Caitlyn Arcane Season 1 Novels & Stories

And as the next barrel overturned and the shrieks of another vampire rang out, Caitlin realized she would be next. And then, Scarlet. “Mommy! Help us! Please! Do something!” Scarlet screamed. Caitlin was frantic. She didn’t know what to do. And then she remembered: her training, her final training, with Aiden. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to concentrate. She focused on her new skill, the final skill Aiden had taught her. The ability to change any element. To change silver to metal. Caitlin forced herself to relax. To center herself. To summon her ancient power.

Dragging Sam, she kicked open the church door with one foot and raced inside. “DON’T MOVE!” Samantha shrieked. Samantha stood there, in the aisle of the King’s Chapel, holding Sam hostage with her left arm, and pointing the gun at his temple with her right. Samantha looked up and saw that girl—Caitlin—standing at the top of the pulpit, holding the sword. Her sword. The sword she needed. Off to the side, she saw that other vampire. That traitor to her coven. Caleb.

one spoke up. “Well, Alpha Zane I know you think you are not doing your part in containing a threat that is happening,” I spoke. “But the Lycan King has kidnapped my mate and is planning to force mark her and force her to become Queen of the Lycan but she didn’t even know she was a Lycan until she moved to New York.” “How does one not know they are Lycan?” he asked confused.

With a deep breath, she focused her energy and channelled her angelic powers, attempting to break free. As she summoned her inner strength, a voice echoed through the chamber. "Impressive, Claire. Your determination is commendable." Startled, Claire looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "Who's there? Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice laced with defiance. A figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing a tall, cloaked individual. It was Cassandra, the enigmatic member of the Twelve. Her piercing gaze bore into Claire's soul, a mixture of curiosity and malice.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

I nodded my head in response, these moves that he randomly pulls on me were working really hard in his favor. “You see, Latoya is that Mage that no Lycan wants to mess with. She has made a name for herself by being a mean bitch and that is putting it politely. If I had known that she was the one he had the nerve to screw and dump, I wouldn't have gotten involved. She truly should have castrated you for that stunt you pulled,” Iris said to me and Lucien. For some reason I was truly excited about meeting a mage. "So, when do I meet her?”

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.

Author’s POV… Caitlin paced about in her room as she awaited her personal servant who followed her from the Silver Claws pack house. Rita was in line with her father’s plans and had been sent here to aid Caitlin in Alpha Gabriel’s quest. Caitlin’s heart was on the rise as she didn’t know what to expect. This was her first sabotage attempt, and she could only hope that things would go according to plan. Rita entered a few minutes later wearing a dark cloak. She took it off as soon as she closed the door behind her.

He said his voice getting a little softer. "My name is Maxton Leone Kingston, but as my mate, you can call me Max," He said as she looked at me as if he wanted me to do the same. "Oh,I.. (deep breath) I am Avery Ashton your highness and I am from the Silvermist pack." I said as I bowed down.

--- Zaya’s Trial – The Moonhorn Elk Zaya stepped into the circle, her Lycan form partly shifted. Her eyes glowed, claws out, ready to fight. The air was still and quiet. From the mist, a tall, glowing creature appeared. It was the Moonhorn Elk, its silver antlers shining softly. Its eyes were calm and wise. Zaya frowned. “This is it?” She ran straight at it, fast and strong. She tried to strike, but the Elk vanished. It appeared behind her.