Caius Ff Novels & Stories

I shook my head slightly and took another bite, forcing myself to focus on something normalzzx food, chewing, breathing… anything that made sense. “You’re thinking too loud,” Cairos said casually. I paused mid-chew. “…What?” He tilted his head, watching me. “Your face. It’s doing that thing again.” “What thing?” I asked defensively. “The I’m about to spiral into a crisis thing… your madness mode” I scoffed. What? Did he just call me mad “I do not have a face for that.” “You do.” “Well, stop looking at it.” “I wish I can help it.”

“But how does Caius come into all of this?” Beau gives me a sad smile. “Caius was one of the best Lieutenants of the Old War, at least from what I can tell. Of course, he doesn't remember a thing. But from the textbooks I’ve read and the pictures I’ve seen, he was a true hero for all mankind.”

“Aunt Faith, I still have things to do. Please excuse me. Don’t worry, I will make sure Buffy returns before dark and I will make her apologize to you.” Faith regained her composure and nodded. Casius smiled. He sought the power of the Gwakes and the Krads—Faith's birth family—was also one of his targets. Otherwise, he would not waste time on Buffy knowing that she never liked him. “I understand you are a busy man. Don’t let me hold you up. I’ll just wait for your news.” Faith got up and walked Casius out the door. After the convoy left the manor, Casius leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes. He said, “Veron, what was it that you were trying to tell me back then? You received a call bu

A twisted relief that I am still alive and not in the jaws of those monstrous hunting dogs. Finally, with a groan, my eyes peel open. Sunlight pierces the room, stabbing straight into my skull. I wince. “There she is,” Caius purrs, stepping into view. He looks exactly the same, raven black hair, polished armor, clean white shirt, untouched by the chaos and blood he caused. Untouched by guilt. Untouched by morality. He sits with the ease of someone who believes the world belongs to him. “You tried to run.” His fingers trail the bed frame beside me, slow and deliberate. “I would advise against it next time, Rain. I may not be so forgiving again.”

“Dear, Callius is dominant and does what he wants. His heart is the only influence that moves him, just as Caius’s cold rationality leads his decisions. You have no fault for what happened here. I just urge you caution.” “What do you mean?” “Back in the Great War, Caius was our greatest general. The deabru shook with terror just at the whisper of his name. With their darkest magic, they tried to kill him once and for all. It didn’t work, though. All their magic did was tear his soul in two, leaving him with two broken pieces. Two pieces that are always born into twin brothers. Together they manage to function more or less normally, though they have only a fraction of Caius’s original strengt

He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing. "Did you just growl?" I ask with a laugh and he frowns at me, shaking his head as though I'm crazy so I look at Damien for backup and he nods. While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke.

Just barely. I think about Caius's face. Here is what I know about Alpha Caius Voss: he is thirty-one years old, he took the title at twenty-five when his father's heart gave out during a border dispute, he has never taken a Luna despite three years of pack pressure, and he runs Ironveil with the particular efficiency of a man who learned early that caring about individuals is a structural weakness. He is not cruel. I've said this before and I mean it precisely — he is not cruel the way a wall is not cruel. The wall doesn't want to hurt you. The wall just doesn't move.

Caius voice erupted like a volcano. “Whatever happened, would be uncovered. Arrest all the Alpha's workers this minute for interrogation” he roared angrily “Call in the council right now. No stone is getting uncovered” Caius said as tears formed in his eyes. I could tell he was holding back I grabbed the Alpha's hand as tears trickled down my cheeks. “The healers needs to hurry. His condition is getting worse Right now I'm scared, I don't think I really can't do anything, my emotions are making me overreact” I said

Then I spoke. “If you have touched them,” I said, “there is no version of what comes next that ends well for you.” A pause. Then a sound that might have been appreciation. “There she is,” Caius said. “I wondered how long the controlled version would last.” His voice was unhurried. Comfortable. The voice of a man conducting a conversation from a position of complete confidence. “I have not touched them, Elena. I have no interest in harming them. I want to be very clear about that.”

"I’m not the one playing by their rules anymore." Caius turned around. His face was a mask of cold, ancient intelligence. He walked toward me, his movements fluid, his presence dominating the room. He didn't look like a King who was losing his grip; he looked like a general who had finally found his weapon. "You've proven you can erase them," Caius said, stopping in front of me. "But you’re still thinking like a human, Andrea. You’re thinking about 'defending' this place. You’re thinking about 'keeping' it. You need to stop thinking about protection and start thinking about expansion."