Caraxes Novels & Stories

The ride back to the estate was silent, save for the soft sound of the rain showering against the tinted windows. Olivia sat rigidly in the leather seat of Victor’s car, her wrists still tingling from where the ropes had cut into her skin. Victor sat beside her, his broad frame tense, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee as if trying to cover the storm within him.

he added, reminiscing. Carissa went to the weapons room, and retrieved the gleaming silver spear with its striking red ribbon. The silver spearhead and the red ropes tied at the junction of the spearhead and shaft were dazzling. Her father had named it the Rose Spear because it was both sharp and beautifully adorned with rose carvings. Hidden within the roses were mechanisms that released small arrows when pressed. The red ribbon swayed with the spear’s movements, making it a weapon that struck fear into her enemies' hearts.

ARIA'S POV The afternoon sunlight flooded through the open double doors of the storage loft, casting long, clean beams across four massive cedar chests lined with greased sheepskin. Marcus knelt beside the first chest, his calloused hands carefully arranging the newly forged felling axes in alternating rows so their razor-sharp heads wouldn't nick one another during the pack-train journey south. Each axe handle, shaped from seasoned hickory by Thomas and David, gleamed with a smooth, golden polish under the spring light.

The heavy cable attached to the harpoon begins to retract violently, dragging a massive, heavily armored iron war-carriage right through our defensive gates. The iron-plated wheels grind against the stone floor with a screeching metallic wail, crushing the remains of the wooden barricades as if they were made of dry twigs. Sparks shower into the air from the friction, illuminating the grotesque, spiked hull of the war-carriage and the jagged runes carved into its side that channel raw, synthetic dark magic.

Then Alexei sighed. “Alright, we can do this the old-fashioned way.” He stood up and walked over to the counter beside him. The drawer opened with a creak. Pliers. Silver needles. Syringes with concentrated belladonna. He picked up a small curved blade. Thin, delicate, almost artistic. “This one was made to cut Lycan skin without triggering immediate regeneration. It causes excruciating pain and slow healing. It was a gift from a friend in Romania.” He spoke as if commenting on wines. “Let’s see if your traitor skin reacts the same way.”

A voice greeted from the night, Ethan and Marcus turned to face the newcomer, approaching them with bodyguards. Axel disappeared somewhere behind them, “I heard you are on the run,how come you are out here doing business deals” The sarcasm was evident. “So I heard,my source of wealth has been bursted,but I don't know the people spreading such baseless rumors” The both men shook hands firmly,Ethan led the way as they walked towards the cars waiting for them, their entourage following closely behind.

I took a deep breath, and the road widened, becoming a smooth, perfect expanse of silver. "The demons are trying to slow us down!" One of the Archangels dove, its glass wings clipping the edge of the road, sending shards of corrupted data flying. It leveled a lance of pure Null-Code at my rear tire. "Dax, the Gavel!" Dax stood up on the pegs, his balance perfect despite the speed. He didn't just swing the iron gavel; he channeled the Origin-Code through it. As the hammer struck the Archangel’s lance, the chrome construct didn't explode it remembered. It flickered, its predatory shape softening into the image of a simple, rusted bicycle, before dissolving into a cloud of peaceful white dust.

He leaned against the wall casually, which somehow made me want to punch him more. “There isn’t enough time for the long version.” “Then give me the short one.” His eyes flicked toward Isabella briefly before returning to me. “The Axis wasn’t created to hold power.” A pause. “It was created to contain it.” Silence settled heavily across the infirmary. Ash frowned first. “Okay, see, that sentence alone is enough to ruin my entire week.” Kaelen ignored him. “Contain what.” Lucien’s expression darkened slightly. “Something old.”

CHAPTER 22 BELLA “WHAT PRODUCT DO YOU DEAL? WHO IS YOUR CURRENT SUPPLIER AND WOULD THEY HAVE A PROBLEM SHOULD YOU CUT THEM OFF?” Alex continued speaking loudly and in an assertive tone while sounding genuinely interested in doing business with Mason, whom like the fool that he is started singing like a canary bragging about the products he deals and which areas he supplies and then started to bad mouth the mafia family who is his current supplier. He even dared to ask if Gabriel would offer him protection as they would come after him once he cut them off. Alex assured him that he would have 24/7 protection! Thereafter, the focus was back to me. “What do you want in return for my whore? Take

Roy was driving back to his pack when he noticed something ahead. He drove closer and realized that it was a fallen tree. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, wondering how it got there, because it wasn’t there when he and Alan drove past earlier. “How did this get here?” he murmured, bringing his car to a halt.