Caesar Bl Novels & Stories

he asked once the system was running. “Cassandra Patrice.” Caleb supplied smoothly, his knowledge of her name was thanks to Magnolia and not necessarily because his terrified mate had been forthcoming with any information. He watched Iggy type in the name and then pause for a few seconds before attacking the keyboard in a manner that intrigued Caleb. Having been born in a time that had none of the present gadgets he saw, he was often awed by their abilities, but never bothered enough to learn more about them, he was quite satisfied with the basic knowledge he possessed.

"Hey Vessie, what's up?" "I'm good, but I've got a little trouble." "Okay, tell it to me briefly. I'm technically on shift so I need to get back to work soon." Ves nodded and described how he received a grant license of the infamous Caesar Augustus. Naturally the charity the System setup looked squeaky clean on paper, so Ves wasn't worried Melinda would dig into it and find anything improper. He emphasized his determination to tackle the challenge of mastering its design. Frowning, Melinda tutted her disapproval. "They've sure thrown you off the deep end. The CA-1 is a beast of a machine, not something a fresh college graduate should come into contact with. This sounds pretty shady."

Caesar wouldn’t survive a day in the Blades academy. “What a waste. You have not been training,” Casper taunted him. It was good to have something grandpa cherished dearly. Caesar was furious. Indeed Casper was tough but also arrogant. “You bastard. You took my inheritance.” “I fought for it.” Casper retorted instantly. “And I’ll kill you.” Caesar stood up and attempted to punch Casper but Casper punched him instead, Caesar fell unconscious. Casper stretched his hand towards Caleb and Caleb gave him the gun.

Ezra, who was sitting beside me, got up from his chair and extended a hand to the Lycan, shaking it. “I believe that you of all people should be aware of my support for Mikhail.” Ezra answered, raising an eyebrow at Killian. “The main question is why are YOU here? I believe that you are a rival?” “Yes, I was a rival to Mikhail’s father, but that does not mean that I have to be toward his son. You know, a family rival can end somewhere, and I choose for it to end with his father.” Killian said, looking at Mikhail who frowned at the sight of the Lycan. Ezra put his hand on his chest, pushing him back.

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."

Luca looked at me again—like I was worth dying for. I shook my head, trying to warn him. I knew he would give up the code. He would do anything to save me. "If I tell you the code, swear you'll let her go," said Luca, his eyes locked on mine. "I swear on my father's grave," Caesar said solemnly. "Luca! Don't you dare—" "Three, nine, alpha, six, bravo, five, zero, zero." He said it. Luca gave up the code.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

But what he said sounded real. As the wind picked up around them, Valerian gave a parting nod. “Be careful, Alexandro. This world is changing. The rules we’ve known no longer hold.” With that, he turned and walked away, his crimson robe billowing behind him. Alexandro stood in silence long after Valerian left. A new name. A new threat. Maeron. He repeated the name in his mind like a curse. If that was who had Serena… he’d burn every corner of the world to find him.

Caesar, the Lord of Sterling City vampires, lounged on a throne-like chair at the far end, his sharp features accentuated by the flickering light of a nearby fire. “Alpha Graeme,” he drawled, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I’d hoped the two of us could have a little alone time.” He crooned and I raised a brow “In your pent house surrounded by your guards? How stupid do you think I am Caesar?” He chuckled “Oh I promise, you don’t want to know the answer to that.” He crossed his legs, looking entirely too amused for my comfort. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I stepped forward, keeping my expression neutral. “You know why I’m here.”

I knew something important had to have happened for him to be the one bringing the news to me himself. “What happened?” I asked. I already had a slight frown on my face from thinking of everything that could possibly be wrong. My palm slowly shifted off Roberta's thigh and I could tell it worried her by the way she glanced at me. She immediately went back to her food and tried to seem unbothered. “Our Ambassadors at Adrian's pack have both been executed publicly under the suspicion that they were responsible for Alpha Sebastain's death”, he said. Roberta dropped her spoon loudly on the floor when she heard what Manuel said.