Caspian X Novels & Stories

A ringing sound is echoing in my ears and I start to feel dizzy. "Woah, easy there." A male voice is heard. I was placed back onto the bed and everything fades away. Squinting my eyes to see I notice a manly figure in front of me. I couldn't make out the appearance by the darkness but I noticed that he has long fawn hair that reached just underneath his eyebrows. And tattoos everywhere with a slit brow. It seems his eyes were a darker shade of brown with his cream-white skin. "Cyrus?" I questioned my voice coming out dry. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

The hilltop, once just a place of memories, now stands as the site of my rebirth. I flex my claws, feeling the power surge with each movement. The others gather themselves, some struggling to stay upright, but I stand tall. I am Caden, yes, but I am also the heir, the alpha’s son, the vessel of Fenrir's might. Tonight, I have crossed a threshold. There is no going back.

He said he was sore…epsom salts would be perfect, I’d thought as my eye caught the bag set beneath the wooden cabinet, and I poured a cup into the bottom before starting to run the water. Hmm, a little eucalyptus would help, and chamomile would be soothing, I’d thought to myself as I started the jets, put down the bag of salts, and looked through the drawers for the two herbs, finding them in prepacked, unopened bottles. Blegh, all store bought and full of chemicals no doubt, I thought to myself. But they’ll do for now. I continued making my bathing potion until finally, Prince Damien peeked his head inside. “Is everything ready?”

I found myself wondering how many tattoos he had. Then I lifted my eyes to his face to see that he wasn't handsome in the conventional way. Not flashy. Not charming. He was… precise. Controlled. The kind of composed that comes from absolute certainty. A man who knew exactly who he was. I realized I'd been watching him too openly. He turned, catching me. His eyes were the color of the ocean—calm on the surface, dangerous underneath. The intensity in them pinned me there, unable to break eye contact.

Caspian is the only person who can help me exact my Revenge on Theodore and the others who hurt me in the past. He is a HYBRID. He possessed both the power of a werewolf and a demon, and the only person to deal with Beatrice's black magic. I need to win his heart and make sure that he trusts me so much. By doing that, my mission to destroy the evil witch will come to reality. So, by stepping out of that room, Caspian will see that I am not obsessed with him and he would run after me, asking me not to be angry!

"Guys, let's start?" Everyone went to their positions. Rave's the drummer of the band, Dave's the main vocalist, Train's assigned on the keyboard and also the back-up vocal, and lastly, Peter's the guitarist of the band. They're not really an official band, they're like a group, formed just for this occasion. The whole place was filled with the sound of instruments and the good singing voice Dave had. Some members are listening in awe as to how good the boys are. The girls would surely swoon once they see the performance and how good looking the performers are.

Raymond replied. "Dude, can you leave all that funny shit and get your butt here, I really need you kiddo" His voice sounded tense. "Okay, I'll take the next available flight down there, I should be in the city by evening" Raymond answered. Caspian didn't wait for him to finish what he was saying as he hung up the call, he stepped into his cottage as he pulled off his clothes revealing a Lycan figure tattoo drawn on his black, his biceps complimenting his physique. His broad chest and tingling nipples made him look really like the King he was.

His voice so soft, it sounded foreign to my ears but I'm still mad at him. "Sounds like it. And just for your peace of mind, I came here for Tristan. Now, if you'll excuse me, he's waiting for me." I walked past him, making sure to brush his shoulder with mine, a little too aggressive and I was almost an inch away from the door when suddenly, I was pushed to it instead with Cyrus' body pushed to mine. "Don't you dare walk out on me." He said in a low tone but with power and pride. I'm really starting to think that he's a bipolar, I mean, one minute his calm the next, he's like a bomb.

We vampires just call it a bond, similar to a mate's band. But it's different; we understand better; we feel what the other may feel, and our priority is towards each other. Caspian is tall with broad, muscular shoulders, his hair is jet black, and he has blue eyes with a hint of gold. He has a small mole close to his lips that can only be visible from up close, and he carries a great six-pack that makes all the girls from the kingdom drool. Which is annoying, slutty leeches? Slam!!

"Return." The group began to leave, a group of people carrying large mirrors, a group of people walking on two sides. The man is walking in the middle, his figure is tall, and the suit on him makes him even more powerful. The gun on his side seemed to move with every step of its owner, silent but extremely scary. King Ivan coldly stepped into his big black business car, his face in the dim light became more and more deadly. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his chest inside was enchantingly strong.