Castle Fanfic Novels & Stories

I didn't know that it could do that. Then he pulled me back into his arms, the lights in the kitchen went dim as well. Smooth, too smooth in my opinion. But why did I care? “I don't have the full story as Lucian has refused to tell me everything. But I know that they have met before and she doesn't want anything to do with him. Of course he isn't going to give up on her. Mates for us Lycans are as rare as they come,” Iris said to me as he ran his hand up and down my back.

Finally, she exhaled and began speaking. “Castiel and I met in high school,” she said quietly. “We... fell in love. His absent father died and left him a huge inheritance out of the blue. Suddenly, he was rich, and my mother—who had been against our relationship from the start—suddenly approved. He proposed when we were eighteen, and we got married at nineteen.” Zayn glanced at her, sensing there was more to the story, but he let her continue at her own pace.

She then said to Cassy, "Cassy, I know that it must seem strange to you all that but you should try to reassure Steven and make him understand that you are well so that he will let you go, the dragons are very possessive and protective, you’re going to be very patient with him." Cassy indeed didn't quite understand why Steven was reacting this way, he had looked at her and seen that she was fine, but just like her, this strange bond between them must have amplified his feelings. She ended up putting her hand on his cheek to get his attention and after he put one of his hands on hers, he lowered his head and looked into her eyes with his golden eyes and that's when she had a vision that she h

[CW- This chapter contains violence, implied domestic abuse or sexual assault, and threat to life. Please take care of yourself while reading!] Thea had learned very quickly that there were two kinds of days in Kurnich’s castle. Days when he was occupied elsewhere, and days when he was not. Today was the latter.

But I could have sworn I felt the ghost of a stiffen. I pulled back and turned to Celeste. “He is my fiancé; the man who I envision building a life with. He’s my muse and my bane. This arrangement—I’ve never been so sure of anything else in my life.” Dante’s eyes seemed to scream every word he didn’t say. For someone so emotionless, the glint behind those steel orbs called to me relentlessly. Cassian let out a low whistle that snapped me out of my daze. The smirk on his face was infuriating at best.

Cassian curled his fingers into fists, anger evident in his eyes. “Gavin can be a good man…” His words didn’t match his usual tone. Not his expression. He spoke shakily. “But don’t marry him, Little Fawn.” My breath hitched. Cassian—this Cassian—was not the man I knew. “Fight me, curse me, hate me all you want,” he said, his voice low and strained. “But please, don’t marry anyone else. I can’t endure it…” For a split second, my heart wavered. My wolf stirred sharply, pushing forward. Zylar howled painfully, recognizing the ache of separation in his voice.

Stars pierced its surface, so bright with all the lights extinguished in the pack. It reminded Cassy of the night with Zac on the packhouse rocks, when she had thought they were leaving. She hadn’t particularly wanted to leave Ash Mount. Her mum was there, Alex was there, her home was there. But Zac was a Briggs wolf and tied so close to the traditions of the pack that she was scared they would take him from her. Her only hope had been bargaining that his fractious relationship with Jace would keep him from being a High Guard or that he would choose her over the expectations of the pack. Neither had happened.

"The Ironfang territory has no place for a weak, wolfless bride who cannot even hold her father's respect, let alone bear strong heirs." He stepped back, crossing his hands behind his back, looking down at her as if she were a tragic mistake in a contract. "I, Cassian, Heir of the Ironfang Territory," he announced, his voice echoing off the high stone walls so that every lingering pack member heard every word, "hereby reject you, Elena Valcrest, as my betrothed and my mate." The words struck her like a physical blow. Elena flinched, curling inward as if she had been slapped. A chorus of hushed giggles and cruel whispers erupted from the surrounding pack members.

The ones in the future that we hadn't lived yet but I knew how they'd look, we were always by each other's side. When I woke up the sun was still out and shining brightly. All the storm clouds were gone and there were no signs of bad weather. It was a beautiful day but I felt like I was dying on the inside. ”Casandra, I lost my parents. It was…a lot of things happened and they’re both dead and it’s weird but I'm not too sad about it. Had you been here you would've forced me to express how I felt and to open up about my emotions. So I'm doing that now because I know you’re there, I know you’re still with me. So…uhm…yeah I killed my mom and my brother he killed our dad. They were gonna kill us

I dress quickly, grabbing the phone as she leads me out to the hallway. I put a call across to Caspian. “I guess this is it,” he says as he picks up the call. “Yeah,” I mutter, taking a huge breath, before I say the words. “I, Ginger Orbblood, reject you, Caspian Wolfe, as my mate.” A sharp pain shoots through my chest, but not as much as Caspian, because I hear him groan loudly. “Casp!” I scream, but I hear his mother’s voice in the background, and the phone goes dead while I clutch my chest. My mother walks out, pulling me to her chest, and kissing my forehead.