Caius Twilight Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The sun gently falls across his face, caressing it with delicate finesse. Everything about him is beautiful. I study his features, high cheek bones beneath haunting eyes. Each one is chiseled perfection, the flawless molding of an immortal man carved of marble flesh. His muddy, red eyes meet my gaze, the color reminds me of our night together, and the healing bite marks prickle with heat on the side of my neck. “You should still be sleeping,” Caius murmurs, breaking our gaze to stare out at the sky. “I’m not tired,” I say, clutching the blanket to my chest and nodding to the view. “Besides, when was the last time we got to just sit and watch the sunrise?”

Abruptly, a smooth, mocking voice echoed from the heavy drapery. I snapped my eyes open to see Caius leaning against the stone pillar. Frowning deeply, I scoffed, "Aren't you supposed to be commanding your omegas on the tribunal floor for your guild's bid? What are you doing in a private sanctuary?" "I am merely monitoring what matters most—your well-being," he purred. Then, he stepped behind the couch, his large, warm hands reaching down to firmly massage my throbbing temples. His grip was incredibly strong, but the precise pressure he applied to my pressure points was completely perfect. At first, my instincts screamed to recoil from his touch, but he used his physical weight to hold me ge

And now that McCoy’s are at the rock, all thanks to fucking Hall, they did that. When I enter my bedroom, Inessa is on the bed, the lights are off, the city lights and the moon are the ones that brighten the room a little to see the things. I don’t have any energy in my body, so I slam on the bed without changing my clothes, I need to take a shower, these clothes have been on my torso for 20 hours now, but I am not in the state to think all these right now.