Caster Medea Novels & Stories

Graysen drew her closer to him and lightly pecked her cheek. " Shall we go on?" Graysen stared at Ryan, who was smiling at his mate. "Let us introduce ourselves first, Alpha," Medea smirked. "My name is Medea, and I'm a fire witch," she replied, smiling at Fleurie, who smiled back. "I'm Eve, and I control water," she said, receiving a smile in response. "Isis, an ice, wind, and land witch," she said flatly to Fleurie.

Medusa responded to the lengthy speech with a lazy yawn. "I knew they'd target me," she grumbled, "listen, old hag, I'm too lazy to deal with you. But if you insist, come here on your own two feet. That's better, and I'll ensure you're the most beautiful aesthetic piece in my house!" The tablet case was folded roughly and covered the screen. It was futile as Medua tossed the thing into the bushes. Medusa pulled herself inside, slamming the double-handled door. A new drone dared to pop up next to the castle roof. The camera pans over Medusa's footsteps before slowly rising and darting away. Madam Jenn turned off the camera. She is disappointed but not surprised by Medusa's refusal. It's stran

But she had buried him only recently, and already gave up on cleanliness and her own health. She was not lucky with her son either. She did deliver Vahe, but he was disabled and mute. At that moment, Magdalena could not think of a woman more unfortunate than Nazi. The shed was silent. From a distance, Magdalena saw that Tamia was covered with a blanket and asleep. She had heard neither their arrival nor the argument between mother and daughter. "I won’t wake her, Magdalena thought," and left the yard with Sara. In the village itself, she rented a tiny cottage, at first for only one night. Still, she firmly decided that starting the next day, she would take care of her mother’s house.

A part of his body falls in front of us, breaking the glasses and bottles hanging in front of the bar. "We are outnumbered, Mia. The best thing we can do is call the mermaid guards to escort us home." "Werewolves hate the sea, we can go back to the water at any time. We can't let them die," I said, with tone demanding. But deep down, I was being extremely selfish, wanting to expose my sisters to a deadly war just to save the life of a stranger. "He´s just a stranger..." I tought I might never see again. I thought to myself as I stared above the bar table looking for the sciesnt guy

It contains other important details of his future victim. Seraphine, a renegade assassin 24 years old female. 5’5” height 63 Kg weight. Black hair, Medium. Light brown skin tone. Lives in a small 2 storey apartment at Marikina. The target is highly guarded. Be careful, she is capable of all 6 techniques. Concealment needed is “Terroristic”. When he read the message, he knew he would have a hard time in this last mission but he have to do it to give up this life and start the dream life of Akira and him.

the healer announced sadly. Melanie collapsed on the ground, her body shaking with the intensity of her grief. "Mel" Amber and Ophelia rushed to help their friend. "No" Thea fainted with shock. "Thea" Darius cried concerned. The good healer immediately rushed towards Thea and checked her pulse. "Lady Thea is weak. Moreover, she is with a child. She cannot handle these kinds of shocks. You should take care of her. She needs rest and food" he told Darius.

Cassia whispered. Maera stroked her hair with maternal tenderness, then placed a black-silver charm under Cassia’s tongue. “This will quiet the wolf.” Cassia trembled. “Will it hurt her?” Maera’s smile softened into something monstrous. “Only until she remembers who owns her.” Mira woke choking on rage. Across the packhouse, a wolf screamed once, then fell into unnatural silence. The Luna candidate finally slept. But only because Sera had been forced into silence.

she hissed, eyes wide as she yanked me into a shadowy corner. Her face tightened with fear. “You can’t talk about that out loud.” “Why not?” I whispered. “Because,” she leaned closer, “every maid who did… ended up dead.” A cold wave slammed into my chest. I pressed my hand over my mouth. Dead? “But who is she?” I begged. “Please. I have to know.” The maid glanced over her shoulder, lips trembling. “She was the Lycan’s mate… his bride. She was murdered by demons during the Dark Rise.”

Her eyes widened when she saw Gwendolyn coming towards her. "Stay away from me!" She yelled. She was terrified of how Gwendolyn knew the truth, and found it hard to believe a lycan could see the future. Gwendolyn took a step closer and gripped her jaw. She shut her eyes, her brows furrowed in concentration. Beside her, Kieran stood close, prepared to pull her away in case Medea tried to attack her. The same flashes of memories Gwendolyn saw earlier appeared again. She saw Medea in the forest, beneath a large tree. There was a blanket spread on the ground. She lay on it, and beside her, there was another man.

As much as I loved he was doing this to make me feel better, I would rather have him present. “Did you hear?” the maids whispered among themselves. “What?” I was ready to ignore them like I usually did until the next words came. “Corvina's back!” I halted, chest still rising and falling from my run. That name still sent dread through me. “She looks so much better than she was years ago,” they continued with their chatter. I knew they knew I could hear them but they didn't care. They would do anything just to hurt me. Corvina was an omega I saved years ago during the war. She was skinny, almost lifeless and almost devoured by rogues but I saved her and took her in.