Caraxes Novels & Stories

"You guys are all the same!" Alexandra paces around her room trying to control the anger she was feeling. She felt like destroying anything she came in contact with. Her anger issues were getting the best of her. Meanwhile, Karis who seemed to be focused on whatever she was doing on her phone, becomes alert when Alexandra starts throwing things. "Mind the mirror!" Karis says. "Is it your mirror?" Alexandra fires. "Not that, am only concerned." Kari's says, and goes back to what she was doing on her phone.

I picked up a polo to wear and shivered at the vivid memory of the dream I just woke up from. The image was still still as clear as day. A burning car.... The screams, still ringing in my head, as if it was just yesterday. Agonizing screams of my parents and the king, cries of a new born baby as they all burned to nothing, along the car they were riding in. It is 18 years already. But that experience is something I can never forget for the rest of my life. Not just me, but the four princes who lost just as much as I did.

' I ask in utter awe. Beaming proudly, Micah tilts himself back and forward from his tippy toes to his heels, 'Well, actually, I didn't come across it. I made it. It's taken me many months to forge. I wanted it to be perfect,' he smiles, 'I used the finest and rarest materials to make it. The sheath is made of silver, and the dagger is made from Moonstone and Silver. I engraved my eye into the fuller so you know I always have my eye on you,' he winks, 'And the hand of the dagger is made from dragon bone,'

Alexander’s chuckled, his voice seem to vibrate as he got out of the flames. Getting a grasp of things throughout their short fight, he was able to divulge the difference between the three. Giro was the name of the one without sleeves, whose strength was formidable. Cicero was the one whose body was fully covered, boasting a remarkable speed. And Metikulo was the only one wearing a robe with a large open sleeve, seemingly quite adept in magic. Hearing their voice he was sure that they were just young boys.

Dax threw me onto the ground with a hard landing and then covered me with his body to make sure I wasn't getting hit with the bullets that were flying all around us. As I lay there I could see our wolves getting hit and I wasn't liking this one bit, if they had silver knives the chances are they might have silver bullets, so our wolves wouldn't make it with a silver bullet inside them we would have a very short period of time to remove the bullet before the silver had spread too far in their body and then nothing we did would help them.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I rush into the arena, and the sight in front of me makes me pause. In the middle of the pit is a massive three-tailed fox, its white fur gleaming under the dim lights. The crowd is on their feet, screaming and roaring with bloodlust. The fox is surrounded by five wolves and a panther, each one circling, waiting for an opening. But it’s not just any fox. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart racing. It’s Legion.

Axel has the silver eyes of Aries. He steps towards me and I reluctantly let go of Ajax who huffs, and has me smiling at him. Axel is a tiny bit smaller, but every bit stunning ‘He is so sexy’ Adira says practically drooling. Running my hands through his fur, he purrs and leaned into me the same as his brother did. Before I can say or do anything he gently knocks me over to Ajax, who catches me.

He paused what he was doing and went over to have a look at the object that had attracted the moon rays. With a wide grin on his face, he lifted the sharp axe and inspected its quality. The wide zigzag blade was over a foot long and a millimetre sharp at both sides with silver coating at the edges of the blade. The staff was made of strong lead and was almost a metre long. He nodded to himself because he knew the kind of havoc he could create with a weapon as beautiful as what he was holding. “That’s a beastly axe, Your Highness.” Marcus came close to whisper in his ear. He was holding two daggers that he had made from the broken pieces of glass and steel that he could assemble.

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.