Caspian X Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

How weird. “Anyways, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you shadow walker.That's bit too risky” “No” His answer is quick and plain.I sigh, thinking of a name to give him. “Xander?” I suggest. Before I could ask if he liked the name, a menacing growl from outside stole my attention. I looked down the window and saw three wolves on Zion and others on Drax. Zion shifts but Drax remains fighting in his human form.

How could I think like that towards Haidyn whom I had much to be grateful for? "Tell us another story!" A younger girl with blonde hair scraped back into two pigtails had begged, slipping her hand into Haidyn's, "I love hearing you talk. Your voice is so pretty." I felt a sudden sharp pain on the left side of my chest. All the emotions that I had been bottling up since the previous night suddenly poured out in one immense, tsunami-like action. I stood there and sobbed. I sobbed so hard that my shoulders were shaking irrepressibly and that my legs gave way, making me crash onto the floor in an undignified heap.

So often in fact, that I had grown used to him finding a loophole out of our ideas, and finding more and more ways to torture me. Xavier turns my face to his. He runs his hand along my cheek, pulling me in close. He knows as much as I do that this would just be like Craig. Finding a way out of this once more. Craig is relentless in his mission to make me suffer. He's like the cockroach that can't be killed. The hydra that only grows another head after each strike. It feels absolutely impossible that he could actually be dead.

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.

Blood splattered. “Freedom?” Caspian snarled, eyes burning with hate. “You had me in chains for years. You beat me, broke me, used me like a weapon—and now you want to talk about freedom? Fuck you, Shadow. You and your monster son never planned to let me go!” Shadow coughed blood, smiling faintly. “It’s never too late…” Caspian leaned in, his grin feral. “Yes. It is.” He shoved him back, dragged a chair across the floor, and sat down. The laptop screen flickered as Caspian hacked into the Veleno clan’s system. His fingers flew across the keys, sending a live broadcast.

Caspian calls me a princess because he likes me and his brother calls me ‘little rabbit’ because he hates me. “Let’s go.” He ignited the engine and put it into gear as we drove out. He turned on the music. And Chase Atlantic’s Swim song blasted in the car. “I have to admit, you have such a good taste in music, Caspian.” “I know.” He answered loudly as he turned the volume higher than before.