Caster Chronicles Novels & Stories

She had vowed to him she would get his notes … but … they’re all in the hands of the Emperor now. “Pardon, Your Eminence,” Quarth spoke up. “But I must say, this chronicler is a traitor. It’s already clear that he has some relations with the dragons … he was able to get much information about them. And his chronicle about Drava, I say he’s a spy from Celestia, Your Eminence. He knows a lot about us and this palace. He should be sentenced to death, just like the other chroniclers.” The Emperor fell silent for a moment as he studied Estevan, who was still begging for his drafts to be spared.

Ogra smiled at Cassia “I want to show you something. It’s inside the castle”. As they walked up to the castle entrance Cassia saw all of the incinerate ash spots of where her people had fallen in the courtyard. The sheer number of them was enough to break her heart. She could hear the echoes of their screams and the chaos. She quickened her pace before she was consumed by grief. Once inside of the charred castle, Ogra lead her to what was left of the great hall. The room must have been glorious in its splendor. Remnants of ornate sconces still were mounted on the walls. Two enormous paintings were mounted on opposite ends of the hall. One of those enormous paintings was of her mother and fat

Lance flew backward, smashing into a trunk that split down the middle from the force. Cristof took the opening. His aura burst like a star exploding. The trees trembled. Even the cursed hunters staggered. His eyes glowed pure silver. Light seared across his arms, tracing ancient runes that hadn’t been seen for generations. Yance nearly dropped his sword. “Cristof… your ascendant blood…” Cristof didn’t look at him. Didn’t look at anyone. His gaze locked on Lance like a predator finally unchained. “He dies tonight.”

After a few seconds I picked the card only to read a dreadful content. “Sarah Tonks, you have refused to learn the hard way. Be ready to lose your life. STAY AWAY FROM CALEB

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

The color reminded her of the roses in her garden back home. “Red," she whispered. Violeta looked at her with a smirk. "That's a good name. I like it." They finally stopped at a heavy wooden door. A golden plaque with the words ‘VIP Suite’ was engraved on it. Two large men stood in front of it. One with a gun, the other with a knife. Evie almost passed out when she noticed they were holding those weapons. “Her name is Red,” Violeta told the guards. Her voice was a little higher though. Like she wanted someone else to hear her.

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

“You think I’m scared of an hourglass. What is this suppo…” He disappeared. Malcolm was free. He fell to the ground. Peter ran over to help his dad. Malic's men saw what happened and they ran. “You and you. Bring them back to face punishment.” He said with a whisper. “Yes Alpha.” “My boy. You've done well.” The alpha lost his balance. One of the villagers caught him. “Great Mother.” “Yes, dear.” “Where did you send him?” “He went back to a time where werewolves used to run free. I hope he can be happy there.”

I cringed at the thought. After a quick military bath, that was a less than five-minute bath. I wore casual clothing and then left our mansion. I left at eight am exactly in my black race car towards Sebastian’s home. Okay I wasn’t that rich but that was one of the advantages of having rich foster parents.

Chapter 1 Every day was the same for Ariz Jones. School, part time work and twice a week she meets up with the irregulars of Nobel Paranormal Investigation. Sometimes when he's not busy, Ranka Taniyama the NPI Japanese resident monk or Ran for short teaches Ariz something about exorcisms and some warding spells.