Caius Volturi 소설 & 이야기

“Is it true? Are the humans looking for us?” Romano rolled his eyes, irritated. “They are.” In a blink, Caius was in front of him. He seized Romano by the throat, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. Romano could barely breathe. “If you try anything that endangers my family,” Caius said quietly, his voice deadly, “I’ll show you why they called me Dark. I haven’t forgotten what you did to Selene. I’m only holding back because she asked me to.” His grip tightened.

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

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

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.

Ignoring Lola's trembling, Caesar accurately found the spot he had bitten the night before. He didn't create any new wounds on this pitiful girl. The scabbed area was pierced again by his sharp teeth, and Caesar tasted her blood—a faint rust-like taste, slightly salty. He suspected that the blood vessels of this girl were filled with pheromones soaked in jasmine flowers, an intense and strong attraction that made Caesar unconsciously press her against his chest.

That power to make a squeaky voice sound authoritative belonged to just one person, the human leader, the grand commander, General Hannibal Gisco. The stout, bulky, grey headed general paraded the space, separating the twelve thrones made for the elder gods and himself from the rows of wooden benches made for the subjects, carrying an icy chill with each stamp of his foot against concrete floors. The hall fell to a hush, irking Lucian even more. He hated the power they had given the General but in Hannibal's case, he could understand why. The other Lortals was a different case. Hannibal Gisco was the man the word 'ruthless' had been crafted for. He never spoke too often or minced words durin

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

“Let him go.” The velvety, rich voice cuts into Stephan’s sentence like a knife to softened butter. Stephan flinches at the same terrifying voice that manages to bring me relief. It’s Caius. My vampire. “Afraid I can’t do that,” Stephan says. “Boss’ orders, you see.” Caius lowers the hood of his cloak to reveal red orbs of insatiable fury. His features are menacing against the moonlight, and he turns slowly to face Stephan and me.

The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity, heavy with the realization that the ancient power of Volterra had just been brought to its knees—not by a silver blade, but by the raw, defiant courage of a mortal. With a venomous snarl, Caius lowered his obsidian dagger. He shoved it back into his belt, turning his back on Maya with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred. He marched back up the dais and slammed himself back into his throne, staring blankly into the shadows. Aro let out a soft, breathy sigh of relief, a thin smile returning to his parchment-like lips. He extended his arms wide, gesturing to the heavy oak doors.

They call him 'The King Of Beasts ' With the might of lightning and a single sway of his sword, he tore through space, defying time and gravity, with eyes glistening like the twelfth star. His presence commanded the forces aligned with the earth as everything fell under his command. The wind bellowed to his command, and the earth quaked at his arrival. Yes, The Lord Caesar Monsorrie was that being. The scent of the White water lily has always been his weakness ever since he grew to discover his sonship, but funnily enough, he is always drawn to it, unable to control the urge to always go crazy when it is in the same vicinity as him; it is similar to that of an addiction.