Caius Volturi Novels & Stories

A long, black tendril of his hair tickled her skin as he leaned forward and ran his tongue slowly up her spine. She shivered and moaned, making his cock flex at the sound. He licked up her spine again and again, taking a moment to nip with his teeth, which sent her into a frenzy of movement. Her skin looked so delicate, but he knew her heritage made her a thousand times stronger than he was, even when he was in full health. Cassia was Vârcolac: both vampire and wolf. She had a feisty lust that made her the most alluring woman he had ever lain with.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

Caius said, his voice dripping with triumph, "that we’ve seen enough." He turned his gaze toward Vane. The Elder looked like he wanted to shrink into the shadows. He was trembling, he knew exactly what he’d just witnessed. He assumed I’d used some kind of hidden mechanism, a trick, or perhaps a minor, pathetic talent that didn't matter. He didn't realize I’d just rewritten the physics of the floor. He didn't know I was capable of anything more than being a 'human' vessel. "Does anyone else," Caius continued, his voice darkening, "have any questions about my consort’s... 'human' limitations?"

Seb keeps his eyes on the guy and stands near the man, twirling his axes in a vaguely threatening manner, “What’s your name anyway?” The guy smirks and inclines his head, “Apologies, I am Caelius Notaro, of the house Notaro in Genoa, Italy. We are a respected house; I was drawn to the Veil for their ideals of unity and peace. The ones I followed here, I am undercover with them from my side of the Veil. They are led by a crazed man who wants a genocide of the Humans. I do not wish for that, nor does my house, or The Veil I truly work for. I stand against these bastards who would kill others for little more than personal preference.” Seb nods,

Livia spun around. He leaned against a column just a few steps away, as if the night itself belonged to him. Marcus Aurelius Caius. The eldest son of the hated clan. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the physique of a man equally at home in the Senate and in swordplay. His dark hair fell in wavy strands across his forehead, and his eyes—an unusual, deep golden-brown—seemed to glow in the torchlight. He wore a tunic of midnight-blue wool, fastened at the shoulders by a golden fibula. The fibula depicted a dove with an arrow in its beak—the symbol of Venus. "Perhaps that is exactly what I am doing," Livia replied coolly, yet her voice betrayed her. It was too soft. Too breathless.

She felt a great deal of sympathy for the little child, yet she knew she had to blame someone. Ramon Fridling!!! “Rumours then circulated that young master Ramon was a demon and this house was a slaughter house. It was believed that the previous ancestors of Sir Ramon all killed their first to third wives. As a result, people avoided this family... Just a few people actually. So meaningless an amount of haters and so the Fridlings were totally unbothered.” Violet creased her forehead and then turned away, walking out followed by her two handmaidens. Of course she had heard the rumours concerning her so called husband. He was the demon everyone feared, yet loved.

, Valkyrie said in his always ' I am very sure' demeanor, looking like Aro, the leader of the volturi in the Twilight series with his pale face, except that his hair wasn't grown out. " So what are you insinuating?" Valeria asked in an intricately annoying manner. The two never ceased to make it too obvious that they were in a cat and dog relationship. " I say we attack first, we should raid the Northcave pack and attack just like we did with the Westlake pack", an overpowering aura was building up in him. " And have you forgotten that the Northcave pack sealed off their territory with ash-wood trees?" Valeria bantered back.

Tendrils of electricity writhed around his shoulders, spanning down to his hands where they grew. “Holy shit.” Caius looked downright feral as he ran, his golden eyes speckled with hints of bright blue as he cracked the dual whips in his hands. Whips comprised purely of lightning. “You’ve stolen what’s mine,” his voice was laced with raw power. “And now you’re going to die for it.” Two wolves lunged as he neared, their mouths open and teeth glimmering brightly in the darkness. As they soared through the air Caius unleashed one of the whips.

he let go of his neck finally. Caius coughed hardly to catch his breath, while rubbing his neck. “So you have chosen to act as her fucking slave?” Caius seethed out at him, bringing a smirk on his face. “Isn't that what we have always been to her?” He grinned. Caius clenched his palms. “Don't forget, you are standing in front of that person who has build this Alvaro empire all alone,” Zaiden's grin widened, hearing Caius's words.

LUCIEN The black crystal pulsed softly, its shadowed depths revealing fragments of voices and stories I had no business hearing. But I listened anyway, because the truth, no matter how twisted, was all that mattered now. I could hear Morgana’s voice, her words reverberating in my head as she spoke of Malakar’s daughter and the blood that ran through Caius. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—Caius was the vessel. He was the one that carried the dark magic, the legacy of Malakar.