Caelus X March 7th Novels & Stories

Lucien moved with deep, reverent strokes, eyes locked on Caelan’s face, whispering words of love and possession until they shattered together, clinging tightly in the aftermath. Afterward, they lay tangled in the furs, the bond glowing warmly between them. Lucien traced the mating bite with gentle fingers. “Tomorrow we march south. The war continues. But every night I return to you, I remember why this fight matters.” Caelan pressed a kiss to his chest. “And I will be here. Fighting beside you when I can. Waiting when I must.” A soft knock sounded at the heavy door.

Cassius turned against Kael. The master of darkness stumbled back. His power waning. Our chance to strike. Kael's face twisted in rage. "You fools," he spat. Cassius stood tall, his eyes blazing with determination. "I'll make it right," he vowed. Together, we launched a fierce assault. Ruth's lunar energy and my werewolf strength merged. Aurelia's magic and Elijah's might amplified our attack. Victor's ancient lore guided us. Kael's defenses crumbled.

“He is near. Please tell me this is the last one.” “You do not decide for me. Me sparing you does not make us equals. One wrong move from you and you could he the next.” Caelum replied, his voice sharp. “My apologies.” Laurent apologized. Caelum did not look at him again. His gaze swept forward, past the orchard, toward the broken shrine half-hidden in the weeds. Faint silver light bled from its cracks, the mark of lunar power left unshielded. The target was waiting. “This sentient is more powerful than the others, I suggest we proceed with–“ Laurent wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Caelum moved.

“That’s comforting.” The creature suddenly lunged at Seris, its form blurring with speed. Cael barely managed to intercept, his blade catching one claw. The impact shoved him back three full steps, boots grinding against the stone, but he held. “Mara!” he snapped. “Any time now!” Her reply was calm, too calm. “Almost there.”

Lysander POV Fuck, summer solstice seemed like a lifetime away. It was the beginning of March. We hadn’t even hit the spring equinox yet, and there were about twelve weeks between the equinox and solstice. Forever. I paced the office and did my best to ignore Xavier’S and Kaelen’S eyes boring into my skin. “We could take them out now,” I mumbled. Of course, we’d need to find VEXX and his cronies first.

I'm not nothing. I'm Celeste Isabella Moretti, and I'm about to make everyone who ever hurt me pay. "Okay," I say, squaring my shoulders. "What time should I be there?" "The event starts at seven. Be there by six-thirty. I'll have a car pick you up." "Won't the Ashfords notice if I leave?" Vincent's smile turns mischievous. "Tell them you have a headache. Or better yet, don't tell them anything. It's not like they pay attention to you anyway."

Caleb's one happy moment the entire fight, came from the sight of Alejandro's scowl after those words. "We'll see who the true impostor is." Alejandro sped towards him, raising his clawed hands in the air, to land a solid heat. Caleb caught him by the wrist, and flipped him over. Alejandro's body barely got on the ground, before it morphed fully into his wolf. He lunged at Caleb so quickly, his sharp canines caught Caleb by the arm before he could protect himself.

Calix growled lowly, he grab Cailly in his arms carrying her bridal style, entering the bathroom. Calix turned on the shower in cold water making her shrieked, clutching in his biceps. "Cal--" she was cut when Calix crashed his lips to hers, not taking long, she kisses back. Jake and Earl take the party in their hands while waiting for their Alpha's. Though Earl is an alpha now, which Jake, his older brother, is very proud to him. Watching the pack members chatting, their faces never left with their smile. Jake found his mate from Alicia's pack members same with Marcuz mates. Everybody seems to be happy and alive. A perfect day!

’ Hadrian said and walked back to the mansion, earning a laugh from his subordinates. At Carinthia, the Swiss mercenaries have finished their preparations, but Alexia shows no signs of wanting to give the marching order. The commander walked up to her to voice his concern. ‘My Lady, we must march.’ The commander said in haste. He feels their time is growing thin and something tells him that they are about to attack a brick wall. ‘Fynn, does the enemy expects us?’ she asked. Indeed, their enemies do not expect an attack, and as far as she is concerned there is no reason to rush the attack.

Dear Kharl Axiel, The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.