Castorice X Caelus Novels & Stories

Marcus shot back, voice rough. Kael’s smile went razor-sharp. “Won’t she? Love makes people do all sorts of stupid things. And you, my friend, are about to be her favorite excuse.” Suddenly, a soldier aimed a crossbow at Marcus’s chest. The bolt wasn’t normal, it glowed, weird and crystalline, like something out of a bad dream. “Alchemical amplification,” Kael said, sounding like he was reading off a menu. “It won’t kill you. Just makes you real easy to handle.”

Chapter 54: The Council’s Demand POV: Kael Mooncrest was alive with the soft rustle of movement, but it was a restless life, a shadow of the peace we had known. I paced the stone corridors of the palace, boots clicking against the floor, my cloak brushing the walls. The council chamber loomed ahead, dark and imposing, lit only by torches that flickered against carved stone. Tonight, the air smelled of incense, smoke, and authority—the authority of beings who had long since grown beyond human comprehension.

He opened another scroll, handing it to her, and my heart dropped as I read the Latin words that were stated. “Phoenix in plenilunio nascitur, unum ovum ponitur, et si eclypsis advenerit, exoritur datus. Phoenix sanguine nascitur, sed datus ex sole et luna annulari.” A phoenix is to be born on a full moon, one egg to be laid, and if an eclipse is to occur, it hatches giving the chosen one. A phoenix is born of phoenix blood, but a chosen one is of a sun and moon annular. I read, looking up at my mate whose eyes met the Lycan’s.

This is a formula I developed myself. As he took the prescription, Pedro's professional instincts kicked in. He examined it carefully, quickly becoming absorbed in the details. After ten minutes, Pedro suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Brilliant! This is absolutely brilliant! This formula is truly inspired. If I'm not mistaken, the catalyst should be a blend of Dustpear, Phantiflora, and Selentine, right?" Felix immediately replied, "You're amazing, Mr. Goff. The catalyst is indeed made from those three herbs."

It didn't cross in my mind that Caleb rented a whole restaurant for us tonight and it is in the main branch of Cuisine De Winzlet. Unlike when I went here with him a few days ago, Cuisine De Winzlet looked different. Tonight, the tables around weren't present and only a set of table for two in the middle, covered in white silk, surrounded with candle lights and rose petals was there.

I hit Solidified Light. The battle was a Total Narrative Distortion. Caelum didn't fight back with claws. Every time I struck, he moved at the speed of Thought. He wasn't predicting my moves; he was Recalculating the Probability of my Impact. "You are fighting with 'Instinct,' Darlene," Caelum’s voice vibrated through the air, sounding like a digital choir. "Instinct is a legacy of the 19th Cycle. It is a bug in the code of the 28th. I am the Patch."

Scene 4: The Surrender Suddenly, a wave of gold and black fire surged from Caelum’s chest, knocking Iris and Aiden backward. The boy’s scream pierced the air as Vaelor’s shadow coiled around him, forming a crown of twisting thorns. “YES,” Vaelor roared. “LET ME IN. TOGETHER, WE—” “I command you,” Caelum shouted, his small body trembling. “I’m not your vessel. You’re mine!” The shadow writhed, shrieking in fury as Caelum’s form glowed blindingly bright. Chains of light and shadow erupted from his arms, wrapping around Vaelor’s essence and dragging it inward.

“Do you really think we can stop him?” “Yes,” Cassius said without hesitation, his voice sharp and clear. “But it won’t be easy. Caelum’s reach goes deeper than we realized. His followers are still here, hiding in plain sight. The darkness he wields - it’s not just ancient; it’s complex and insidious. That fog we saw wasn’t just for show. It clouds the senses, manipulates perception, even erases traces of its wielder’s presence. That’s why we haven’t found a shred of evidence of his escape route.” Zoe leaned forward slightly, her expression tense as she listened.

She quivered under the male's brutal scrutiny as his eyes went over her naked body, and his hands pushed past the quiet to her legs, stopping the moment he felt the warm trace of the alpha’s scent and juices on her skin. “Hmm, looks like he fucked you well enough,” he called, as Celeste had never felt such mortification knowing what he meant; her scowl grew just as the tension broke from the other male's voice. “That’s enough bullshit for today, Cassian…” he said to the male, who chuckled. “I am Callix, and this oaf is my brother, Cassian Altaire… Welcome to the Sorgale capital, the Silver City,” the long, white-haired male spoke, earning her gaze.