Caenis Myth Novels & Stories

My wolf growled, low, protective, sensing the raw power. “They were made,” Ael’s voice whispered in the charged room, “ten thousand years ago… from unions forbidden by all laws of our world. Fae. Spirits. Mystical beings of every kind. They mated with Lycans. And from that union… the Aenarith were born.” I clenched my fists at my sides, the strength in the images burning through me. I could see the faces of warriors and hunters, leaders and destroyers. They were fierce. Unrelenting. Untouchable.

Jasmine said and pointed her finger toward my chest where now a fish bone rune had appeared…. Jasmine POV: When I was child my grandmother used to tell me many tales of creatures that used to live in sea, I had never seen them but their tales always used to excites me, one of such tale my grandmother had told me was of a women name ‘Anais de Siren’

His gaze paused on Kael’s exposed belly, the curve of it soft and vulnerable. “Look at you,” Casian whispered, crouching slowly before him. “The legends were true.” Kael didn’t respond. Couldn’t. His throat had locked tight. “Male Omegas,” Casian continued, almost reverently. “They said you were myths. Spirits of the Moon herself. Temptresses. Seductors. Forbidden vessels of pleasure and life.” He reached out—not fast, not violent—just slow enough to make Kael’s stomach twist. His fingers brushed Kael’s stomach.