Caelus X Robin Novels & Stories

Could it be that some escaped a different way? Rheyes is on the floor, wheezing and coughing. My eyes glare into Nazir's, whose are glowing a golden brown. This is a turn of events. Plans have changed. "We will take it over," I speak, determination and finality in my tone. "Alpha..., please, we're outnumbered....," Rheyes protests. I turn to him again, looking down into his eyes with harshness that borders on rage. He looks down submissively. I can smell his fear, and it calms my wolf just a bit.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

Caelum counted about thirty of them and though he could easily take them down, he was more concerned about what Noah might do to Astraea should he miss to keep an eye on her. “You see… I invited you here for a show. I believe my men already told you before you killed them.” “Fuck you, Noah,” Caelum spat. “Fuck you and your fucked-up games.” Caelum’s eyes darkened as he channeled Chase’s energy. Power surged through him, his canines elongated, and his nails lengthened to form razor-sharp claws. “LAST TIME!” he roared, in a deep terrifying voice that sounded more like a beast than a human.

“You’ve never aligned yourself with any faction. You’ve never even spoken in open forum.” Rael stepped forward, voice never rising. “Because strength doesn’t come wrapped in bloodline etiquette. You asked for a champion. You wanted strength. You wanted Legacy and power. You didn’t ask or cared about where it came from. I gave you what you wanted,” the side of his cheek curved up into a soft smirk. Murmurs rippled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Rael let the silence stretch before he spoke again. “His name is Kaelen Duskthorn. He's an hybrid.”

His fists blazed with an inner fire, fueled by a deep sense of justice and the responsibility he bore as the alpha. Lord Zeus, however, was no ordinary adversary. He possessed a cunning mind and a twisted sense of power. His attacks were ruthless, fueled by a desire to overpower Leori and claim victory for himself. The clash of their strength and wills reverberated through the club, echoing like a thunderstorm. Amidst the chaos, Robin fought alongside his alpha, providing support and cover whenever needed. His agile movements allowed him to navigate through the melee, striking with lightning-fast kicks and punches. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, their unity and shared purpose evi

I circled wide, growling low, every hair on my body bristling as Caelan and Ven tore into the rogues with deadly precision. Ven was pure destruction, all muscle and snarl and brutal strength. He grabbed one by the collar and smashed him into the ground with a crack that sent birds fleeing from the trees. Caelan didn’t roar—he didn’t need to. He was silent, lethal. His wolf form was massive, a dark blur of silver and coal, fangs flashing as he locked jaws with the rogue who’d tried to pin me. Their bodies hit the ground hard, Caelan on top, claws ripping down the rogue’s side in a blur of motion too fast to follow.

“Only me.” Sable’s hands shook. She lifted her wrist, staring at the mark under the circlet. Then she spoke with all the force she could gather through pain and fear. “Caelan Varr,” she said. The runes brightened. The basin rippled hard, offended. Caelan’s shoulders dropped slightly—like the name hooked him in place. “Again,” he whispered. Sable’s throat tightened. “Caelan Varr.” The air steadied around him.

He didn't even have time to discipline her. “Besides that, what else does he want?” “Nothing more.” Fortunately, while enjoying the steamy activities in the warm water, Poppy's facial expression revealed no signs of lying. “Wait a minute... it’s too deep, Robin…” Poppy squirmed wildly as Robin held her body. She feels so full in this position. But Robin doesn't care. He instead hugged her and rubbed her back. “I'm not going to repeat myself, so pay attention to my words.” Robin cupped her cheek, letting the hand that had been submerged in water wet his wife's cheek. “Rafael has a secret partnership with Saul. Whatever he says, don't believe him.”

The air felt thick with hostility and the mingled scents of dominant alphas. Caelan walked at Lucien’s side, spine straight, silver eyes calm despite the storm raging inside him. He wore dark formal robes trimmed in silver, simple yet elegant, chosen to remind everyone he stood as the king’s acknowledged mate, not a mere tribute. The high collar still hid the mating bite, but the bond pulsed strongly between them, a private anchor in the sea of judgment.

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.