Caspian X Novels & Stories

Caspian. He looks like a terrifying, vengeful god. Blood coats his bare chest, dark veins bulging and pulsing across his muscles. His eyes are pitch black, wild and lethal. His lips pull back in an animalistic snarl, exposing gleaming fangs. Viktor twitches on the ground, clutching at his open windpipe, trying desperately to heal. But Caspian doesn't give him the chance. He tears into him with merciless precision, shredding him until he stops moving. I avert my eyes from the gore.

I heard the footsteps first, smooth like he was gliding through. It seems like my buyer for the night has arrived. I stood up instinctively, my heart starting to pick up again as the figure walked into the room. For a moment, he was just a shadow, the light not fully reaching his face yet. Then he stepped forward, and the light hit him. I stood still as his name hit my brains before the realization fully settled, my chest tightening as my mind tried to catch up. I knew that face. Everyone who fucked at the fucking club did. ‘Rafaele Moretti, the king of the underground.’

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA

I said as I joined the group. “Unless one of us opens their own gallery,” Max said and we all agreed. “And it will obviously be Xania since she’s the rich one out of all of us here.” “I’m not rich compared to you guys,” I said and Max laughed, clapping his hands. “You mean compared to our parents, and have you seen the car you drive! A fucking black matte R8 Coupé V10,” he exaggerated and I rolled my eyes. “You drive an e-tron, I don’t know why you’re trying to make it seem like I’m richer than you, I barely hold a candle to any of you, besides, I told you guys that was a-”

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

"I don't know much, Uncle Fin. She's pretty isolated from all of us. She comes over when we have holidays and stuff like that. But other than that even Renato hardly hears from her." "And Kinley and Gianni are fine with this?" That didn't sound like them at all. She shrugged, "Rip is odd. She's been on and off with substance abuse and from what I understand she isn't easily controlled. But I guess that boyfriend of hers got it right. He's a hotshot businessman, the Esposito's cut her off from their money when she was in active addiction and then when Rip was doing some questionable things to support her addiction, he took her away from all of that. She sees him as her savior, I guess."

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.”

It would be like having an aperitif. Yes, that's right, an aperitif before dinner! What stronzo (asshole*) would have anything against an aperitif? "What happened to your other chef? "He's bedridden. Stronzo (asshole*) has a skin infection, apparently shingles. He told me about chicken pox, but frankly, I don't care. All I care about is who was going to feed my VIPs." The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged.

“What did you do, Caspian?” Another pause. Longer this time. “I destabilized a financial lattice that funds private militaries across three continents,” Caspian said calmly. “Elias calls it chaos. I call it justice.” “You’re triggering collapses,” I said. “Millions could be affected.” “Millions already are,” Caspian replied. “I just made it visible.” I felt the weight of both sides crushing my chest. “He wants to contain you,” Rico said. “Or eliminate you.” Caspian laughed. “He can try.”