Claude X Byleth Novels & Stories

"If anyone told me you were such a good curator, I would have argued." "My bad!" Caleb muttered under his breath, his voice lacing with sarcasm. Laughing out, Xander held his belly. "Thanks, man, for real. Thank you, you just lifted my mood, and I think I am ready for this." He said, focusing his attention on the tiny road Caleb had gotten on. Xander admitted that his grandfather had been an actual genius for working out such a plan that appeared so discreet. Stretching his hand out a bit to give a signal to the men of who he was, Caleb turned down the car's headlight a bit. His heart raced with delight when he saw the troops of ready warriors looking fearsome. Turning his excited eyes at Xa

My fingers tightened on the steering wheel just staring into the flickering orbs of cognac. "Okay, Alva. It's freaking cold outside so you could swallow whatever bad bone you have against me, Just get in so I can drive you home." I offered, pausing to observe her unchanged poise. It was strange how all I wanted to do was get her out of the rain. Not that I cared or had sympathy. It was just because it was her. The girl who kept claiming I have a son and I wanted answers. "...and I'm pretty sure Samuel wouldn't want you to die of pneumonia," I added, finally getting a reaction.

"Because no one looks for life in forgotten places." For a long moment, neither moved. Then Blythe reached up, untied the brooch at her throat, and let the cloak fall to her shoulders. Her boots followed. She stepped barefoot onto the moss and strolled to the pool's edge. The water steamed at her feet. She turned back to him, waiting. Xavier said nothing. His gaze swept over her, quietly reverent, never leering. He unbuttoned his tunic. Scars crossed his chest like faded runes—some jagged, some perfectly straight, old wounds from wars few remembered.

“I’d like to talk about the Wyldeweed.” “Yes!” Claude looked even happier than before. “I’d like to talk to you about that too. I’ve been studying Wyldeweed. I wonder where it comes from though. It’s destroying Debonaire.” Caroline could no longer hold back. “Stop pretending! I’ve never seen someone as shameless as you! You’re evil!” Claude replied flatly, “Miss, I’m very busy, and I’ve just made a renowned doctor my mentor lately. I’m learning to save lives, so I don’t have time to chat with you.”

"He thinks if he gets enough old men in a room with their gold-trimmed robes, they can vote the fire out of the mountain." Clyde lets out a low, dark chuckle—a subterranean sound of pure, wicked satisfaction—as he swings his legs out of the furs and stands up. He is massive, a monolith of bronze skin and hard muscle that completely dominates the light from the hearth. He steps into his own heavy leather trousers, his golden eyes never leaving my face.

Its growl grew into a tiny whimper. He pulled his claws out of its chest, only to ram it into its gut with so much force, he pulled out its stomach, “You will never, hurt another woman again.” Caleb grunted. He dug his claws straight into the Weres chest once again, and this time, its heart was ripped out. As he watched the life fade from its eyes, he felt an odd sense of relief.

He often expressed a desire for his son to die during battle so his much more powerful and talented brother, Arthur, could take his place. “Who do you think it was?” I asked. “Perhaps Xander.” No. It wasn’t Xander. It was Dexter fucking Maree. It was subtle, but I felt it. The little glimmer of magic coming from Claude. Just strong enough to fool me for a short time, but not so strong that I’d pick up on it right away. I looked up to see Claude heading towards the front door. “Stop him,” I hissed to Mickey who stood guard at the entrance.

Alex replies snapping me out of my evil thoughts. "Well then let me help you with that, am sure you have more important things to do." I smile politely picking up the cup. "But, Mr Xavier won't lik....... " "Am sure he won't mind." I quickly add. I grin tug on the corner of my lips, the sound of my heels against the tiled floor like music in my ear as I walk to Xavier's office, stiring the cup after adding a drop of my evil potion. Eye drop. Its one of Shelley's recipe she usually use on her ex boyfriend's. The eye drop, when ingested causes a serious case of diarrhoea.

Curse him and his kind, Caleb said before he felt the brush of the mind link from his best friend and second-in-command. ‘Caleb, you need to get away from there now. Your father will have your tail if you don’t come home this instant. And your mother has been screaming at me for not telling her where you have gone to,’ Xavier said before Caleb huffed his breaths through the snout. Even the sunshine still there in the Wintertime, it did not make Caleb chill to his bone. No, being in that condition right now, with brown fur covering all over his body, has kept him warm long enough to see that treacherous old man from the sideline.

James greets me with a solemn nod. “How is he?” I demand, my voice sounding like gravel. Rachel hesitates. “Damien, he’s alright.” My gaze drops to Elder Claude. His bright blue eyes are wide open and alert, though he still looks pale, chest rising and falling weakly with every rattle of a breath. “Damien, you’re here,” Elder Claude says with a wheeze. “I can speak for myself. Though I feel like I’ve just drunk wolfsbane. My body is still burning from the inside.”