Cedric Novels & Stories

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

Cedric threw back his head in laughter as he walked out of the crowd. Bertie watched Cedric and Octavius walk off. He couldn't help beating his chest in frustration as he said, "Oh, Mr. Ballard, you were much too careless. Cedric is a prodigy in pill refining and is the only one in the Healer Sect in the past 100 years! "If… I mean, what if you make a mistake? What will we say to Madam Dragon?" Bertie wasn't the only one who was anxious. Drake had broken out into a cold sweat from nerves. They had thoroughly offended the Healer Sect for Sebastian's sake, and if Sebastian lost, the Warrior League w

Cedric continued, "I didn’t poison Macy either. I just took advantage of the situation." "You took advantage to sleep with Macy, right?" Kiran asked, his face filled with anger. "Yes, but it was also part of my Gu poison cultivation," Cedric replied. "What Gu poison are you cultivating?" "I’m cultivating the Earth Dragon Gu." "Earth Dragon Gu?" Kiran asked, intrigued. Cedric nodded. "That's why I need Macy and why I’m hiding in Kirin Cave." Kiran’s expression grew even more solemn.

Cedric retorts, “as long as they keep it professional. But I don’t understand why she even needs to work on this matter. Isn’t one attempt on her life enough? If I had it my way—” “But you don’t have it your way, do you?” I decide to speak up, my eyes glittering with anger. “Why is he here, Erik?” “He wants to be part of the process—” “He has no business being in this meeting,” I argue. “It is my business to watch over my mate,” Cedric states emphatically. “I am not your mate!” I shoot back. “Your mate is Vivian!” Cedric goes rigid but doesn’t respond. He has not once denied his link to her. How c

"Breakfast strategy meeting began five minutes ago. I gave you a grace period." Cedric raised an eyebrow, biting back a smile. "A grace period, huh? Very generous of you." Cassian nodded. "I take punctuality seriously. Come." Without waiting, he turned and marched down the hall, a miniature commander in footie pajamas adorned with foxes. Cedric followed, curiosity piqued and heart far too full for a man known as the Ice Duke.

Modric said. “The envoy refused to tell us.” Viktor looked toward the list. “If it is who I think—” “Who?” “Magnus Thorne.” The name was unfamiliar. Modric frowned faintly. “Cedric’s father?” Viktor looked toward him. “Yes.” Something passed across Modric’s face. Not recognition from politics. Memory. I noticed. “Who is Cedric?” Modric’s jaw tightened. “Academy.” That was enough. I did not ask more yet.

And he responds too. "Did you just arrive?" Juliet asks with a calm look on her face. "A few minutes ago," Christopher says. Meanwhile, Juliet turns to the other guy again. Which Christopher didn't fail to notice. "He is Gerald." Christopher suddenly says. "Gerald meet Juliet. Raphael cousin." Christopher says causally. "Hey." Juliet smiles. "You are pretty." Gerald comments. "No flirting," Christopher says. Making Gerald chuckle and Juliet smile.

, Aileen shouted, “He mourned you when he learnt of your demise, do not be ungratef…” He pointed a finger at her, “In matters about morals and behavior your opinion is invalid Aileen…” “You would never take me serious will you?”, she asked with teary eyes. “Ivan how did you? We all thought you were dead…”, Javaid trailed off still in shock. Cedric smirked, he waved his hands and it appeared like they were sitting outside in the courtyard. Their eyes widened in surprise. Cedric had a snug smile on his face, “I am the master of illusion”

Dominic straightens his posture, his eyes soften for me. I close my eyes reviewing everything, I open them and with a deep breath I say "I choose him" "I choose... Theodore"

Figuring out who she truly was after decades of being her mother's personal servant came first. The throne room doors creaked open as Cedric walked in with a wooden box in his hand, about the size small chest. There were strange markings all over it. An old fae language, I realized as he drew closer. One that had since been lost over the years. "Just a box?" I drawled, jumping down from the dais and making my way towards him. His chocolate brown hair was pushed back, his eyes watching me, tracking the movement of my sword as it moved against my hip.