Diluc And Kaeya Novels & Stories

Cheers rose from the soldiers, loud and triumphant. Caelan leaned against Lucien, exhausted but filled with quiet joy. The bond glowed warmly between them. “We did it,” he whispered. Lucien pressed a kiss to his temple. “Together. Always together.” That night, in a cleared space within the stone circle, Lucien and Caelan shared a simple meal and a hard bedroll under the stars. Their lovemaking was slow and tender, a celebration of survival and victory. Lucien moved with deep, reverent strokes, eyes locked on Caelan’s face, whispering words of love and possession until they shattered together, clinging tightly.

Kai followed, filling her with one last load of cum as he kissed her deeply. They stayed connected until the rescue team knocked on the door. Lila left with his marks all over her body and his cum still leaking down her thighs. She looked back at Kai one last time before stepping into the rescue vehicle. Neither of them said goodbye. Because they both knew they would see each other again. **The End.**

Beecher smirked. “I’m sorry, mutt, let me get you a bowl to lap it up,” Aquina quipped back. The bickering was back. Katalea smiled. Those two seemed to thrive on it. She wondered if either of them realized they were half in love. “There was a blue light. It seemed to be coming from a really large blue crystal. I think it was trying to tell me something, but Kaya didn’t want me there. I didn’t understand that part.” She blushed as Luca eyed her.

Dylan “Fuck, Kaiya! You terrified me! I thought I broke you!” Malleus cries, wrapping our little mate in his embrace. “I’m the conduit of the moon goddess on this planet. I am not so easy to break,” Kaiya replies with a warm smile. “But we have two mates to impregnate.” “We?” Malleus asks.

Silas announced. Even though I felt happy since I was close to my win, I didn’t openly smile or celebrate. The door swings open and Kael steps inside in all glory. He sat at a corner, watching me like a predator after prey. “Final duel,” Silas called out. “Ayla versus Leon.” Leon was a mountain of man with a wide deceiving grin. His hands were wrapped in brass knuckles that had spiked tips. “Stop,” Kael’s voice rang out, cold and commanding. He stood up. “Drop your weapons.”

Venya began to ask, squinting against the rising sun behind the group to get a better view. “Shit. Dilo, you wanted to get your sword swing on, you’re about to get your chance,” Kealy said, placing a hand on the snake’s face to lean over to speak to Dilo. She squealed in surprise when someone soft and squishy moved under the pressure she placed with her hand, pulling it away like she had been burnt. “You touched its eyeball, that’s so gross,” Venya said, pure disgust on her face shuddering slightly.

"You’re the Muse, Aradaa. You’re the one who decides who drinks and who starves. Choose me. Stay in the Hive. Let the world think you died in the storm." The door to the chamber was kicked open. Kaelor stood there. His eyes were red. His fangs were fully extended. "Get your hands off him," Kaelor roared. Lucian didn't move. He kept his hand on my waist. "He can see again, Kaelor. I saved his life while you were counting the stones in your cell." Kaelor lunged. Lucian spun, throwing me onto the bench. He caught Kaelor’s wrist, the sound of the impact echoing like a gunshot.

Devon smirked lazily before offering his arm again. “Relax, senior. Tonight we’re just two attractive people attending an engagement party.” “That sentence alone sounds suspicious.” “It works though.” Unfortunately… it did. From afar, they looked convincing. Too convincing. And that was exactly why Kael nearly choked on his drink the second he saw them enter together. “What the hell…” He blinked twice. Estella Duan. Holding another man’s arm. Not Aizen. Not even someone from Valcor. Kael immediately pulled out his phone and secretly snapped several photos.

Her words anchor me, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide me.” Kael confronts Dren in a chasm, their void-blades clashing, sparks illuminating the abyss. “You’ve betrayed the Veil!” Kael growls, his aura steadying, his faction rallying behind him. Dren’s rebels falter, their Overveil-tainted blades dimming, but Dren’s voice snarls, “The abyss will bury you!” Kael’s blade strikes true, felling Dren, his faction’s rebellion crumbling. Kael turns to me, voice gruff. “We’re with you, Aelys—for good.” His Shadowkin regroup, their void-blades aligning, loyalty solidified.