Caesar X Joseph Novels & Stories

IT'S TOO EARLY TO BEGIN A WAR. Juniper merely strained a smile in return and reached for her cutlery on the table. When she thought she could finally enjoy breakfast in peace and quiet, Queen Catherine said, "It came to my knowledge that you arrived yesterday accompanied by a certain. . . feral creature." Juniper's face scrunched up in thoughts and confusion. "A feral creature?" She repeatedly. Then it clicked. "Oh, you must mean Caesar!" She almost burst out in laughter. "He's just Hector's best buddy."

His voice is feathery, he reminds me of Mom. Thomas is the replica of my mom while I looked almost exactly like my dad. He is right I did all I did just to keep Josephine Oniels safe, the part of the agreement I don't remember signing is the part where she will be married off to Mr Thwane Clark, MetapleX's number one business rival. For all I know Mr Thwane Clark might be the one who planned all this, he planned the crash of MetapleX just to marry Josephine Oniels, my true love.

Irene absorbed the weight of Joseph's revelations about the Hemmings werewolf pack, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Joseph, now seated across from her, hesitated before delving into a more personal narrative, one intertwined with his own family history. "My father," Joseph began, his voice carrying the weight of years of solitude and rejection. "Theo Hemmings. He was a werewolf, and my mother, human. A union that was never accepted."

"We are wedded so it's only natural to share a space, my little flower." His eyes bore into mine. They got me breathless, and his deep voice was suddenly music in my ear. Our eyes held onto one another as if we were drawn to each other deeply. For a moment there, time stopped, looking into the eyes of Caesar was like emerging into a new world; I was lost in his eyes and could not find my way out of them. They made me breathless, speechless and got me questioning every single thought I had in my head. I looked into those eyes and those eyes looked like they have gone to the depths of the universe, those eyes revealed countless emotions; they were fearless and resembled the eyes of a warrior.

It was certain I was facing extremely formidable people. I moved closer to Giselle, “I don't know if you know this, but I am not Zoldrick, or whoever you used to measure their strength. I am Caeser, son of Varyn and the heir to the throne. Say your goodbyes to your teachers when you still can. These might be the last beautiful moments you'll share together.” I said menacingly. Giselle laughed softly, “Now things are starting to get interesting. Well, I did try to warn you.. ”

Ceasar is another young cadet in their uniform but with black curly hair exposed out from his army cap. Ceasar bends his back, so he could be at my eye level. I notice his eyes are intense black; I question if any lights could escape from his eyes. He smiles at me, using his upturned eyes locking my gaze. “I haven’t introduced myself officially. I’m Caesar. It is a great pleasure to meet you, Miss Joanne.” He even tries to do a Baisemain. Who would experience a Baisemain by an unfamiliar guy in a normal life? I immediately evades, pretending I didn’t know what he was planning to do.

He bounded back to the Scriptorium and moments later returned with Paulinus, whom he dragged furiously by the sleeve, despite the protestations of the thin minister. What is it, Josephus?" Paulinus cried, "Why will you not say what is the matter?" LOok!" Josephus answered. "Tell me what you see" men towered over him and studied his etchings. Octavus continued to work his stick on the snow. The two t cannot be!" Paulinus hissed. «But surely it is," Josephus countered. There were letters in the snow, unmistakable letters.

In my head, I was trying to rationalize it, but could only think of one possibility. While I pondered the logistics of the possibility in my head, I returned to the body, to take a look at one more interesting thing of note, coming from Joseph. "...'Batsu?'" I heard him question, his eyes fixated on the small pieces of paper attached to Ceáser's face. "Do you perhaps mean the Japanese pronunciation of '罰' perhaps, Mr. Joseph?" Liam asked, slithering his way back next to me and Joseph. "Oh… Uh...Maybe?" Joseph responded, a bit taken aback by his sudden interest. "What's it mean?"

The next 45 minutes went on like that, with us narrowly avoiding death all whilst Julius barked instructions through the mind-link. “Seems you live to fight another day, little wolf.” Thanatos laughed at the end of the session. Despite the grim reaper vibe, he seemed to have a better sense of humour than Julius, which admittedly wasn’t difficult. “It’s Celeste.” Celeste replied, almost flirtatiously, which seemed to have an effect on Thanatos as he let out a low whine. “Down, boy.” She laughed as his tongue rolled out of his mouth. In an instant Julius was standing in Thanatos’ place, with that… thing staring at me. I forced Celeste to look down.

Lucas said before he started eating his food, but his words were stopped by one of the groups next to them as they said “Have you heard the rumors, it is said that the Alpha has regained his Luna?” “Does this make sense? I heard that the Alpha made sacrifices to the ruler, Selene.” - The word god will be changed to “ruler” due to some religious reasons - "Yes, the Alpha suffered a lot. Luna should be grateful to him, because he waited for her all these years. The Alpha Lucian is truly loyal." The werewolves said boastfully, which made Lucas about to lose his mind. He was about to turn to them and say something, but his assistant caught him.