Castle Fanfic Novels & Stories

Talia’s POV I lay on my back, staring up at the white ceiling, counting the tiny cracks like they might rearrange themselves into answers if I looked long enough. They didn’t. Instead, my mind replayed the argument with Cassian on a cruel loop—the words he’d chosen, the distance in his voice, the way his eyes had gone cold like he was already somewhere else. It hurt. Hurt in a way that sank past skin and bone and lodged itself deep in my chest, where my wolf paced restlessly, whining.

She might not have a wolf to shift into, and her hearing wasn’t as sharp as theirs, but it was good enough to catch every word. Lately, Austin had started copying Caspian, tossing little jabs her way like it was a game. She got it—Caspian was the future alpha, and Austin was expected to show loyalty. But she still had the overwhelming urge to smack her brother. “Studying again, Gracie Grace?” Caspian’s voice drifted to her, soaked in that annoying mix of mockery and fake sweetness. She could practically feel his eyes burning through the open archways, first from the hallway, then the den, and finally into the kitchen where she sat.

"My physique..." "Shut up." Then everyone turned to look at me. Like they were waiting for me to explode, or faint. I kept my expression perfectly neutral. Zane stepped forward, adjusting his glasses. "Cassian, if your injuries aren't too serious, I'd like you to come back to Colorado Springs with me. Denver's become... unstable." Everyone stiffened. Disgust prickled at the back of my throat. The lunatic in question lived under his roof. How dare he act like the victim when his wife was pulling the strings.

I pressed my mouth to the top of her head and let the wolf inside me answer with a low, steady sound. We had made vows with rings and blood and public eyes. Now the real test came. And I would break the world to bring Liam and my Luna back. I wanted to destroy something. To shift, to run, to tear down every fortress until I ripped Liam out of Zade’s claws. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t, not yet. Rowan cleared his throat, breaking the silence. His voice was lower than usual. “Caspian…” he said carefully. “What are you going to do next?”

He simply held her under the warm spray until her shaking stopped. That night, jealousy flared for the first time. During dinner in the sky-bridge dining room (a floating glass platform suspended over a steep drop), Rafael noticed the way Aurora leaned into Cassian’s touch when he absentmindedly stroked her thigh under the table. “Getting attached, brother?” Rafael asked, his tone light but edged with something sharper. “She’s not your girlfriend. She’s our contract.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. “She’s more than a contract now. You feel it too.”

“First, I have to fulfill my mother’s ridiculous dream.” Xavier blinked. “You mean the marriage to Victoria?” Caspian rolled his eyes so hard they practically did a backflip. “Yes. Apparently I’m part of some old-school mafia-style alliance, only instead of exchanging blood, they exchanged wedding contracts behind my back.” “To be fair, Victoria Keene is beautiful,” Xavier offered. Caspian turned to him slowly. “Have you seen her I*******m? Her aesthetic is ‘Hot Cheetos and crystal manifestation.’ We are not compatible.”

"Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring." Luke’s gaze had already drifted. At the far end of the ice, near the player’s tunnel, a new figure had appeared. Castel "Cass" Castillo. He wasn't a girl, but he moved with a fluid, dangerous grace that made Luke’s inner wolf pace behind his ribs. Cass was wearing a jagged black jersey with a silver wolf-skull—the mark of the outcast clans from the Blackwood Haunted Mansion district. "That's him," Jax whispered, following Luke’s eyes. "The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel."

"As am I. Though I reserve the right to say 'I told you so' if this goes badly." Despite everything, I laughed. "Deal." Kael pulled me close, and this time when he looked at me, there was no hesitation. No waiting. He kissed my forehead—just my forehead, gentle and warm—and whispered: "We're going to need a plan." "We're going to need an army," Caspian corrected. I looked at the two of them—vampire and wolf, enemies turned allies, bound by love for the same impossible woman. "Then let's build one."

Cassian wasn’t here to guide his warriors. Here in my old room at the castle, I try to smile when my mother, sister, or Cally look at me. I don’t want them to feel any of this pain. Cally’s mate is a warrior, and he will continue to fight as long as this war lasts. I’m not sure how fully she understands that, since she’s a human and he’s a wolf. I want her to enjoy her time here in this castle with him while she can. ‘Where are you?’ I ask Cassian in our private mind-link.

SELENA’S POV Strange encounters happen every day, these are things I have only read in books and the ones my father shared for me, now it feels like I am living a fantasy, my own fantasy seeing all these things happen. The ritual, the wars and the Alpha who is strict but later gets to fall in love with the one he hates. Cassian has a soft spot for me, I see it each time but then he hides it, masking it behind his tough, strict persona.