Castorice X Caelus Novels & Stories

Cairos let out a quiet breath, like he was holding back something between frustration and amusement. “Don’t worry I won’t stare,” he said flatly. I turned on him instantly. “That’s not the problem!” “It sounds like it’s the problem,” he muttered. “It is NOT—” I stopped myself, pointing between them. “You two are insane. Completely insane. I am not stripping down in a haunted house because of ‘alignment’ magic or whatever this is.” Anna crossed her arms. “Then you stay unprotected.” My throat tightened slightly. Cairos’ voice dropped lower. “Isolde.”

"To your mother. On a staircase." "She's very good." "Yes." "She's been teaching me." Soren lifted the wooden sword from the table. "Do you want to see?" "I would," said Caelum, and I retreated from the doorway before either of them noticed me. What followed, over the next several days, was not a friendship exactly—Caelum was four centuries old and had been Malachar's most feared instrument and operated in register several octaves below the ordinary frequency of social connection. But it was something. An interest, on both sides, that expressed itself in questions asked and answered and the occasional demonstration.

“Kael… Alpha… there’s something important I must tell you—” “Later,” Kael rumbled, voice thick with rut. He backed Cassian against a wide marble pillar softened by moss, yanking the cloak and robes open. Moonlight spilled across the omega’s bare skin, highlighting the gentle swell of his pregnant belly and the way his darkened nipples glistened with tiny beads of fluid.

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

he assured, giving me that warm smile of his. If only my other siblings could say the same. I sighed. By the time we arrived at the Royal Palace of Meldonis, it was already nightfall. As I stepped out of the carriage, the moon bathed me in its radiant light. I turned to Valerian when I started noticing loads of stares focused on me. “Those must be moon gems,” Valerian commented, pointing to one of the gems on my gown. “They are rare gems that glow in the presence of moonlight. Now you look like a princess.”

“His magic is in the air too. I can taste it.” Ace steps forward, taking the attention away from me for a moment. “I can smell that too, and taste it. But what if it is this Sinful you speak of? What are we going to do to go against an Immortal.” “It’s not an Immortal,” Grayson stresses, nudging Kael to confirm. “A powerful Immortal isn’t going to have an interest in something like this.” He might. With an Alpha at least.

"A legitimate claim to the throne by Princess Khalifa would be that signal." "Which I am never going to make." "Faris doesn't need you to make it publicly," Louis said. "He needs a letter. A document with your seal. Something he can put in front of Balik as confirmation." "He's been forging my correspondence already. Why does he need me?" "He needs something Balik can verify." Louis looked at me. "He needs the Mark of the Warrior Moon." The room went quiet. "Explain," I said.

Kael's defenses crumbled. His dark portal began to collapse. The master of darkness snarled. "No...this can't be." Cassius approached him. "Brother," he said. Kael's eyes widened. "Cassius...no." A flash of sorrow crossed Cassius's face. "For what you've done," he whispered. Cassius struck. Kael's dark energy dissipated. The forest began to heal. The battle won. We stood victorious. Ruth's lunar energy still pulsed.

Cael wheezed, a dark, oily liquid beginning to leak from his eyes. Scarlett’s heart plummeted. She recognized that liquid—it was the same miasma she had seen during Caleb’s soul-coma. She rushed forward, her jade brush already out. “Caleb, let him go! He’s a vessel!” Before Caleb could react, Cael’s body contorted in a way that defied biology. A black, spectral vapor erupted from his mouth, forming a silhouette that looked disturbingly like the Silver Wolf—but twisted, rotting, and crowned with thorns.

The "Co-Author" merger was a visceral, soul-shredding atmospheric pressure. In the center of the "Bleached" courtyard, Kaelen and Elora were no longer two physical beings; they were a "Twin Pulse" of gold-starlight and scentless vacuum. The collision of the "Genesis" marrow and the "System Prototype" created a "Feedback Loop" that unwove the Auditor’s "Premium Gold" armor, turning the clinical being back into a cloud of grey static.