Caster Chronicles Novels & Stories

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.

She had never felt the weight of her crown so acutely as she did now, though it had not yet touched her brow. At her side, Kaelen Draven watched the horizon, his shadowed eyes reflecting both the victory and the cost of it. His cloak was torn, his blade dulled, his heart scarred—but still, he was there. Still, he guarded her, as he always had. Yet between them lay the memory of betrayal—of Cyrion Duskbane’s whispered treachery, of Thalric Veynor’s final grasp at power, of the countless lives stolen in ambition’s fire.

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.

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

" Veronica was having a hard time, so he helped her all the way to the bedroom. He talked a big game about focusing on our family, yet his body was completely enthralled by a younger, fresher piece of meat. At long last, I lifted my gaze to look at him. My eyes were as still as a lake, utterly calm and without the slightest ripple. "I know. I understand." He was driven mad by my calmness. He shot to his feet, only for his gaze to catch the large burn scars on my arm. "Vivian, was one scar not enough? Are you going to use even more injuries to tie me down?" "This won't happen again. I won't do anything so foolish anymore."

Nagpasalamat ito sa akin at saka ako lumakad palabas. Ilang hakbang mula sa pinto ng mga Hernandez ay napahinto ako nang makita si Thorn na naka business suit at nakaupo sa hood ng kanyang sasakyan, naka de kwatro saka nakahalukipkip. Tila may hinihintay siya roon. Nang magtama ang aming mga mata, agad na tila sinaniban ako ng kaba.

Max was mine. “The information I gave you was accurate. I was coming over to discuss recent developments with you. This girl is being placed on a chopping board and served to us by Noctua. If the file I have in my hands is the truth, then she might be a pawn in a plan much bigger than we thought.” I backed into my chair and stared thoughtfully into my father’s still-red eyes. “Now, my two questions for you are how are vampire hunters still roaming this earth when you promised the entire congregation that they had been dealt with after Mother’s death, and who the fuck is Edward Ravenwood?”

I realize that the wolves in the room, wolves that were part of my father’s pack, begin to surround me, not to threaten me, but to protect me. When wolves from our pack rush to the door, I once again shout at them to stand down. Then I turn back to watch. Bronson is bleeding heavily. He has gash marks all over his body and areas where Pierce has ripped out chunks of flesh. He’s not healing, which tells me that Pierce is not only winning, but the battle is nearly done. I watch as Pierce begins circling Bronson, snapping at him, daring him to make a move. Finally, Roman pulls the shift, standing over Bronson.

As the chamber of healing bathed in an aura of tranquility, Azaroth finished his report to Count Rufus, the ruler of House Valentino, about the events that transpired between Alex and the celestial being, Lysandra. He recounted everything he had witnessed during the encounter—the mysterious potion, the surge of power, and the vortex of dark energy that seemed to beckon Alex.