Castiel Novels & Stories

Memories flood my mind—the stained-glass windows of the Church of Light and Sun, months of sickness and grief, the High Priest and his crop. I swallow. “It was a long time ago.” A rough sound vibrates in Ethan’s chest. “Was it your father?” I turn myself to stone. A statue. Something that cannot feel pain. “If you must know, I was sick, like my mother. The potions they gave me didn’t help. The High Priest said if he... cleansed me of my sin, the Goddess would spare me,” I say hurriedly. “And she did.” His body stills behind me. I’m not sure he’s breathing. “The High Priest beat you?”

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

“He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.” I feel the hopelessness sinking in, even now—centuries later. “It nearly ended there,” Eleanor says quietly. “They almost lost. We almost lost. Until—” She stops, and then her eyes meet mine. “—until the Moon Goddess sent her Priest.” I blink. “Her what?” Her eyes soften. “He was the Alpha of the Castellanos pack,” Eleanor continues. “A man named Azrael Castellanos.” I freeze. “What?” Eleanor nods solemnly.

The acolyte pulled it tight until the silk bit into my skin, and the priest dipped his fingers into the ash-water and traced a sigil across the knot. "Bound in blood," he said. "Bound in bone. Bound in the sight of the Goddess, who sees what men do not." I looked past him. Castiel stood at the base of the dais, at the left hand of the steps where the guards had been stationed. His back was straight. His arms were crossed behind him. His jaw was set like carved stone. He was not looking at me.

His eyes look shocked. "What are you doing to me?" I use all my strength to push his chest away. Castiel just stares at his own fingers. "Your middle... it is too small." He does not even know what to say to me. He is a powerful prince of the Noble Moonborn Families. He has many beautiful Luna Court Maidens and top female wolves in his bed. But my waist is thinner than any girl he has ever seen. I am so small that his one big hand can almost go all the way around my bones.

Chester screams in anger. "I thought you knew I was a hybrid?" Ansiel asks. "I thought you were a werewolf vampire hybrid. Not a freaking angel." Ansiel chuckles. "You need to do your homework better. You know who my mother is?" Ansiel walks closer. Chester tries to retreat as fast as he could but to no avail. "My mother is the daughter of the moon goddess." Chester's eyes go wide while his face pales.

“We don’t know if this is the apocalypse, Azazel! For all we bloody know, this might not have anything to do with the end of days! All we can do is keep our eyes open for any other signs and research to see why this is happening.” Mathias stops between us, his golden eyes glowing with intelligence as he sifts his fingers through his crimson-colored locks. Due to my status as The Creator’s disgraced son, I’m not very well-liked by angels, which bothers me little because I’m not too fond of them. However, the Seraphim, Mathias, has been one of the few for who I feel respect. From the moment we’ve met, he has been cordial and kept his prejudices to himself. He has also shown deference for who I

I am sitting in disbelief waiting for him to tell us who it is. As he finally looks back at me, I see the first real display of emotion I have seen since meeting this man. Clearing his throat, he says, “I believe it’s Caleb Sweeting. He is a man who was banished for trying to tarnish the reputation of a higher-ranking member of the Pack.” Alpha Jackson’s POV

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.