Novel & Cerita Caius In The Twilight Saga

I twisted to look back, breath snagging in my chest. Caius stood in the ruined hallway, unmoving, his black coat dusted with debris and blood that wasn't his. “That is a waste of time,” he said, his voice calm but echoing strangely, like wind across a crypt. My eyes locked with his. His eyes, dark as shadow, shifted—turning a deep, molten red. A slow, haunting smile curled his lips, not kind, not cruel… just knowing. It slithered down my spine like ice water.

If the fae didn’t age like mortals, and the Wraiths came before even the oldest of courts, then this being had lived not just centuries—but thousands of years. “What does the Aether want?” Caelora asked from behind us. I’d almost forgotten the others were even there. The Wraith’s expression shifted. Her brow furrowed. “To turn back,” she said sharply. “Return to the Twilight Court. Great danger awaits you in Kyante’s lair.” “You know who we seek?” Rhaenan asked. “It is not difficult to see.” She stared at him then, hollow eyes narrowing. “The blood-fae has the human’s sister… and your mate.”

I froze. Caius was still nestled in my arms, little fingers fisting my collar, completely ignoring the man who’d helped save him. The man who shared his blood. The word on the vial flashed in my mind. Father. But it hadn’t mattered. Not to Caius. Not tonight. I didn’t know what to say. Cassius’s shoulders dropped the slightest bit. He looked like someone had pulled the ground out from under him. He didn’t say anything else.

His gaze bore into me, steady, unreadable. And when he spoke, his voice was softer than I expected. “Because he already knew your name before I even said it.” The world tilted beneath me. I swallowed. “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does to him.” Caius sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. He looked like he was debating something—like he was about to say something he really, really didn’t want to. Then, with visible reluctance, he told me. “You were born under a rare lunar eclipse.”

He lied. “What?” Nemiah snapped. “How can you be so forgetful?” She turned to Vivar, but Vivar just shrugged his shoulders. “Seriously?!” Caius took the torch from her. “Let’s go find out.” He grabbed Nemiah’s right hand intentionally. Nemiah was startled so she pulled back. She gave him a confused look. “There are creeping creatures out there. Something might pull you and I will not notice so I have to hold your hand.” Caius explained and held out his hand to her.

"You owe me twelve million dollars, Preston. I want it now." "I don't have twelve million in cash!" "Then sell the estate." "If I sell the estate, the council strips us of our seat!" Preston hissed, stepping closer. "Just give me a week! My sister is getting close to the Lycan Kings. She is going to be the next Luna. Once she marries Halil or Kai, I can pay you double what we owe." Staring blankly at the desperate young man, Victor slowly shook his head. "I don't deal in fairy tales," Victor whispered.

All pinched up, like she knew a secret she didn't want to tell. Then Caius walked in. He was the Alpha of the IronBlood Pack, the one who was supposed to take me. He came in last, like the rules said. The big shot always comes in last. He walked straight to the front, his steps loud on the stone floor. He didn’t look at me. Not one glance. My breath caught, but I told myself, It's just the ceremony. It has to be like this. He's just following the rules. That's what I kept telling myself. He stopped across from the Elder, near my father, Aldric. Caius stood so still. So completely, perfectly still. No fidgeting, no shifting weight. He was like a statue, carved right out of the mountain. It wa

KLAUS Klaus rumbled before starting to pace again. Although it was a real pain in the ass to have Mason as his Beta, it was Mason's birthright. He was not only a member of Stephen Cain's family line, but he had been set to take over his father's pack before they were killed. These facts by themselves forced Klaus to choose his Beta. He had to conceal his frustration at not being able to completely trust Mason.

“Do you see now? The goddess favors me. She replaced what was lost. While Ronan’s loss proves what he’s always feared—that he was never worthy.” Rage burns in my chest, but my body is sluggish, heavy. Darko’s absence gnaws at me like a missing limb. I clench my fists, forcing steel into my voice. “That thing inside you is no gift. It’s poison. The goddess doesn’t twist her creations.” Caius chuckles. “Says the Alpha who no longer has one.” The words hit harder than claws. I swallow them down, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Elder Nathan looks between us, sweat beading on his forehead. “If this is true… if Caius truly carries a new wolf—”

" But I hold back. Phill would start throwing things at me, I saw how he looks at me. I look back at the man lying on the ground thinking that two more children have been left without a father in the world, and my heartaches. What Azael has done is very unfair. Without thinking, I open the door and follow him. Scott, Phill, and Kya don't bother to stop me. I take out my gun in case someone is alive in the corridors and pay my full attention in case I have to defend myself. Finally, I successfully go outside and find Azael leaning on the warehouse's metal fence, smoking a cigar and expelling the smoke through his mouth. Wow, he's back to smoking. -Do you have no regrets? -shouted him. His fac