Caster Chronicles Novels & Stories

the healer responds. "Well that's something." he says, running his hand through his hair. "The Fellstar heir lives, we must strive to make sure it stays that way." "Agreed." The healer calmly states, her eyes changing form earthy green to startling white. "You." she says as she points to the young maid who opened the door. "You and this guard here will take the child and hunt down a Leaper. From there you will realm hop until you are not even sure of exactly where you are." The echo of someone more powerful than the lowly village healer flows through her voice. "In one thousand years the heir will be found. But all will not be as it seems. This amulet will guide the one who seeks." she state

Something new is waking. And somewhere, a man with Micah's smile cracks his knuckles, scars shimmering silver under moonlight, ready to lead them.

“An army.” They all turned to see Chase walking into the room. Cathy watched her quiet brother walk toward them. Unlike her and Carl he was always so solemn but he was the biggest of the three of them. She always wondered why Asher chose him as Beta and not her or Carl but then she knew the answer. Unlike her or Carl, Chase didn’t think with his fists. He was wise and diplomatic. He had gotten them out of trouble many times in the past with a quiet spoken word. But today she glared at him wondering if all his wisdom had somehow taken a vacation. “Margaret Dark Storm needs a pack to support her when she goes head to head with her enemies…”

The Southern Alliance had arrived. Through the dense mist, the frontline of the rebel army emerged. Nearly two thousand wolves, their fur matted with sweat and dirt, packed the narrow canyon floor. At the vanguard walked two giant wolves. One was an massive, ash-furred beast with bloodshot amber eyes—Alpha Colton. Beside him was a dark, scarred wolf with ragged ears—Alpha Jaxon. Behind them, wrapped in protective silver-plated armor, rode a carriage carrying Cheryl, her face twisted in a mask of anxious ambition.

"I had planned on coming for the ceremony but was not opportune to." "It's alright. This is my friend, Lara. Lara, this is a family friend, Nobleman Chad," Cage introduced her. "It's nice to meet you, Nobleman Chad," she said smiling. "I can't say the feeling is mutual," he murmured. Lara expected it. He was a family friend which meant he knew about the wolf that betrayed the Queen. He must be wondering what Cage was doing with a wolf. "The thing is, I heard something strange, Nobleman Chad. But first of all, do you have a son?" Cage asked him.

"The pack needs you. We're facing a threat that could change everything. Silas and Nixon are working tirelessly to gather information, but we're on the brink of war. I can't do this without you." As Chastity straightened, her resolve solidified. She knew that, as alpha, she had to lead her packs into the impending battle. The collaboration with Silas's coven and Nixon's team brought a glimmer of hope, but the uncertainty of the outcome lingered. With one last lingering glance at Xander, Chassy left the hospital room, her footsteps echoing in the corridor. The weight of responsibility bore down on her, but the unity she had forged with Silas and Nixon fueled her determination. The impending w

what he was looking for. Some of the mutant leaders wielded pistols. Some had familiar designs similar to the weapons in his hands. No doubt they looted from the corpses of the dead wolves in the temple. There were a few others with archaic designs similar to ChaosMarines. They must have come to the planet with the heretics, Ragnar thought. As long as he doesn't get off the bridge quickly, it doesn't matter. He looked around and everyone else saw what he noticed. He immediately recognized their smell and appearance. With true space wolf independence, they decided for themselves. However, they withstood a firestorm against their enemies, killing them with every attack. Ragnar saw that there