Caelus X Kafka Novels & Stories

The room erupted in applause and shouts. Kael leaned in, kissed me slow and deep while the live stream kept rolling. “I’m Kael Draven,” he said into the camera, voice low and commanding. “Alisa isn’t property. She’s the reason I stopped killing to survive and started fighting for justice. She’s my wife. My mate. My home.” The comments exploded on every screen. Jeff’s face appeared on every news feed within minutes—livid, pale, furious. Viktor’s old pack pack was already in chaos, some wolves switching sides.

A person with nothing left to lose was capable of anything. Since he had been willing to put himself at such risk for her promotion, he was just as likely to destroy her, too, now that he had lost everything. Just as Frank lunged toward Karen and started choking her, blood suddenly gushed from his private parts. The explosive pain forced him to stop as he was rushed to emergency care. The doctors managed to save his life, but from now on, he would only ever be a eunuch. Karen was fired for malpractice and barred from medicine forever.

But he didn’t complain. Kael rode with his eyes half-closed the whole way, that distant look on his face. Kaden stayed close, watching him. Once, Kael swayed in the saddle, and Kaden reached out and steadied him. “I’m fine,” Kael said. “You’re not.” “No. But I’m functional.” He opened his eyes fully. “Cassandra brought something else with her. Not just soldiers.” “What?” Kael’s face was troubled. “I’m not sure. But there’s a different kind of energy down there. Not human. Not quite wolf.” He paused. “It feels like the Archive.”

"When Phyliss found us in the dead zone, she told us the high realms had leaked our exact ley-line coordinates to Oberon’s vanguard. If they had our coordinates in the most isolated, unmappable human dead zone on the planet, they certainly had the defensive blueprints for this territory. Lord Caelan was never fooled, Sam. He played along for two years, letting us think we were safe, just waiting for Astraea’s power to mature enough to justify unleashing the Primal Wild Hunt." Kazan let out a low, vibrating growl from deep within his chest, his golden Alpha eyes flaring with a dangerous, predatory heat as his hand instinctively flattened over Astraea’s back, shielding her sleeping form from t

At least no one else knows with this exchange. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me where she is?” He questions, leaning comfortably back in his seat. It bothers me how calm he is about this, knowing he has a chance of getting out of here alive. I want to wrap my hands around his neck for what he tried doing to me. “What do you want?” Kael questions, folding his arms over his chest. He’s turned into an Alpha again, ready to negotiate. A sly, hideous smile comes across Axel’s face.

Kael is the father of Issac and he had an affair with Lucinda even when he was married to Hera's mother Laila. Kael cheated on Laila with Lucinda. 'Is that why my mom left? Because she found out about Kael's infidelity? ' Hera used to wonder often. But she never had the courage to question Kael. Things are different now. She is not as powerless as she thought she is. She is not just a wolf, she is a powerful Lycan. So now she is sure about her own abilities. Even though she is not trained, she is more powerful than any well-trained wolf. Kael would know that, and he will not try to attempt anything stupid.

“And what will you do, little goddess? You’ve barely scratched the surface of your power. You’re nothing compared to me.” Caelum, despite his weakened state, pushed himself upright, standing between Kieran and Gaia. “You’ll have to get through me first,” he growled. Kieran’s eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. “Oh, I intend to.” With a flick of his wrist, Kieran summoned dark threads of energy, lashing out at Caelum. The two clashed violently, the air crackling with power as they traded blows. But it was clear from the start—Caelum was no match for Kieran in his current state. Every strike he landed was weaker than the last, his strength fading rapidly.

“You’ve grown soft, Lucan. You cling to humans, to fragile alliances, to bonds that mean nothing.” “And you cling to a world that’s already dead,” I shot back. “You fight for chaos, for destruction. There’s no strength in that.” Kael’s grin faltered, his eyes narrowing. “We’ll see.” He lunged. Kael’s speed was staggering, his massive frame moving with the precision of a predator. His claws gleamed in the twilight as he swung at me, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through the ground. I dodged, pivoting on my heel and slashing upward. My claws grazed his armor, sparks flying as the strike skidded off the jagged metal. Kael snarled, his strikes relentless, each one more brutal than th

How did it go from bubbles of endless laughter to sudden numbness? Kael and I met during a late-night patrol two years ago, me, a twenty-three-year-old Beta-elect of the Lunaria pack, and him, still reeling from Laila’s public breakup. She’d left him for Derek, the blind, ruthless and enigmatic Alpha of Silvercrest pack, claiming Kael wasn't powerful enough for her taste.

He looked up as I asked, his eyes stunned but he quickly covered it up. "What are you talking about?" He questioned as he tapped on the screen with a serious expression. "That's the one thing I'm dying to know, though my pack excels in agriculture produce but that's the only area we are best at, the Crescent moon pack is a land of treasures, filled with gold and even best at agriculture and they were dying to partner with you, yet you declined and rushed just in time before I was sentenced to sign a deal with us?" I huffed at my long choice of words, Alpha Kael didn't even bother looking up at his screen, he merely shrug his shoulders and replied.