Caius Twilight Novels & Stories

He stretched out with positive indolence, his eyes a pure glimmer of light below the luxuriant veil of his ridiculously long lashes. “One of my PAs from the New York office… Five-foot ten, red-headed... my perfect kind of sin,” Christophe confided softly, reflectively, his eloquent mouth taking on a sensual slant. “She was as wild and hot as I was. I got laid in my coffee break…” Frozen by appalled disbelief that he could actually be confessing to such behavior, Lara was welded to the spot. Her vocal cords were strangled.

Sylvia hovered just behind him, her face a perfect picture of sympathy. “Alpha Thorne, Luna Liliana,” Caius said, his voice oozing false warmth. “I come first to express my deepest regrets for last night’s… unpleasantness. The safety of a guest, especially a treasured Luna, is our highest duty. We have questioned the kitchen staff. We found nothing, but the shame is ours.” He didn’t believe a word of it. I could tell. “To show our sincere wish for your protection and our hope for renewed friendship,” he continued, “I have brought a gift.” He held out a small velvet box.

I growled, lowering myself into the seat, one leg crossing over the other beneath the table, “there is still Alpha.” Darius clapped slowly, his laugh carrying across the hall. “Well done. What a show.” “You never cease to surprise me, Caius. I’ll give you that.” He lifted his glass in a mock toast, then drained it in one gulp. “Since you’ve decided to grace us with your presence—Alpha Caius…” his smile sharpened, “…or should I say, Dark?” The room stirred. “He’s the legendary Dark?” “I heard he’s lived for centuries.”

Waitstaff in suits and bow ties wheeled out a towering birthday cake, over six feet tall. “Time to cut the cake!” Amid the noise and excitement, someone placed a cake knife in Tara’s hand. Leo wrapped an arm around her, his hand guiding hers. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, “Let’s cut it together.” They moved toward the cake, and just as the knife sliced through it— “Am I late?” A tall figure appeared in the doorway. Leo froze, his hand still holding Tara’s. His expression shifted abruptly, his eyes darkening.

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.

A final verdict? Caius took a step into the room. The faint light from the window caught his features. Lynn’s breath hitched. Caius looked… ravaged. His face was pale, etched with deep lines of exhaustion. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes, which held a hollow, haunted look. His usually impeccable hair was disheveled, as if he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly. And Lynn caught it then—the faint, sharp scent of expensive whiskey clinging to him, not the smell of celebration, but of solitary, desperate consumption.

And now, he would be leaving today. I couldn't think of a single thing a guy like him would want from me. What could I possibly offer to repay him? The bathroom door opened, and my gaze lifted as Caius stepped out, shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair, trailing down his pale skin. Before I could stop myself, my eyes roamed over him, taking in every sculpted inch. He was breathtaking. His chest, toned body looked as if he spent hours working out or maybe he was just naturally blessed.

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.

In that instant, I could tell by mere looking at her that she knew, she messed up. "You have no idea who I am," Reiner said through clenched teeth. "I am CAESAR. Tell that to your other sluts when you hold your unreasonable meetings. You are dead, Audrey. Dead. You shall know no peace and forever be cursed. You've got ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes to get your sorry ass out of my sight and my island. You're henceforth banned from Sun island! Surprised? That's right, bitch. Forever you shall hear of Sun island but never set foot here. Your great grand father will regret this day, bitch. I am CAESAR. Don't ever forget my name, hoe. Now get the hell out of my sight!" He released her by roughl