Caesar Bl Novels & Stories

She then looked at Bailey who's now staring at her widely. “Who called you?” Bailey asked without any pauses. Serene got conscious about her friend's interrogation. “The secretary of my boss?” Bailey moved a little closer and put her hands on each of Serene's shoulder. “His name?” “Brixel. Brixel Climente.” .............

Dea mused. "Silver and wolfsbane, also known as aconite," the answer was out before I could think about it. I trusted Dea not to use that information against me. Maybe that was foolish of me but I wanted her to see me and my weaknesses so she could see that I trusted her enough to be vulnerable around her. In turn, she could do the same.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

“I wanted to see if you were keeping contact with someone in private.” Caeser blinked and sunk down calmly into his chair. “What did you mean, son? I have a lot of contacts from the war.” “Dowson is outside.” Caeser sat up, suddenly erect in his seat. A smile cracked over his face and he laughed. “Dowson is dead. He died in the war, I told you this—“ “Enough,” I snapped. My voice was a low, deep rumble that echoed from his chamber walls. “Tell me the truth. Did you capture a human girl?”

Beside him stood Ce‌leste, her arms f​old​ed, her icy blue eyes track‌ing‍ the mercenary​’s sha​llow, r​a‍ttling breath⁠ing with a detached curiosit⁠y. "His⁠ name is‌ Kael⁠en⁠,"‌ Marcus sai⁠d, s​tepping int‌o the light⁠ from⁠ the back o⁠f the room, holding a t⁠hin, red f⁠il‍e⁠ fol‍der. "F​or‌mer‍ British Special Air​ Service. Disc‍harged dishonorably‌ ten years ago for conduct‍ing⁠ un‌sancti‌oned w‌et-wo​rk oper⁠ations in East‍ern Eur​ope. He’s be​en on Alis​tair’s payrol‌l as a pr‍ivate security⁠ c‍on‍sultant for five years, but‌ his p‍rimary‌ monthly retai‍n‌er c‌o​mes from an of⁠ fshore tr​ust node registe⁠red in London‌."

“Three attacks in as many months. Rogues testing the borders we’ve held for generations. And you want me to what? Negotiate?” “I want you to remember you’re more than the prophecy’s puppet.” That word held something like a blade between them. Marcus had been his father’s Beta; he had held Kael’s hand upon his first change; he had remained silent while the witch cursed them all. He had earned the right to speak truths that others might die for saying. But truth didn’t change the weight of crown and curse. “Send word to the border patrols,” Kael said, walking toward the edge of the roof. “Double the watches. Triple them if you must. Anyone crosses into our territory without permission”

------------- ESMERAY Caesar cautiously peeked his head outside the tent, checking to see if the other Alphas were awake and if it was safe for us to come out. As soon as he signaled that it was okay, I quickly grabbed my hoodie and slipped it on. We held hands as we ventured outside his tent. The surroundings were still dark, but we knew the sun would rise soon. The lights in the warrior chambers were dim despite the rounded area. I glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kitana. I felt grateful to her for giving me the courage to return to Caesar's tent, as it led to us getting back together. Following Caesar's lead, we made our way out of the warriors' chambers and stepped into the o

I rubbed the mascara and applied a little purple lip stick and applied a lip gloss to make it look shinier. ** Pulling the hem of my gown to my thighs, I walked down the stairs . I was scared as fuck. I don't know my way around here. Then a maid passed by. "hum...hey." I said. "Ma'am, good morning. I am Christabel. Always at your service. What do you need?" She rushed words. "Morning. Could you show me the dinning room please?" I asked. "Yes...ma'am. This way." She showed me the way. I thanked her and walked to the directon. .I knocked on the door before twisting the knob of the door.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

The Caesar Mercenary Corps that claimed themselves invincible suddenly collapsed just like this. After that, the tide was turned on the battlefield. Under Blonde Jack and others’ leadership, the armed militants of Cohen Group began to counterattack frantically. Gradually, the members of the Caesar Mercenary Corps began to fall to the ground one after another. As the saying goes, a major setback in the war was similar to a collapsing of a mountain. At this moment, that huge mountain, the Caesar Mercenary Corps, had finally collapsed.