Caius Twilight Novels & Stories

Ivy informed her. “Don’t say anything about Tyson,” Cain linked Ivy. “Got it,” Ivy replied. “So? Who is he?” Cain pressed when Calypso wasn’t saying anything. “He’s the Beta of the Twilight Moon Pack,” Calypso replied, but the mates knew that there was more to it. “Is that it?” Ivy pushed on. Calypso looked hesitant to say anything, but she figured she could trust the two.

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.”

So he bit his lip and stayed quiet, tail twitching beneath the blanket. Caius, noticing his discomfort, swooped in like a seasoned handler. He stepped forward with a lazy, easy smile and held out a hand. “That would be me, I am his manager, photographer and personal assistant” Nikolas’s gaze finally tore away from Orion long enough to size Caius up. Another handsome man, yes — but next to his muse, this one’s glow dimmed to candlelight. He took Caius’s hand with a hum of approval Caius' smile widened,” I won't stand on propriety, you may call me Caius”

“That was my life… I broke it off with Evangeline! I threw her out! You’re the only one in my heart now! Why would you trample on it like this?” “Because it’s tainted.” I turned my back on him, leaving him with nothing but my cold, resolute silhouette. “Looking at anything related to you makes me sick. Get out. Don’t make me have the guards throw you out like the trash you are.” … But I had underestimated Caius’s obsession. Or rather, his capacity for self-pity. He didn’t leave. For the next month, Caius became the biggest joke in the New Orleans dark world.

I willed them to fight for me, and they became extensions of my arms and my soul. I slashed through the darkness with the Aurora sword. Beams of light broke through it. I aimed for Mila. I slashed through her but her image dissipated in the clouds. I spun through the clouds with the two swords. The Aurora Sword broke the clouds apart. The Night Sword sucked the darkness in. Mila appeared by the stairs. Darkness snaked out of her and around the throats of each of the brothers. "Come with me or they all die." I froze in the middle of the bar. "Stop it."

Good thing, Caia was tehre to protect him. Before Dark could even kick Amadeo again, Caia held his sleeve to catch his attention. “No. This is fine,” she assured him. Yet, she pulled him closer, tiptoing as she wishpered in his ear. “But, is it because you have no money that you can’t hire more sevrants?” “Pft~ BWHAHAHAHHA!” “HAHAHAHHAH!” The twins, along with Theodore ended up bursting into laughter after hearing what Caia said. She didn’t realize she said it louder than she intended that t hey all heard it. Hopefully, the servants didn’t heard it too.

The door creaked open, revealing the beta, Kass. “Alpha Gabriel” Kass greeted respectfully, entering the room and shutting the door behind him. Kass is the strongest werewolf after me, making him my right-hand man and the pack’s Beta after the death of our parents. Physically, Kass is like the genie in Aladdin… Strongly built with large arms, strong arms and a serious face but a bit playful. Kass and I have been friends since childhood even though he’s two years younger than I am, not that I mind though. We didn’t fight a lot growing up, we mostly agreed on almost every single thing but Kass is a really serious person, not really though. He’s the type that’s serious when he should and is pla

1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!”

"Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!" Andre couldn't say a word in his defense. Overcome with rage, he fainted on the spot. Dad was enraged when he finally learned the truth from me. From then on, he began to target and attack the Twilight pack. The Twilight pack was hanging on a thread. After Dad retaliated against them, they finally faced their downfall. Losing their homes, they lived like nomads and became social outcasts. Callie had intended to marry Easton only because of the wealth of the Twilight pack. Even after learning that Andre had assumed Easton's identity, she did not care about the truth as long as she could live comfortably.

Because she taught me to feel, and that was a disease that needed to be eradicated. Aurora. Her light. Her gentle strength. Cassius was doing the same to her. Not with poison, but with humiliation, with control, slowly erasing her. And he would do the same to my son. “Where is Zweig?” My voice was the growl of Löwe, low and guttural. “We’re already tracking him. Cassius is keeping him hidden somewhere. Having his confession is the ultimate trump card.” I nodded, my mind already a tactical whirlwind. Rage was a luxury. Now precision was required.