Claude X Byleth Novels & Stories

Xyla said as she ridiculed her brother. "Whatever though, I'm outta here” Xandros said as he walked away from the field with everyone else "Not so fast, wait up” Calliope said to Xandros as she walked up to them both "Give me a moment with your brother darling, would you?” Calliope said to Xyla "Sure! I'll be with Tyler in the classroom” Xyla said as she excused them both. “The shaman said to me that the serum is losing its potency quickly so I'll need that blood before midnight, that is this damn night" Calliope said to Xandros, then he tried to play dumb with her by asking her

How can Bleiz have survived the direct attack if I felt that much agony through the mate bond alone. ‘Is he?’ I start to ask the worst possible question ever and my heart breaks. I can’t even finish the sentence. Blake looks up at me and I can see and feel the pain in him. ‘He is alive, but only just. We need Keeva, we need her powers of healing or we are going to lose him.’ His voice breaks and I know if he were in his human form it would be the first I would have seen him cry. ‘Keeva, we need you. Blake is injured. Please, hurry.’ There is no answer. Why is there no answer. ‘I’m coming Ebony, Where are you?’ a little voice enters my head. ‘Celeste?’ I’m shocked it is her that answers my ca

“The one and only Lord Bathym, the black duke of the inferno.” “I can see the resemblance.” He muttered, pulling us towards him whilst my father’s darkening eyes remained focused on my beloved. Something that I couldn’t figure flashed in his orbs whilst he kept observing the man approaching him and I was nervously sucking my inner cheeks, for I didn’t know what was running in his evil head. What did he see that made him stare at Xavier so intently? When we finally halted before him, Xavier extended his hand, offering a handshake, “I’m—“ He interrupted, “Xavier Clark White.” A small smile graced his face, perplexing me. He lifted his hand, grabbing Xavier’s and shook it. “The Alpha of the dec

Cathleen—his fierce, unyielding Cathleen—lay motionless, a broken doll discarded on the floor. "Caleb!" The name tore from his throat, a command wrapped in dread. "Call the doctor!" His knees hit the ground beside her, his hands hovering, afraid to shatter the illusion of peace that death seemed to have draped over her. Xavier Knight, who scorned love and reveled in control, found himself grappling with a terror that clawed at his insides—a fear that love might have been there all along, unrecognized, unclaimed, and now, possibly, lost forever.

The air grew dense with their heavy auras, and the discomfort creeping on their faces twisted into something far more horrifying. Vincent slowly lowered the book from in front of his face, his eyes narrowing as he studied me intently. “Where did you hear that? How do you know about it? Do you even realize what you’re saying?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, as if the words themselves were dangerous. “That’s enough! I knew this girl was trouble!” Claude got up, spreading his wings. Vish held his hand and made him sit on the chair again. “Don’t stand up like that, stupid!” Vish hissed at him. “I am sure she doesn’t know what she is saying. Xanthea, do you know what forced activation is or

Hell, if I hadn’t already been all over Rain, I would have been all over this guy… “Yes?” I replied, stopping in front of them. I glanced down at the man next to him, realizing that he looked just as young and was actually nearly as tall. But whereas the other one carried himself with head held high and shoulders squared, this wolf looked like he apologized for even existing. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail, and I could barely catch his stunning, bright amber eyes. Both of them were beautiful like gods! “I’m Xavier Madavio,” the taller one said, putting his arm around the man next to him. And just before he spoke, it finally clicked in my head. “This is my mate, Clyde Litale.” He pa

“It is a price I paid for the Xaél Crystal. The Sorceress asked for the eye of an alpha and I gave her one of mine. Then she said she needed a sacrificial lamb before she would gift me with the precious crystal. But I couldn’t very well give her my own life can I?” He smiles and strokes my hair. “But now that you’re here, your charred dead body will make a nice gift to the Sorceress.” Then Clyde does something that only a true beast would do. He stabs me in my chest and I feel as if I am being pierced by a thousand swords, cold and sharp stabbing all the way into my soul. My healing factor struggles to heal my body. Clyde slowly backs away, as does the mysterious assailant. I do not know who

Claude sighed, “His name is Vladimir, by the way. I don’t know what he wants with me.” “Really though? You don’t know anything at all?” “Well a witch once told me that I’m gifted…” “You think you have powers of some kind?” “I’m not a witch.” Claude said defensively. “I know you’re a werewolf Claude but you could be a hybrid or well, just special.” Claude shrugged not knowing how to feel about that, “Well I can read minds occasionally.” She whispered. “No way! Have you ever read my mind?” Claude stared at her, “No, Nuella. I haven’t.” She said. “Why are you acting so chill about this? That’s not normal.”

asked one of the women. While being captured, she had seen the man’s face. Right then, Xyla began speaking with a gloomy expression on her face. “I know who he is. He’s Preston Bale, younger brother of Phillip Bale of the Hydra Group! I’d recognize him even if he were burned to ashes! I always thought he was a normal person, but he turned out to be hiding so much.” Alex and Waltz immediately felt their heart thumping when they heard this. If the others had captured Lord Lex Gunther just to lure Alex out, Lord Lex Gunther might have been fine. But now that Philip Bale was dead, his younger brother was clearly here for revenge. He, too, was a person of such evil.

“But Clayton was born with a mission to protect Sonya Duville from you. It has been written in the sky, Knight Richard. You know it and you sense it. I am pretty sure you understand how the system in the universe is operating.” Knight Richard inhaled and regulated his breaths, he tried to make his emotions controllable. “What do they do in The Sacred Land?” Claudia sighed. “They also have some twisted destinies that both of them should accomplish, Knight Richard.” “Is he the wolf from Hengelbert’s bloodline?” Claudia nodded. “His name is Clayton Stein. He’s a doctorate student program in anthropology.” Knight Richard smirked. “The Steins!” He seemed to remember all the information.