Caraval Novels & Stories

The ride to the Great House was a quick one, the cars parked around the massive yard alongside the numerous sports cars of names and color. “It seems lateness holds runs deep in your blood?” a voice spoke from behind as Carlson held out his hands to help his woman out of the car. Tay and Kerl only sneered. “Indeed, and the same blood we all share” Kerlson answers back, not sparing the intruder a glance. “Cassandra held on to the hand of her man stepping out of the car, her beauty was enough to make Roland and Henry stop in their tracks to appreciate the beauty before them.

“You mean to that whore?” “Oh, not at all.” Carlo’s smile turned icy. “I’ll be marrying Isabella Cavalieri. Remember when you forced me to flee abroad? The Cavalieri family kept me safe, away from your reach. And it wasn’t out of charity, but love—my love for Isabella Cavalieri, who I’ll be marrying soon.” He leaned closer. “If you want to test me, go after her instead. Let’s see if your mother takes me out first, or if you fall under Cavalieri’s rage.”

As I pushed the door open, a shocking scene greeted me—the living room was brightly lit and filled with laughter and cheer. A round table was laden with a lavish Thanksgiving feast, the air heavy with the sweet aroma of pumpkin pie. My heart sank, and a chill ran through my body. My husband, Ethan Parker, and his first love, Mandy Sanchez, sat side by side on the couch, cuddling intimately, their faces adorned with content smiles. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law, Janet Wright, sat across from them.

Instead, he sprints over to a man carrying a wine barrel, insisting on having the man set it down so he can take a taste and be sure it’s perfect. “Your father is busy,” Mother says, her voice pleasant yet sharpened with an edge of annoyance. “Let’s just get you settled.” “Your Highness, allow me to assist,” my lady’s maiden, Cally, says as I approach the gilded carriage. The horses pulling it are some of the finest in our kingdom, bred to feature long, fluffy blond manes and wearing the bright blue standard of the Kingdom of Maelie, the largest human civilization on the Pearl Coast.

There were other boys inside, all crying, all hopeless. "There is one way to save him, girl," a neighbor whispered, leaning over me. It was Old Martha. She pointed a shaking finger toward the palace sitting high on the obsidian mountain. "The Catalyst Trials. The King needs a bride to take his curse. If a girl wins, she gets one wish. Any wish." I looked at the palace. It was a place of death. Every woman who went there never came back. They said King Alaric was a stone monster who ate the lives of his brides.

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

"We believe she saw something on it that made her cry before she left the café." The words struck Ethan instantly. "She cried?" His voice was barely a whisper. Mr. Oh nodded. Ethan took the phone with trembling hands. He entered Belle's passcode without hesitation. The screen lit up. And there, still open exactly as Belle had left it, was the headline. Young Billionaire of Asia, Ethan DelValle, to Marry New York's Runway Princess Sylvia Smith. Ethan's blood ran cold. His jaw tightened. With shaking fingers, he pressed play.

As she passed by Mario, he bowed his head and looked downward. "Your highness." She nodded and walked away, and Mario thought- 'as usual', and he mentally shook his head. Williams resumed his pace and walked his way out of the passage. Getting to the black car packed beside a wide, well-groomed garden, Williams was startled by the young maid who suddenly ran into them, breathing heavily. Her hair was rolled up and hidden in a small white cap. She trembled, scared that she might have upset the Prince as she jumped into their midst.

Ella laughed. "How many sets? We have a big enough oven." "I'm with Aisha and Jess." Ella spoke up immediately. "James and Aziel." Cas spoke up. "Tj and I." Joe started. "Attracta and Ruby." Nuel smiled "Unfair." "Be faster next time." Nuel smirked. "Choose your flavours guys." "Chocolate." Attracta smiled. "Vanilla." Ella folded her arms. "Red velvet." Cas smiled. " Banana." Jess said.

At last they bade each other goodbyes, Ivan and ivory entered the carriage which Keya was in while Chloe and Alfred entered another carriage which had the luggage of everyone. As the carriage moved ivory peeked out the window in excitement, she enjoyed seeing how the peasant carried on their daily activities, she also enjoyed breathing in the pollution free air it was simply refreshing. Keya stared at ivory with jealousy which was quickly concealed when she noticed Ivan studying her. Ivan and ivory sat opposite to her. ‘I don’t like you’ Ivan suddenly said which made both ivory and Keya look at him. ‘Me’ Keya asked pointing to herself. ‘Who’s the stranger here?’Ivan asked.