Caius Twilight Novels & Stories

“I believe her… I saw Aurelia in front of the Dimension Observation Device. It’s basically a ground zero, It’s impossible for her to have her body intact like this.” That otherworlder wearing white with a fiery red coat on top. He slowly descent to the ground and stood beside Aurelia. “I’m Caius Nipius Tullus, your assistant. Nice to meet you again, Miss Aurelia.” Caius bow to Aurelia and stood still. “Oh! It’s you, Caius, how are you doing?” Aurelia patted his shoulder smiling. Caius is the one with a cool head on his shoulder and he also had a strong reason to go back which is his wife and daughter who might still be waiting for him in their old world.

I roared, and the deafening din of my Alpha voice seemed to sweep away the fog of brown mist in The Darkness. More of our Infinity soldiers scrambled forward, stabbing down what was left of the attackers until they had formed a tight ring around me. “That’s the last of them, we’ve sent out rangers to begin recovery,” Caius hissed, brushing long claws through his windblown hair. His harsh gray eyes narrowed to slits when they met mine, leaving the rest of his face encased in shadow. He looked like one of the ghouls lost to The Darkness. Or maybe the dark mist was making me see things.

Cian tilted his head upwards and towards the sky as his snout flared angrily, his golden eyes glared towards the darkening sky as the sun began to set, the full moon was barely visible in the sky as he pressed his pointed ears back before filling the air with a deepened howl that made me shiver from excitement. The figures of the other two men finally caught my attention, their massive forms dominated the space from around them as they had shifted at the same time as their Alpha, I examined both Quest and Caius’s furry forms out of curiosity. Caius’s fur was a deep auburn that had a hint of red hues that resembled his hair colour, he was smaller in size compared to his brother and yet he was

“Dear, Callius is dominant and does what he wants. His heart is the only influence that moves him, just as Caius’s cold rationality leads his decisions. You have no fault for what happened here. I just urge you caution.” “What do you mean?” “Back in the Great War, Caius was our greatest general. The deabru shook with terror just at the whisper of his name. With their darkest magic, they tried to kill him once and for all. It didn’t work, though. All their magic did was tear his soul in two, leaving him with two broken pieces. Two pieces that are always born into twin brothers. Together they manage to function more or less normally, though they have only a fraction of Caius’s original strengt