Caesar Flickerman Novels & Stories

The house’s door was opened, making us frown in confusion as one of the pack members, Francesco, entered the house. “Alpha, we have a problem.” He said, and Ezra frowned in confusion. “Killian just took a plane to Rome…”

’ Fynn asked, smirking confidently at them. ‘That is no way to address the Emperor of the country you’re standing on, Mercenary.’ Count von Lamberg spat at Fynn. The mercenary commander became even more alarmed. The Emperor himself rode out to battle with them. But Hadrian waved his hand at the Count and began to speak. ‘I am Josef Hadrian,’ he said calmly. ‘And you are their commander?’ ‘I am.’ Fynn answered trying not to sound unnerved. ‘My name is Fynn of the Swiss mercenaries.’

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

“If you have no idea on what’s with the email—” “I actually have. You probably assumed it’s just random letters but it’s actually not.” He took my phone and went to the white board. He started writing all the alphabets. “This is a code, Caesar Cipher to be exact.” “C-Caesar what? The salad?” “Caesar as in Julius Caesar?” “Caesar as in Julius Caesar and not the salad, Skyler,” he said when he turned around. “This is the most basic cipher. I can’t believe the genius didn’t know this. Yes, I’m talking about you Stefano.”

He opened a seemingly empty drawer with the words ‘meti ifisis’ which meant ‘time shifter’. He called out the words he was made to memorize from birth, “Baboshka laboshka, Ilean meti ifisis, Evander Lockyer.” The insides of the drawer swirled and shook, and then he could feel it, the pull. Evander held his breath as he was sucked into the drawer like metal to a piece of magnet.

“A close friend of Patrick. I hated him. He’s so corrupt, takes bribes to cover up cases.” Third profile, a man named Mikhail Reznik. An Eastern European, a rumored human trafficker working for the mafia’s underbelly. “This one worked for my father,” Caesar said simply. “I’d get him for you if you want.” Julian’s mind was spinning. Who could he trust? Who was lying? His eyes landed on Luca’s photo. He had to know. He pointed a trembling finger. “Him. Luca.” Caesar’s smirk was dark and possessive. “Good choice. He’ll be here by tomorrow. God knows, he might be innocent… but I’ll still punch his face in for being with you before me.”

“Why don’t we calm down and solve this? I just want some answers and keep a few conditions in exchange for letting your pup go.” “Felice…” Finally manage to speak. Who is this woman? “I know Alpha Isaac. You think I am Felice’s clone or something, but I am not. This is me. But Felice is not my name.” She stands up and smiles while my eyes narrow. “Please to meet you, Alpha Isaac. I am Zephyr or the one who cursed the Renaud pack.”

The Clementine family had a high status in Sea City, but if Felicia could marry Samson, it would be the Clementine family's honor. "Mr. Hamilton, I heard that you’re facing some difficulties recently?" A man walked over from a corner with a wine glass. He seemed to have been staring at Cosmo for a long time, with a suggestive smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a profound smile on his face. "Chairman Caesar." Cosmo's body stiffened. He frowned slightly and gave off an unfriendly aura. This man hounded him when he was still a trainee. Later, when he inherited Universal Movies, he no longer bothered him, but now that he knew he was in a difficult situation, what was up on his sleev

Caesar stood on the second floor, watching her fly around with an indifferent expression. Arthur kindly asked, "Do you want to go down and invite Miss Lola to dance?" "No," Caesar replied, "I don't want to have my feet stepped on by a fool." He narrowed his eyes and looked more closely, somewhat displeased, "This man has already danced with her twice." Arthur: "... It seems so." "12 minutes and 32 seconds," Caesar checked the time, "Whose family does he belong to?" "It appears to be the third child of the Marshall family."