Caius Twilight Novels & Stories

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

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.”

“This little bit of fight in you? It just makes it more exciting. Once the stuff fully kicks in, you’ll be begging me for more!” With that, he leaned down like a rabid animal and tried to kiss her. Tara’s entire body felt weak and hot, her stomach burning. She could barely struggle against him. In the room next door, Nina sat holding a glass of red wine, her eyes fixed on her phone screen. She turned to her assistant with a cold smile. “If Tara hadn’t been wearing pants today, Wesley would’ve already succeeded. But this is even better! It’ll just bring out more of his animal instincts.”

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.

It may seem sudden, but Twilight had conspired with this for years. She had caught everyone off guard by suddenly launching an attack. Larissa hurriedly returned to the Sawyer family. Her uncles, Mandon and Andrew, had the same symptoms. Ambrose looked cold as if a storm was brewing inside him. "What's the situation like outside?" Max reported solemnly, "Mr. Hamilton, things aren't looking great. Twilight has targeted the chairmen or chief executive officers of big conglomerates.

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