Caspian X Novels & Stories

I chose to die for a boy who isn't 'mine' by blood. "I may be a recording," Caspian-00 growled, his voice vibrating the digital study until the walls began to peel away. "But a recording can be played until the tape burns. And I’m going to burn you out of this network." The Counter-Strike In the physical world, Caspian’s eyes snapped open. They weren't black anymore. They were a blinding, supernova white. He didn't fly toward the Leviathan. He reached down into the ocean itself. Using the molecular vibration of the Berlin Prototype, he seized the salt and the water.

‘Oh God…’ I sigh and look outside of the window. The most beautiful thing outside is the shining sun as its sweet sunlight is entering throughout the room. The birds are chirping outside and it is pleasant to the eyes and ears as well. I turn to look at the door of the bathroom. Sanam comes out of it. A white towel is loosely hanging around his waist and no doubt, he is looking damn hot like this. That large scary scorpion tattoo is exposed and looking amazing on the side of his hip. Plus, I can never forget about the tattoo of my name.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

I made a shuddering sound as I glaze on the three unconscious men, now tied on different nooks of the shop. “Now, now what do we have here.” I sneered as Caleb Salazar groaned and wheezed as he slowly lifts his head a frown etched on his face. I smile at him before wiping it off as I realize that he couldn't see my face. “Who are you?” Rage is now visible as his body tenses after a few moments of trying to collect his bearings. “A beautiful nightmare you won’t be escaping from.” I chirped as I dramatically removed the hood I’d been wearing before stepping a couple of feet in front of him.

Her hair draped over her shoulders like she was the goddess of the goddamn ocean and maybe it was just me but I think she illuminated in the water. We played in the water for quite a while before finding our way back up. We kept splashing water on each other like children and competing with each other who could hold their breath under the water longer. The first time Winter dived in and didn’t come back out in thirty seconds, I was scared she had drowned but it turned out she’s just a werewolf with aquatic powers. Going into the water was fun and going back up was not as difficult as I thought it would be. I guess just never took enough interest in the water and I’m glad I never did because

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!

The enemy was now dead. “Beautiful, isn’t he?” Caspian’s voice rumbled behind me, low and warm. I turned to find him closer now, his expression softer than I’d ever seen it. His hair was a little mussed from the battle, his shirt stained with dust and blood, but to me, he had never looked more powerful. Or more mine. “He’s perfect,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “Everything about all of this is perfect.” Caspian didn’t hesitate.