Novel & Cerita Caelus X Kafka

He seriously didn't want this good for nothing visits to happen but that piece of shit just don't know when to stop! Kael Adrek, and as Caius liked to call him- useless piece of shit! Kael was the only one left from vampire clan who had the leadership qualities and ultimate powers similar to Caius, even though Caius was still somewhere stronger than him but still Kael was always the greatest threat to Caius. That man stubbornly has been trying to bite off some of Caius' kingdom area.

’ As expected… I pulled out my phone and—to both my surprise and admiration—Zia had already sent me a message one minute ago. It shows: “Kate Chedipe H. Salcedo is the E-Sports player you need to interrogate. Don’t mistake her for Kate Chureil. That one’s a member of CSD Writer’s Guild.” “Alright!” I grinned and placed the phone back in my pants. I faced the two students and said, “We’re looking for… Shi-deep?” And they both laughed. I gave them a smug face.

His eyes turned cold, like his brothers and fear gripped me as I watched him tilt his head slightly, a muscle in his jaw twitching. And as crazy as my wolf was, she wasn’t done. She still held control, forcing more words out of me. “I don’t think I can ever forget Kael,” she purred through my lips. “Even if he is gay, he was really good in bed. Don’t get me wrong, Alpha Claude, the Alphas are also really good, but Kael…” She let the words trail off deliberately, and my face turned pale as panic shot through me. I fought to regain control, screaming in my head,

‘I don’t have the time to linger around with you, squandering infidels. Albert looked at Hadrian. ‘Do you trust me?’ Albert asked the young emperor. Hadrian gripped his sword tightly and faced Albert. ‘With my life.’ Hadrian answered, Albert nodded as they charged to the serasker. Musaf Pasha charged with his sword in his hand as Hadrian ran to him head-on, he purposely missed the serasker and ducked as his opponent slashed at his neck. Hadrian switched with his left hand, Albert jumped over Hadrian and stabbed Musaf Pasha in his chest and Hadrian twisted below him and slashed open his abdomen. Musaf Pasha writhed in pain but dodged, what would be, the final attack and fought back. He manage

Falling off a cliff sounded safer than standing this close to him. His fingers tilted my chin upward, forcing my eyes to meet his. My tongue brushed over dry lips without thinking. Regret followed instantly. I should have drunk the water. My throat felt burned out. His gaze flicked to my mouth, then returned to my eyes. “Tell me,” he said, voice low and rough, sending a chill through me, “what’s the difference between the Night Alpha and Kael?” “The Night Alpha is a psychopath.” “And Kael isn’t?”

something else she didn’t want to name. “You care too much,” he said quietly. Rhea blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?” “About others. About things that don’t matter. It’s going to get you hurt.” She crossed her arms, her defenses rising. “And what would you know about that?” Kaelan’s expression darkened, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for his hoodie, as if to adjust it. That’s when she saw it. A jagged scar ran across his collarbone, disappearing under the fabric of his shirt. It wasn’t just any scar—it was the unmistakable mark of a wolf’s claws.

"The White Wolf power is using the fragment as a lightning rod. If the resonance reaches the core... he’ll level the East Wing with himself inside." Kael stepped toward me, ignoring the three-meter rule, his presence a suffocating weight of self-loathing and desperation. "I’m going back," Kael whispered, the words sounding like a death vow. "I’ll take the secondary APC. I can ground him, Phoenix. My blood is the only thing that can act as a sink for that much energy."

she called out, her voice steady but laced with curiosity, stepping forward to meet him. Kael halted just inside the door, the wooden floor creaking under his boots, the scent of the woods clinging to him like a second skin. His gray eyes held hers, unflinching, the blue pulse of his tattoo intensifying, though he fought to mask his surprise. "I am Kael Varn, exiled from the Dusk Pack," he replied, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that carried the weight of hardship. "I've traveled far, seeking refuge and purpose. Word of a new Alpha in Emberfall reached me on the winds. I offer my strength, if you'll have it." He glanced around the hall, noting the flickering lanterns, the laden tables, and

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

Rafe studied the shared map. “We strike as she’s finishing the migration,” he said. “Before she bolts every hatch. My ghosts ride her update channels; I dig as far into core stacks as your pretty wiring lets me. You and your chosen few go for internal touchpoints we agree on. He—” he jabbed a finger at a far‑off region where Kael’s symbol pulsed dimly on a stolen feed “—can rattle the outside whether he knows it or not.” “He doesn’t know,” Lys said.