Caitlyn #arcane Novels & Stories

Or more security in fulfilling my mission? "Look!" came an excited voice. Caitlin spun around, snapped out of her reverie. There stood Scarlet, dressed in a beautiful, small silk white gown, wearing a diamond laden tiara and small diamond necklaces and diamond bracelets. She was positively beaming. Caitlin couldn't believe the sight. She looked like a real, small princess. "Lily gave these to me. She said I could have them. Can I? Please?” Caitlin smiled wide. She didn’t quite know what to say. "Um…if she said so, then, um…of course.”

She glanced once more with cold eyes on the broken body laying in the doorway, then stepped over him and didn’t look back. Though she could make no sense of it, the twisting hallways that spanned the distance between her haphazard laboratory and the warlord’s gallery were mostly empty now, where only a few hours before she’d passed numerous armed men. Perhaps it was a mercy. Between ducking quickly around corners and hiding behind the grand furnishings filling the stone fortress, she’d only been forced to attack with her potion twice more. And she hadn’t remained to watch. Not anymore. With each stealthy step that drew her nearer to Alex’s murderer, Caitlyn’s resolve was solidifying into a d

But she wasn’t finished. “This,” she said, gesturing to the young woman at her side, “is Caitlyn. The woman who will be Xander’s Luna. They are meant to be together, and I won’t let some nobody like you ruin that.” The younger woman, Caitlyn, gave me a tight, condescending smile. Her eyes held a mix of pity and disdain, as though she were regarding a child who had foolishly overstepped her place. I forced myself to meet her gaze, though I could feel my heart pounding.

“Why should I help you? You’re the one who wanted to go after Elara in the first place. We told you everything, Cait; you knew the risk, and yet you pushed through." “I don't want Arthur to die!” she shouted, the desperation clear in her voice now. “I never thought of him paying for this. I just wanted...” Her words trailed off, the weight of the truth hanging in the air. She wanted power, control, and maybe—just maybe—a way to break free from the shadow of her family. Arthur had always been the favored one, the golden child who could do no wrong in the eyes of her father. But Caitlin? She had been the outsider, the one who had to fight for every scrap of recognition, which is why she found

“After Iris was struck down by Erianna, Gerald carried her to the healer, Caitlyn Lupus. There, he gave her the punishment of an Alpha for a treacherous Luna. He had her erased. Her name, her face, her ties to the pack, her family, all wiped clean. Gerald never witnessed it. He left before the ritual began. He never knew what new face she bore. “Caitlyn healed her, then fled. She forged new identities at the ministry. Only Iris’s first name remained. Eliora commanded it, so that one day the name would spark memory in the pack.” The words claw out of me, burning. My body screams under the strain. Still, the spirits press me to go on. “She doesn’t know who she is. She didn’t know Eliora had ma

CHAPTER XIII: Blood Pact Caya did not seem to be worried on how to deal with Deborah, right now. What was she planning to do? She aimed her bow at the sky and drew her light arrows on the golden light thread. “It’s not just you, Deb. I will surpass my limit, right here and right now. Celestial Realm Augmentation: Gemini’s Sanctuary!” Caya casted a spell using her grace, Gemini, and then fired several arrows into the sky.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

"Huh?" "You heard me, isn't this what you were after? So what is it that I have to do, go back to that school and talk to the asshole principal?" "I bought Caitlin's tickets when she became a freshman and I'm thinking of buying Catalina's soon too because at the rate she's going she's not going to be there long. So all Caitie needs is a dress and a limo, she's already got the date." She thought that shit was funny. "Of course since you refuse to let her graduate she can't go to the prom so this conversation is moot." She fluffed her pillow and laid down on her side facing me with no expression on her damn face.

She turns back toward the house, her resolve firm, but stops in her tracks when she sees Matt coming toward her, his expression serious. “Aunt Caitlyn?” he asks. “Did the Head-Coordinator call?” “No,” she replies, shaking her head. “But I need your help.” “Anything,” Matt says immediately, his readiness offering a small comfort. “I want you to gather everyone—Katya, Kira, and Alana,” Caitlyn instructs. “Have them bring every resource they can find—books, notes, spells, whatever might help us figure this out. And there’s someone else I need you to contact: an elder named Maia. Tell her Alpha Caitlyn is summoning her. She’s a psychic and might be able to shed some light on this.”

Caitlyn ’s POV I woke up sore on my birthday. Attributes of great sex, I was grateful for the strange man from last night. He had fucked me with a lot of audacity, something I had missed in a while. I never drank whenever I was Fire— some of Caitlyn ’s meticulous tendencies showed occasionally. Not because I didn’t mind a drink or two but because it made it easier to find home after every spontaneous activity or stripping session. I couldn’t risk getting lost in my city and being found drunk and miserable.