Caius Volturi Novels & Stories

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

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

******************************** INDEX: villa urbana - A grand, luxurious country estate ientaculum - Breakfast or morning meal ligula - spoon culter - knife Vetera castrum - military camp in chapter 2 (little boots) fabulae - Mythical stories or legends, in this case, about the Roman gods Cicero and Caesar - Famous Roman statesmen and writers whose works and legacy would still have been widely studied and admired in ancient Rome historae - Historical accounts or stories gentes - Noble families or clans achromatopsia - A rare genetic disorder that affects Caligula's vision, causing him to see the world in shades of gray

"Winning or losing, isn't it obvious? The Vale family, who you thought were so good to you, are inside trying to please my man. What, is your man not up to the task?" Katrina gritted her teeth, fuming at the mention. She had thought bringing Marcus back would overshadow Serena, but to her dismay, Serena had brought Damien. Damien Kade was a name known throughout the city—a notorious figure. He wasn't exactly a good guy. The rumors surrounding him never ceased, from nightclub stars to celebrities and socialites, countless women flocked aroundhim. And that wasn't all. The key thing about this man was that he wasn't just handsome and well-built but also wealthy and reportedly very generous. He

“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.

His eyes avoided mine and pinching the bridge of his nose, Leonardo took a deep breath before he opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t know how Aurora came to be in contact with Giovanni, but I don’t think that she knows who Giovanni really is, Dante” Leonardo said, lowering his voice. I was thankful for the fact that the walls of the office were soundproof. Being a werewolf, Giovanni designed most of the rooms that he stayed in to have soundproof walls, most probably to prevent any other wolf from hearing whatever he was talking about.

Roman cussed but still tried to come to terms with the plan “It worked didn’t it? Not in the way I planned but nobody got hurt so it’s a win win” Lucas got up from the couch and headed to the mini bar for another drink “Sorry if I’m not catching up” Harley chuckled confusedly “but what is wolfs bane” “It’s like plant, also known as aconite and it’s pretty dangerous to werewolves. It can weaken or shut down the whole system once it gets to the heart.” Lucas explained while pouring himself another glass of bourbon

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.