is Darius Mel" I whisper still looking at the dragon It has black scaled skin, with a touch of orange on the sides. Its tail is black with a sharp Knife tip which is orange in color. It has orange horns. Its eyes are the same color as Darius, Green. "Thea" she shakes me furiously. "Come out of it. You have seen our king shift before. He is a demon shifter. This is a Dragon for crying out loud" she pulls me towards the room after her.

Destiny can sure play dirty games at times. “Cassie!” I call and she jumps in fright. “Follow me” I instruct as I place the mic on the stand and that earns me confused glances from both mum and Ella. I’m going to explain everything to them later, I need to sort this out right here and now. “Alpha Elijah” Cassie calls with a tiny voice and I close my eyes and deeply inhale her very sweet Pheromone that only I can perceive. The mate bond is so strong that the decision I’m about to make right now causes my heart to bleed, but I have to do it.

When he finally pushed me, I reached ecstasy again. He turned me on the desk with his hands, and then grabbed me by the hair. I opened my mouth and released all the groans he loved to hear, raised my legs on the desk and couldn't believe how deep he was inside me. He completely simulated my clitoris, which made me cling to it. "Oh, my God, you're so tight." Dragon made me feel like ecstasy hearing his words, and we have two bodies dedicated to each other. His right hand presses on my nipples, Ahati comes out loud from my mouth, and colorful windows with soundproof walls prevent anyone from hearing or seeing us.

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”