Castiel X Reader Novels & Stories

“Are you serious right now? Let me go, Mathias.” Instead of letting me go, he pulls me closer. At this point, we’re standing nose to nose. The only sound you can hear is the sound of our heavy breathing. I don’t understand why he’s so angry. He’s the one that rejected me. A shiver of desire crawls up my spine as our bodies grind together. His voice is deathly calm as his breath caresses my temple. I don’t understand what is happening, but something inside of me likes his dominance. It makes me feel like he cares. “I don’t want to have to ask again, Cassia. Who’s Conlan?”

Chester's eyes go wide while his face pales. "I am done playing with you. You are not worth my time." Ansiel walks towards him with his angel speed. He grabs Chester by the neck and jerks it violently. I hear the snap of his neck. Ansiel is vibrating. I never knew my angel side can be this violent. I need to make sure never to piss him off.

Far below, a silver river stitched the valley. A chair waited near the door—angled to watch both her and the exit. He sat there reading, long legs stretched out, a book in one hand: broad shoulders, intricately inked forearms, and a thin white cut through one eyebrow. An inked oath mark sat just inside his wrist. Casius. Beta of the Royal Obsidian. Alina’s scent clung to him. Talia’s breath hitched. His head came up. Winter-bright eyes found hers. For a heartbeat, something unguarded crossed his face—relief?

As they kissed, Caspian's hand trailed down her side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Lily arched into his touch, craving more. Her magic crackled beneath her skin, reaching out to twine with the dark energy emanating from him. "Goddess," Lily gasped as they broke apart for air. "What are you doing to me?" Caspian's silver eyes gleamed with desire and something darker. "Nothing you don't want, little witch," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "Tell me to stop and I will."

“Do not worry about me. Just take care of yourself and Ethan. I will send money soon.” We talk for a few more minutes. She tells me she loves me. I tell her the same. When I end the call, I let out a long breath and turn around. Tristan is standing right there, only a few feet away. A short scream escapes me before I can stop it. I press a hand to my chest. “Mr. Hale… how did you—” “Yes, it is just me.” His voice is calm, almost amused. He takes one slow step closer. “What a creep, right?”

Castiel’s P.O.V The drive back to Damien’s mansion feels surreal, like the world outside the car is moving at a different pace than the whirlwind that’s going on inside my mind. With Celia and Tanner beside me, I can hardly focus on the road ahead. My thoughts keep drifting back to everything that’s happened—the confessions, the ring, the promise of a future with Damien. I’m still struggling to fully process it, to understand that I’m no longer just *Castiel*. I’m *Damien’s fiancé*.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you–..." Hearing Castiel's voice, Zenith's eyes opened, then she took a deep breath before she spoke, "It's fine. What is it?" Terrence's ears pricked, feeling extremely elated as he also happened to discover something that he shouldn't know! The relationship between Castiel and Athena, whom he took as intimate before but now, it was revealed to be as bosses between subordinates and nothing more! "Everything is ready." Castiel briefly replied without paying so much attention to the other person inside the study.

Like standing up to see her walk through the doorway. Gabriel frowns and very quickly bows to Cas, who in a split second is in his arms. "Hello, worry about it." "Mom's coming back tomorrow and she won't mind seeing you like this, all rotten," he murmurs, patting his head with one hand. Also, you need coJust or you'll stay for the bone and we don't need it, right? Castiel licks his face. Can you guarantee that you coJustoás? In fact?” More licking, making it look like he's actually responding to her; With a delicate growl, Gabriel places a kiss on the space between his eyes before knocking him down.

The shelves were piled up with different books, I could already tell that this would become my favorite part of the house. I spent minutes deciding on which book to read, the next item I picked up was a magazine. I was surprised to see Lucian's pictures on the front cover. He was dressed in a completely black suit, probably as dark as his ugly soul. His frosty grey eyes met steadily with the camera. I felt a slight shudder, even through the photo, I felt as though those intense orbs were glaring straight at me. I read slowly across the headline. He was described as the son of Victor Castiel. I've heard father mention Victor Castiel a few times while growing up. He was the head of the New Yor

The initial crack in his divinity was not a sound, but a scent, the loamy warmth of smashed herbs and her flesh, a scent stronger than any angel's anthem. The angel Cassiel had watched her for weeks. He was a sentinel of light, a creature of silent watch and unbreakable obligation, tasked to safeguard from harm the human healer, Astrid, from an approaching shadow that she could not perceive. He was at the back of her mind, a glint in the corner of her eye, a chill wind in a sweltering room. And yet tonight the barrier between them tore.