Caster Chronicles Novels & Stories

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."

"I followed you from the mansion, I knew you were going to do something about the funeral shooting and I knew you were walking Into trouble. I hid in the cafe beside the bar and followed you with DARK." "What the hell is DARK? I asked. "It's one of the drones I built. That was why I could get to you in time when you got shot. And that was how I got a clear photo of the shooter." "You did what?" I exclaimed. "Yeah, I got his photo and ran him through facial recognition. He's a guy named James Nwosu, private military contractor, working for N.O.V.A." "Why the hell are you just telling me all these now, Micheal?" I asked angrily.

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.

Beneath the photos were two Medals of Honor placed side by side. "The army has been looking for you for many years," Bruno said softly. "The villager who took you in moved away back then, and the trail went cold. It wasn't until last year, when we were sorting through old archives, that we found a 'Vivian Tomlinson' from the orphanage whose age and blood type perfectly matched up." I stood in front of the photographs, raising my hand to gently touch the cool glass of the frame. "How did they… die?"

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.

Mj was sleepy but she knew that danger was close, and as Theron set her on the ground she opened her eyes to a sight that drained all the color from her face. Walkers were laying dead and dismembered on the ground while the hunters advanced over their bodies like they were sandbags, Moxie had shifted and was hanging from a tree while Ace and Jay were still in human form but only barely. “You are not welcome to cause trouble during our full moon fire rouges...you will leave Quicksilver pack territory or you will be brought before the Alpha for judgment.” Mj watched Ace glance their way, “stay. Here.” Theron said to Mj before stalking closer to the still armed rouges, “You are not the only on

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.

It was massive in size and had a thick black leather with a silver wolf symbol. Even from here I could feel the power radiating from it… “That’s the Werewolf Chronicle.” Cassien spoke from beside. “It contains knowledge of even events yet to happen.. for that reason it was locked away here for years.” Until now… I approached slowly it, before Cassien held me back. “It’s dangerous and unstable.” “I know..but I need to know.” My eyes remained locked on his for a beat long. Then he let go. “I’m right behind you..”