Caius Volturi Novels & Stories

Every step, every glance was measured, a silent signal of unity and power. Caius entered with a calculated air, eyes sharp, lips curled in a polite but predatory smile. He greeted the council members with smooth words, but Zaria could sense the undercurrent—the way he subtly positioned himself closer to influential members, the slight flexing of energy that hinted at latent power, and the glint of cunning in his gaze. Lucien’s golden eyes tracked him like a predator, muscles tense, jaw set. The bond pulsed sharply at Caius’ presence, warning Zaria that this rival was not merely political—he was supernatural, attuned to power in ways that made him a formidable opponent.

That's the rule, so the man have to sleep with someone in order to leave the hotel, unless the guy wants to live there forever. Darrem forgot that the lady wasn't aware of his role in this business. He has no plan on telling her anyway. If he would reveal to her that he was the CEO and founder of Casa Roma, he will lose the thrill of their meeting. He was Darrem Roma, the CEO and founder of Casa Roma. He was the youngest child of Chasy and Roy Roma, one of the richest businessman in America. Their family own Vianca Island, and many properties and land around the world. They also own T-RACE, a known shoe brand and Aromani Wine. His mother gave him the permission to manage the resort business

We snap and tear, locked together, power crashing between us. “You should have stayed mine!” he roars. “I was never yours!” I snarl back. I headbutt him, hard enough to crack bone. He yelps, stumbles and that’s when Draven hits him. Black and merciless. Draven slams Caius into the ground, jaws closing around his throat. Caius thrashes, claws scrabbling uselessly. Daemon appears at Draven’s side, grey blur, teeth sinking into Caius’s leg. Darius joins them, golden fury pinning Caius down.

Kael’s movements are fluid, a rogue’s grace coupled with a werewolf’s strength. Caius moves like a shadow, calculated, precise, his warrior’s intuition honed through survival. Lucien, centuries of experience etched in every controlled motion, teaches restraint as much as attack, his vampire heritage lending him a deceptive swiftness that leaves the teens scrambling to keep up.

If only they knew that I would rather be in Bora Bora enjoying my teen years than rule a bunch of stubborn goats masked as wolves. "If you could see the resemblance between my brother and father, surely your eyes are working fine enough to notice the same with Alpha King Alexander and Valeria. Besides, these are certified by three independent labs," Caius replied, his voice ice-cold. "But if you want to waste your time and money, go ahead and do it." Caius always had a way of making other feel stupid in a subtle way and I loved it. Teach me your ways, master. "I see you came to pick a fight," Beard Guy growled.

How could it be so difficult for Alpha Marcus to throw them off? "I used my mind, my Lord. And the poison began to spread immediately because he became weak." The bigger one answered and bowed his head simultaneously. They guessed it was one of the deadliest poisons since it reacted immediately but then a mere Drudge Vampire couldn't possess the deadliest poison. Only a Grand Elder of the Volturi could possess such poison so how was it possible that it reacted immediately?

He looked like a predator ready to strike, his glare fixed on me. “She won’t say it, so I will,” Caesar spat. “Aurora slaughtered Volak in cold blood and unleashed the creatures of Velmoria! She destroyed the balance, ignited war, and you all cheer as if she’s some savior!” Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd. Warriors and council members murmured among themselves, their voices swelling into a storm of whispers. I froze, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs. Damion’s hold on me didn’t waver—not yet. His arms remained firm around my waist, shielding me from the growing chaos. His golden eyes narrowed at Caesar, but he didn’t speak. Not until Caesar said the one thing that made my

His crimson eyes were darker than usual, and there was a tight, uncharacteristic tension around his mouth. "Speak," Killian commanded, taking his place behind the large mahogany desk, gesturing for me to sit beside him. Valerius stopped pacing, placing both hands flat on the desk. "When Aurelius woke, he triggered the tectonic plates to summon his wyverns," Valerius began, his aristocratic voice tight. "But the earthquakes didn't just crack volcanoes, Killian. They shattered the ancient crypts deep beneath the Carpathian Mountains in Romania."

The decision had already been made. Alpha Caius was a ruthless, unforgiving man that was feared across the south and beyond. His name alone was enough to turn the blood of warriors to ice. He was more than a leader, he was a force of destruction, a walking death sentence. His pack, the Blood Howl Crest, was forged in the fires of war and its members were born to fight and trained to kill. Alpha Caius was a wolf written in blood. Towering. Scarred. Merciless. He led every war himself, cutting through enemies like a blade through flesh.

Ris retorted further, “the Voltura members were only partially caught, I said. This means, some others managed to escape somewhere. The rumor said they had succeeded in entering the First Earth, and the members of the Voltum chased and crushed them. However, no one really believed that the former Voltura members had all been paralyzed, especially the leader of the Voltura. A volt with a Talent Secret like that is very difficult to defeat.” “Why?” Venus asked in surprise. Ris answered more grimly, “Bizura, as we call the Secret Talent volts, is capable of mastering all Talents. However, there is one talent that really dominates, and that becomes their weakness. No one else can know what their