Caius In The Twilight Saga Mga Nobela at Kwento

His body—whole, powerful, the weight of ages gone as if it had never been. He looked around, disoriented— And then he saw her. At the back of the crowd stood a stunning blonde warrior, silent, eyes locked on his with an intensity that stopped his heart. Recognition struck them both like lightning. "MATE," Casius breathed. "MATE," Sera whispered at the same time. In that same moment, a newborn's cries could be heard from the infirmary. Luca was a father. Luca stilled. His son. He lifted his head to the full moon and howled.

Cassia’s POV "Impossible..." My hands shook. I read the prophecy again. And again. "Lady Hecate!" I screamed through the communion bond, my voice cracking. "The prophecy is wrong, isn't it? Aiden's soul is so strong! How could he just... die?" Through the array, Hecate’s voice was ice-cold. "The prophecy is never wrong, Cassia. Aiden is dead." "How..." My legs gave out. I hit the floor.

Caius continued, his voice gentler, "I hope you will approve. Because Nova loves you more than anything, and your opinion matters to her. Which means it matters to me." I studied him for a long moment. Derek had already vouched for him—quietly, carefully, knowing I'd need to make my own assessment. But Derek's judgment was sound. Caius was steady where Nova was storm, patient where she was impulse, calm where she was chaos. "Fine," I said. "But if you—" "You'll burn me alive. Yes. Nova already gave me that speech. Also something about castration with a rusty spoon." He smiled slightly. "You two really are twins."

Tendrils of electricity writhed around his shoulders, spanning down to his hands where they grew. “Holy shit.” Caius looked downright feral as he ran, his golden eyes speckled with hints of bright blue as he cracked the dual whips in his hands. Whips comprised purely of lightning. “You’ve stolen what’s mine,” his voice was laced with raw power. “And now you’re going to die for it.” Two wolves lunged as he neared, their mouths open and teeth glimmering brightly in the darkness. As they soared through the air Caius unleashed one of the whips.

A familiar figure stepped inside calmly wearing his usual black hoodie. Caius. Miguel’s expression froze completely. Caius shut the door behind him slowly before his brows furrowed faintly. “Why is your scent this bad?” Miguel let out a weak bitter laugh from the bed. “I thought you forgot about me already.” Caius ignored the sarcasm entirely. His eyes stayed fixed on Miguel silently for a second too long. Then something changed. Miguel noticed it immediately. Caius’s expression darkened subtly, his eyes shifted. A faint purplish glow flickered beneath them.

"Lyra is running around crying, bitching to anyone who will listen that you and the idiot actually consummated the Pact." Caius didn't say a word. He just stood up slowly, his dark cloak shifting around his shoulders. The air around him dropped twenty degrees in a single second. The aura bleeding off him wasn't just cold; it smelled like absolute suffocating death. Without a single look back, he turned on his heel and stalked toward the western tower, every step cracking the stone beneath his boots just enough to show how close he was to snapping someone's neck. We watched him disappear around the corner. Once the heavy dread of his presence faded down the hall, Julian let out a long breath

No one will become a slave to their deceitful contracts and be robbed of their freedom and everything they own because of these vermin. He will burn them all in stakes and chain their souls down to the path of the damned where Cerberus will gobble them whole... He will purge the world of witches and destroy the evil of their magic... Because he is Cairus, Slayer of Witches... And he had found his next target all thanks to a tower of darkness. He observed her from the window of her hospital room happily speaking with the Lightbringer knight, Phoebus Granger. He watched her carefully, engraving her name on the bullets he will use to nail on her coffin.

Written in handwriting I recognize. Caius's handwriting. *"She has my eyes. Did you really think I died in that fortress? Did you really think it was over? I'm taking back what's mine. Starting with my daughter. You have 24 hours to bring me the crown. Or you'll never see her again. And this time, I won't be merciful."* My blood turns to ice. Caius is alive. And he has Mira. "That's impossible," Damon says. "We watched him die. The bond broke. He's dead."

"You gave me the rope." "I gave you the chance to come forward," Thalrion says. "That's what you did with it." Caius sits down in the nearest chair without being invited. He sits like a man whose legs have made a decision without asking him and he looks at his hands for a moment and then looks at Thalrion and says, "Noctyros has my sister." The room does not change. The fire keeps going. The morning light keeps coming through the windows. And those four words rearrange everything without moving a single physical thing.

“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