Castorice X Caelus Novels & Stories

It pulsed like breath. From the darkness, Ellie Carson stepped forward. Her clothes were torn, her skin streaked with ash, her braid half undone — but her shoulders squared as though she bore the weight of the world. In her right hand she held the Blade of Bellerophon, its surface alive with runes that pulsed softly, resonating with every beat of her heart. Behind her came Cerebus. Scarred. Bloodied. Noble. Alpha’s eyes glowed with grim steadiness. Beta’s ears flicked, always listening. Gamma bared his teeth to the wind, snapping at the air like it mocked him. They walked as one, their massive form casting a shadow larger than life.

COMPLETED | Full Story Available Lyra Darkfur has always believed the fated mate bond is a blessing, until it becomes her curse. On the night of the Blood Moon, she discovers her mate is Kael Stormrunner, the ruthless Alpha of the most feared pack. Instead of claiming her, he publicly rejects her, driven by a prophecy from the Moon Goddess that names Lyra as the cause of his pack’s destruction. But rejection doesn’t break their bond. It awakens something far more dangerous. Cast among rogues, Lyra uncovers a rare power tied to the Moon Goddess herself and is forced to fight, survive, and rise beyond the weak omega she was raised to be. As war threatens the packs and secrets unravel, Ka

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

“Everyone got their charms?” “Of course,” Cass said, lifting a bracelet. “As do I,” Balric said, taking out his. “Thank you, it’s amazing.” She grinned, pleased he liked it, but before she could say anything Cass made a wolf whistle. “Aw, you two are just the cutest.” “And she ruined it,” Balric said, looking up to the heavens. As if God could reign in Cass. Please!

Like a distant chord struck in my bones. Lazriel inhales sharply. “Now,” he whispers. The air above the hare shimmers. Barely visible, but I see it. A thread of silver-white and trembling, lifting from the small, still body. It dawns on me then it’s the soul. Caelan curses softly under his breath. Lazriel moves fast. His fingers slice through the air, pulling unseen strands from his own power and weaving them toward that rising thread. The dungeon temperature drops instantly. Frost creeps across the stone near the ritual circle.

"But I think not. The core is fractured, yes. But a fractured gemstone is far easier to recut." Marcus began to chant—a low, rhythmic sequence of harsh, metallic syllables in the old alchemical tongue. With every word he uttered, the obsidian seal in his hand grew darker, bleeding a thick, vaporous smoke that crept along his forearm. In response, the violet veins on Kael’s back began to shift. The geometric lines broke their natural patterns, twisting and bending under the relic's influence, forcibly realigning themselves into the shape of a jagged, restrictive collar around his throat.

CHAPTER 22 BELLA “WHAT PRODUCT DO YOU DEAL? WHO IS YOUR CURRENT SUPPLIER AND WOULD THEY HAVE A PROBLEM SHOULD YOU CUT THEM OFF?” Alex continued speaking loudly and in an assertive tone while sounding genuinely interested in doing business with Mason, whom like the fool that he is started singing like a canary bragging about the products he deals and which areas he supplies and then started to bad mouth the mafia family who is his current supplier. He even dared to ask if Gabriel would offer him protection as they would come after him once he cut them off. Alex assured him that he would have 24/7 protection! Thereafter, the focus was back to me. “What do you want in return for my whore? Take

Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing. “I will definitely murder that damned god if I survive this,” he muttered. Then, with every ounce of rage and reluctance in his bones, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Thus, the seal ignited. The moment Theo’s lips touched hers, ancient magic surged to life, a blinding burst of gold that erupted from Selena's chest and wrapped around them like celestial thread. Symbols older than written language danced in the air, circling their bodies in a quiet, humming storm of light. The office, for one breathless second, transformed—no longer four sterile walls and a desk, but a sanctified altar suspended between mortal and divine.

“You think you can break a lunar bond by sheer will? If you pull her away from him now, you’ll kill her. Or worse—you’ll finish the transformation before she’s ready.” Evelyn let out another bone-rattling growl, her nails raking down Kael’s arm and drawing blood. The scent of it flooded the air, rich and coppery. She froze at the taste of it on her tongue, horror and desire warring in her chest. Kael only tightened his embrace, ignoring the blood dripping down his skin. “Take it,” he growled in her ear, voice hoarse. “If it eases the fire, take it. I won’t let you burn alone.”

Then its words came like stone ground against stone. “I am Caelus. Once flesh. Once heir. Once betrayed. And bound to the line of Ashcroft by oath and by blood.” The room chilled. Selene let out a choked sob. ⸻ The Origin. Caelus lifted a hand, its edges flickering with runes that flared and died as though his very existence was rebellion against oblivion.