Casting Forever Novels & Stories

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

As for Frank, he desperately grabbed the hands of the specialists, begging to know if there was any hope for him. All the specialists shook their heads with regret. "It’s too late. The only option to save your life is castration." "No way! Everything was fine last time! Did Janet bribe you to do this to me on purpose? How can someone as healthy as me end up a eunuch?!" Unfortunately, no one could save him now.

my voice was soft as I tried to convey how much I meant it. “You don’t get to have your happy ending,” Cassius growled from behind me, sending a blast of energy towards me. Everything happened in slow motion. The sound of whooshing mixed with static electricity. I barely saw Elliot’s body move in front of me before I was encased in velvety darkness.

The Search Continues The search continued until a signal appeared in the sky. Carl's team rushed toward the source and found the doula holding a baby boy in her arms. “Where is she?” Carl asked the woman. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she informed him that Aster had sacrificed her last breath to cast a protective spell over her and the baby. Carl returned to the woods where Aster had taken her final breath, searching desperately for her body—but found nothing. Only blood stained the ground. He let out a haunting howl that echoed through the mountains, signaling the king’s loss and a declaration of war against the werewolf clan.

How would I know" Mr.Ralph then ordered his lawyer to find out how Mr.welsh knows about it. Mr.Welsh who was at home, opened the test result, he was shocked because the forensic lad couldn't detect any finger print on the murder weapon, he quickly called jonz telling him about the result. Then he noticed someone moving close to him, he quickly ended the call, he turned his head around and noticed that it was his wife, "Honey what are u working on?" Mrs.Welsh asked, Mr.Welsh who quickly hid the test result replied "Nothing, just thinking" Mrs.Welsh sat on her husband leg, then both kiss passionately, she ask her husband politely "let's go to bed" Mr.welsh agreed, then he carried his wife to t

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

The sky glimmered with stars, and soft singing drifted through the air. “Look, Gigi!” Charlene pointed. “Over there—thousands of Fates are walking. Look at the banners! The realm’s crest!” Two caskets adorned with royal symbols were being carried, flanked by warriors in formation. “Gigi, what is this?” Charlene whispered. “It’s a funeral procession,” Gigi said, voice trembling. “For my sons.” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she changed into a flowing black dress with a sheer veil. She and Charlene walked down the dunes slowly.

He quirked one teasing brow. Emily froze. She didn't want to offend them. Again. But she hadn't covered her surprise well enough, and it was too late to deny it. "Yes, actually," she admitted. "Like castles and moats-" "And a guy in a cape who 'vants to zuck yer blood'?" Paoli asked in his best Lon Chaney voice as he carried Amber past them and into the house. Her face flushed warm again. Maybe not the last part, but she certainly didn't expect them to be living in a completely normal split level just outside of a small town. She really had a lot to learn about the world she'd tumbled into.

He smirked on the phone's camera and that is when she came out of her trance. Grabbing her hand he pulled her towards the island counter where they were cutting the cake. Charlie placed a candle on the cake and lit it. "Make a wish." Charlie mumbled and Leon closed his eyes. His hands never leaving hers, he squeezed her hand -I'm always here- before blowing the candle. The guys cheered as he cut the cake and fed it to her. Followed by Charlie, Finn and Caleb. "So Mr. Leon Alessandro turned 27 eh?" Finn nudged him in the ribs only to earn a smack on the head.