Caster Chronicles Novels & Stories

There is no fucking way I am dropping this. But what is about to drop is Lukes’s gun as his hands are now truly shaking out of control. So with what seems like it is almost an inch of a second, I reach out my free hand and grip the barrel of his gun firmly in my hand. It only but takes one snap of his wrist, and I have him disarmed. He stumbles backward into the wall. With only but a godawful roar from his chest, “You still a little goddamn lovesick puppy that runs after a slut.”

Though he knew him to be impatient and carefree towards the breeders in the manor, he hadn't noticed this impatience in him before. "You do know that it takes them nine months to birth a child, and it takes these children years to grow into adults" Stormrider said as calmly as possible, as much as his respect for Lucien's kingship would let him. "Well I don't care. Have them deliver the babies prematurely or something! Give the babies growth drugs! I just want them, I want more soldiers!" He said with indifference, clearly unbothered. Stormrider once again calmed himself down.

"The police will be with them." "Maybe I can distract them in that time," I whispered back the cold of the metal against my back comforting me at least a little from the surprise factor. “Open the fucking door, Royce!” The man who was holding my assistant yelled before the one pointing at her hit her again with the gun making her openly cry. "Don't do it, Christopher!" She screamed through tears, "Don't open―” “Shut up, bitch,” growled the one pointing at her, pulling her hair, “I won't repeat it, Royce, you have three seconds before I blow this little whore’s head.”

Though hearing the car door opening on the other side of the car we were in, had me looking over. “Sire! Alpha David is ready and standing by.” Warrick said as he stepped out. Then seeing the young werewolves, he bowed then moved away as the driver joined him. I knew things were discussed about everyone’s involvement, but I just listened for my parts. Though I wasn’t worried as I was still near him, the ultimate weapon specialist and strategist.

The wolf was viewed as ferocious and relentless, and the bearer of their symbol was a deadly enemy to have. Moreover, the arrow in the design struck her as odd and had always confused her. Nevertheless, the arrow that was the weapon destined for avengement sliced through only the wolf and the moon. And she had always felt sorry for the wolf. A large, heavy-duty storage cabinet on wheels complete with tools was next to the doorframe, and Minnow could see parts of wheel prints running in front of the door. Minnow could hear a murmur of voices coming from inside the closed chamber. Although she put her ear against the cold steel and believed she was safe against the solid door, it shocked Minno

"I have to hide the egg and hurry up to leave this place" Despite his age, Chronos was a very skilled hunter, he could also have the patience and precision enough to transform scales from DD into weapons and light armor to cover certain parts of his body. Everything he knew was thanks to the library which the collectors left when they were reduced to dust by DD. Chronos knew his parents were killed by DD, but he was not angry or sad, he just accepted it a long time ago; this helped him to have no troublesome thoughts while growing, his mind was clear and sharp.

"My mate. And through her, the truth about who really killed my parents." Christopher's expression shifted to something colder. More dangerous. "So be it. You've chosen your side. Remember that choice when the council demands answers for harboring a dangerous criminal." He raised his hand, and his hunters raised their weapons. Kelvin's warriors tensed, ready for battle. And I stood between them, the last Ghost Wolf, the evidence of centuries of conspiracy waiting to be recovered, surrounded by wolves who'd just declared war on one of the most powerful organizations in our world.

He pulled Cora behind him, tucking her under his wing as he glared at the wolves growling ferociously at them. One of the wolves shifted, his eyes landing murderously on Cora before he shifted his attention to Zanicus. He had a crown tattoo on his chest and I locked my eyes on it. I remember this from my history class. The symbol royal guards of the first werewolf family wear on their chest is the same as his. I looked around and noticed all the other wolves who have shifted had the same tattoo on that spot. “Zanicus, what is the meaning of this?” the leader snarled.

“If you falter, they will break.” His words anchored her. Serenya lifted her sword higher, shouting, “For Crestfall! For freedom!” Her cry carried, igniting her troops with renewed vigor. The tide of battle shifted. Darian led a charge into the enemy flank, carving a path through Veynor’s knights. Lyra Esthaven, her crimson hair blazing like fire, rallied the rebel archers atop a ridge, raining arrows into the heart of the enemy host. And Cyrion Duskbane, the fallen heir, unleashed his fury on the front line, his blade singing with vengeance for his lost kingdom.

According to Malik, Beherit is a storm demon who Rainn and Liam had a kill order on his second in command and brother Apollyon. He said that after they killed him Beherit went crazy and has been plotting his revenge ever since. They knew who he meant immediately, and we have been training hard every day since. Three days ago, we had a visit from Jamison, who is the weapons specialist for the Vindicta. Rainn thought it would be a good idea for me to choose my specialty weapon. He told me to choose wisely and that I would know when I held it.