Caster Chronicles Novels & Stories

Before she could open her grandfather's journal, the glass windows of the workshop suddenly shattered into thousands of deadly fragments. A high-frequency acoustic wave tore through the room, rendering them temporarily deaf. Through the broken windows, three figures descended from silent, hovering drones. They wore matte-black tactical armor that didn't reflect the morning sun, their faces concealed behind terrifying, multi-eyed crimson visors. Their movements were unnatural—jerky, hyper-fast, and leaves of dust frozen in mid-air around them as they moved. "Chrono-Hunters," Kabir roared, drawing his heavy revolver despite the residual stiffness in his shoulder. "They've bypassed local time!

“We knew she was aiding our people during the war, but we didn’t know she was slipping into the mortal realm. We didn’t know she was directly affecting history.” I wracked my brain, sorting through every history lesson I’d ever endured as a young pup. There was one battle that stuck out in my mind. It was one of the first our kind had ever participated in, and was the only one that had anything to do with castles, kings, and armored knights seeking glory. “You’re talking about the Hunters war. That…” I pinched my lips together to keep my jaw from dropping. “That was two thousand years ago. You three were alive for that?”

Grabe na talaga ang Ashcroft, dati kabayo at mga baging lang ang gamit namin sa paglalakbay na halos abutin ng anim na oras ang paglalakbay mula sa Knightwalker patungo sa Sylverstein, pero ngayon may mga fast car na kaya ang anim na oras nagiging 50 mminutes nalang, malaki talaga ang naitulong ng technolohiya sa amin. “Pwede makisabay?” nagulat ako ng makita si Tracy wearing her red silk suit matching her lava lipstick na para itong isang bampirang kakatapos lang kumain ng tao. Hay nako sana talaga hindi maging maarte ang baby ko. “Bawal ang bampira dito!” sumimangot ito ng marinig ang aking winika, ngunit pumasok parin, hay nako ang tanga lang namin.

Darkous shouted, warning his friends away. Michael shook his head, “We are with you until death my friend.” Before Darkous could reply, Chronos approached. His midnight eyes filled with pure hatred, as he raised the flintlock pistol. “Go ahead father, kill me.” Darkous growled, showing nothing but courage. “Foolish, but your death will not occur this night.” Chronos laughed, turning to the three men stood alongside Darkous. “Leave now mortals, this is your one chance to live.”

I want them to feel the ground disappear beneath their feet just like I did fifteen years ago. Xavier’s eyes flared with a sudden, violent light. He leaned down, his kiss a declaration of war, a marking of a territory that he would never surrender. Outside, the lightning illuminated the Chicago skyline, a brilliant, jagged flash of white that signaled the end of the old world and the birth of the Vane-Crestview era.

The first missile is than twenty seconds away it has already cleared the cloud barrier Marcus yelled. Then we need to clear the deck Christian shouted. With a push of his long legs he turned and jumped completely over the iron railing of the Benson-01 his long shape disappearing into the black waves of the Atlantic with a heavy splash that was instantly covered by the roar of the nuclear propellers. The Chronos drone did not wait. With a hiss of pressurized water the big black disc launched itself after Christian, its smooth body diving deep into the green sea to protect its new masters signal as the red anchor line went down into the quiet dark of the ocean floor.

The headline I saw immediately after the show came up made me almost jump out of my clothes. "Stay calm Amelia," Marrock said, holding my hand. It's said that the Alpha of the Poldark pack, Alpha Lucian, has burnt down two of Kessler's companies and is set to release one, which is the smallest one to him. I stared at Marrock, wanting to confirm if what I had just watched was true, and all he did was nod his head,d, confirming what I had just heard. "What state will Kessler be in at the moment?" I asked, staring at Marrock.

“Good. I’m tired of stabilizing. Let’s finish the job.” The global war was contained, but the final, surgical strike against the Syndicate’s darkest secret was about to begin. Project Chronos—the final legacy of Arthur Thorne—awaited its reckoning.

Oscar. Two weeks passed, and no one attacked us. The pack members were agitated, and some of them were angry that I had brought a Hunter descendant to the settlement. They were protesting and asking me to send her back to the city. I didn't know who put them up to it, but the rebellion had gained traction. I had punished so many wolves that I had lost count. I had even cast out a few, but that didn't deter them from continuing. They did not want a Hunter as their luna.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.