Caius Volturi Novels & Stories

She also had never engaged with a human or any other sifter before, so she did not know how to distinguish between the different races. “What do you mean?” Alinta asked nervously. “Apologies. Let me introduce myself. I am Dacian Cojocaru, a vespertillio,” he said with a smile, revealing his long canines. “Vespertillio? That means bat in Latin; he’s a vampire. Cool!” Angela exclaimed, intrigued. “Oh! I guess I can ask you the same thing then, seeing Mercurysburg is werewolf terrain,” Alinta said, now feeling more relaxed.

The vampire collapsed in a twitching heap, black blood steaming into the snow. Caius released it and spat, hackles raised. "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting." "Focus," I snapped aloud. "How commanding." Valtheris said smiling. Caius bound toward us, tawny fur streaked in black, ready to flank. "I'm coming in." "NO." He skidded slightly. "Rowan-" "This is my fight. My own." Caius hesitated. Only for a heartbeat. The BloodBorn blinked once, slow. Curious.

CAIUS I was losing my mind. Three weeks. Three weeks of Lira refusing to acknowledge the bond. Three weeks of her resisting even the smallest touches. Three weeks of me—Alpha Caius Vexmoor, the most feared wolf in the north—being utterly, helplessly ignored. And my Beta and Gamma were enjoying every damn second of it. I sat at the head of the long wooden table in the war room, fingers tapping against the armrest. The fire in the hearth crackled, the scent of burning cedar thick in the air, but it did nothing to warm the frustration simmering beneath my skin.

came the deep, controlled command. The maids left without another word, and the door slammed shut behind them. Silence fell then I turned my head slowly and saw him. Alpha Kael Vorthrane. He was tall, broad, perfectly imposing. The light reflected off the sharp lines of his face, highlighting a faint scar along his cheekbone that made him look all the more dangerous. His dark hair was swept back carelessly, as though the world itself bent around him and his cold, merciless eyes locked onto me as though he could see straight into my thoughts.

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

Ransom threatens in a deadpan tone. “Ah, purdy eye. How I’ve missed you. I keep your eye on me wherever I go. It’s my most prized possession, just like Pixie will be. I’m going to have fun breaking this Viper I found. She reminds me a lot of certain former lead of Las Mangemorts. I believe they called him the Cajun Gator King.” “Tempest is going to destroy you and that’s if the Serpent’s Witch doesn’t get to you first,” I stated.

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

she asked. “I—I don’t know names, just tags. One of them is ‘Rhetor.’ The other—‘Lucret.’” Varian’s gaze sharpened. “Lucret?” Voss nodded again. “They’re the one Corsair answers to. I swear.” The name hung heavy. Lucret wasn’t new—it had surfaced before, attached to whispers of the Arbiters’ internal council. No face, no data. Just a myth. Liora leaned in, her voice quiet but cutting. “Where’s the vault?”