Caelus X Kafka Novels & Stories

“Kael represents the fuck face?” “No, Kieran represents the trash.” Her tongue must have meant cousin and accidentally dropped the syllable for brother. The two and a half empty cocktail glasses resting on the wood right in front of her chest and the extra loud volume suggest her system might be a bit tipsy on the harbor, and my ears are far too eager to hear what alternative secrets her mouth has to say, so my tongue doesn't stop her speech to clarify the family line. “He represented the oldest pup when the pack...” Her head shakes side to side fast. “Anyway, the problem is not your name. The filth belongs definitely to his jaw. He and Kael are always bumping heads over the hockey metrics,

N Y X A R A I held his gaze. “Do I know you?” The clearing went still after I asked. Kaelor didn’t interrupt. His attention moved between us, calm and unreadable, as though he were assessing the distance between us instead of the conversation. Darek didn’t react. “If you did, you’d remember.” “That’s not an answer.” “No,” he said calmly. “It isn’t.” Lucien’s name wasn’t spoken again, but it stayed there anyway. It had been there since Darek walked into the clearing, threading through everything that followed.

Then he says, “My fighters will replace the Enforcers you’ve lost. I trust that you can make it work, Roman?” Roman's eyes narrow slightly. “That’s… generous, your Highness,” he says, “but you know it’s a matter of acceptance.” I frown. “What does that mean?” Kael doesn’t answer immediately. Zeke does in his stead. “Kael’s fighters aren’t just Lycans. They’re… a mix. Vampires, Fae, panther shifters, elves—creatures that don’t exactly blend well with wolves. Especially vampires and elves.”

Sitting there like he was in his right mind. “What the hell are you doing here?!?” I yell. Grabbing my phone that was on the table I had walked by; I start to call one of guard’s when Rafe is suddenly there grabbing my phone out of my hand pulling me with him. “Kate, I just want some time to show you we are right for each other. Come sit with me and we can talk.” I can’t believe this – I am in a towel with a virtual stranger wanting to talk to me. Yanking my hand from his, I give him a hard push making him stumble backwards. Holding my towel to me, I start to move around him to get to my door, when he grabs my arm again with his claws extended, turning me to face him. He leans in to ki

"And when you are choking on your own teeth, I will collar that glowing freak myself." ​Kaelen didn't yell. He didn't roar. ​The moment the insult against me left Cassius’s mouth, Kaelen moved. ​It was a display of absolute, unhinged, predatory violence. Kaelen didn't fight with the tactical precision he had used against the vampires. He fought with the catastrophic rage of a mate defending his Queen.

one of them said when Kace walked into the living room from one of the other rooms. "Well hello," one of the guys got up from the couch." A pleasure to see you again." Again? "I'm the guy from the party," he said noticing my confusion. " You were staring at me, I was staring at you...." " Oh yeah," I said recalling him before the fight between Kace and Danté happened. "I wanted to apologise, I feel responsible for the chaos yesterday. " " It's not your fault," I said and smiled. " Danté is just a possessive guy. "

A slow, mocking clap echoed over the sounds of the dying assassins. A man the size of a mountain stepped into the red light. He had a shirtless body with chaotic tribal tattoos covering his skin and jagged scars running across his face. His eyes made my blood freeze because they were demonic and blood-red. Alpha Kael. Kael rumbled about how he found the family beautiful. He stepped over the body of one of his own men, not even looking down. "A shame I have to slaughter them in front of you, Dominic." Dominic stepped in front of me to block Kael from seeing Ethan and me. A low, vibrating growl of pure, concentrated hatred ripped from Dominic's chest.

“Besides, it is common curtsey to give a name to your attack.” Johan snorted. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, a battle cry is enough to warn people that you’re attacking, but telling them exactly what you’re attacking with next? That’s stupid!” “Well... it doesn’t sound half as intimidating without a proper name...” Xander tried pulling away from Johan again. “Oh, so it’s just used to sound intimidating?” Johan looked thoughtful. “Okay then, ‘magma whip’!” Several veins of magma appeared around the two fire mages.

"What do you usually eat?" Kael was silent for a moment. "I don't require food." "Then what do you run on?" "Negative emotions," his voice was quiet. "Fear. Despair. Anger." I nodded. "Oh. So you're an emotion recycler. Basically, a supernatural social worker." 【Comment 1: A social worker??? Sweetie, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what 'devouring soul echoes' means?】 【Comment 2: Can't she see it? As Kael talks, the lingering resentment from players who died in fear is getting sucked into his body like black smoke!】

"I spent twenty-one years pretending to be a parasite so she wouldn't see the host. I let you hate me, Zora. I let the world call me a coward because a coward is invisible. But the game is over." Kael, my "brother," picked himself up from the floor, wiping a streak of blood from his lip. He looked at the massive, shadow-draped wolf standing between me and the rest of them. The beast—Dante—lowered its head, a guttural vibration shaking its chest that felt like a localized earthquake.