Castorice X Caelus Novels & Stories

Eleanor was puzzled, as she also examined the wounds that appeared to be typical for her. "Yes, it is. Perhaps you were wounded by a Dresiur, a dangerous wood-like creature that can be found throughout the forest. If this is not treated, it could cause you to have hallucinations and it will be triggering your desires, leading you to your own death." While getting a basin and towel from the cupboards, she said this seriously. Eleanor sat there, bewildered, staring at Asmia.

On the glossy cover, she saw two familiar names printed boldly: Caelum Vellaria & Caliste Winslow. The headline read: "Rumors Spark Caelum Vellaria's New Muse or Something More?" Aster adjusted her glasses and sighed, her silver hair glinting under the light. So it had begun. Moments later, a soft knock echoed. "Enter," she said. Caelum stepped in, looking sharper than usual, wearing his signature confident smile that never quite masked the seriousness in his eyes. "Grandmother," he greeted, bowing slightly before sitting across from her.

Her charming eyes and delicate skin made her look like an angel that had descended to earth and was as yet unadulterated by the world. The woman was Celeste Mullin, the Sixth Mountain's prodigy and the sole woman among the five core disciples. Celeste was once a concubine, and it was by chance that sect elders came across her and found out that she possessed the Forest Constitution. It was a rare Element Constitution that resonated particularly well with alchemy, making her an exceptional talent in the field of alchemy. Celeste thus became a disciple of the Grandiuno Sect's Sixth Mountain.

Tristan said under his breathe with a huff. Lord Kys pulled out a bejeweled weapon from beneath his cloak and handed it to Trix. One jewel shone bright and reminded her off the one within her pocket. She gripped the hilt and attempted to open it but Lord Kys placed his hands over hers and shook his head. “Not here,” he whispered. “And for you young edor,” he said to Tristan, who stiffened comically. Trix’s eyes widened then narrowed. What was an edor? Was that his name? It was most definitely an odd one.

As for Frank, he desperately grabbed the hands of the specialists, begging to know if there was any hope for him. All the specialists shook their heads with regret. "It’s too late. The only option to save your life is castration." "No way! Everything was fine last time! Did Janet bribe you to do this to me on purpose? How can someone as healthy as me end up a eunuch?!" Unfortunately, no one could save him now.

Castor began, trying to keep his composure, "I can explain." Her voice, sharp as a knife, cut through the space between them. "Explain? Explain what, Castor? Your betrayal, your deceit? You've joined forces with our competition, with Taylor's mother of all people. Have you gone mad?" Castor swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the ground. He knew he had made a grave mistake, and there was no easy way out of it. "I didn't plan for it to turn out like this, but she offered me a partnership, Catalina. It was an opportunity I couldn't refuse."

I whisper, pulling away only far enough to speak. I tug at his shirt and a second later, he pulls it over his head, offering me a look at his perfect body. The sight of him sends another wave of desire through my pussy and soon I feel Elias' hands sliding under my own shirt. I let him lift it up and over my head, revealing the black lace bra I have on underneath.

“Take it.” Celeste's smile widened until it split her face like a wound. “Brave. Or desperate. Both taste the same.” She turned to her work table and began gathering ingredients, a lock of Enzo’s hair how did she already have it?, a vial of liquid shadow that writhed like smoke, dried wolf’s bane flowers black as night, and a curved silver dagger that seemed to absorb the firelight. She pricked my palm without warning. I hissed as hot blood welled. She caught every drop in a black obsidian bowl, mixing it with the shadow liquid and the hair until the mixture glowed an eerie violet.

Alexander whispers near my ear. We stop in front of a magical antique shop. Without checking if it’s open, Caelum pushes through the door with urgency, and it slams against the wall. A youthful enchantress with milky white eyes and brown skin appears from the back of the shop, her hands raised, two orbs of energy crackling between them, ready to strike the intruders. When she recognizes that it’s King Caelum standing in her shop, her expression shifts to one of surprise, and her hands drop. I notice her heartbeat quicken, her breathing becoming shallow.

“Selene didn’t create it by herself. She had a partner. A god of shadow and silence.” Rory’s breath hitched. “Her consort?” I nodded. “The one who taught her how to bind souls. The one who gave her the power to control life and death. His name was Caer.” Kael frowned. “I thought he was a myth.” “He was,” I said sadly. “Until she found a way to call him back through us.” Rory’s voice shook. “Through us?” “Yes,” I said. “The Vessel holds her essence. The Guardian guards it. The Source keeps it living. But when the curse completes, the marks of all three alignCare awakens to reclaim what he lost.”