Guts Casca Novels & Stories

She just gets to feel like she has a choice. And now Luca had something real to lose—not just his pride, everything he worked for. I’d tasted Noah now, and that changes the math of everything else. “Take it off.” Casper stepped forward and pulled the bag away in one motion. His face was already a mess. One eyes swollen almost full shut, blood dried into a dark crust at the corner of his mouth, cheek mottled purple-black in the shape of a fist that had connected more than once. He looked at me. Then dropped his eyes immediately, cursing under his breath.

For us, to hopefully let things calm down a little. What was he asking again? Cas spoke, “we met at work.” Thank God he had media training—not that it made him really talkative, but he’s only talkative around me, I guess. But it did make him more discreet in his answers. “What was your first impression of Cassius?” The woman across from me asked. What was her name again? Juliette. Or Julie? I took a deep breath, and before I could answer, Cas did. “She hated me.”

Marcus glared at his mom. “I’m sure you can hire help, mom,” he corrected her. Cassie clapped her hands with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Aunt Claudia, Marky, and I need to catch up. Can I come along with him later?” pouted Cassie, drawing Cara’s attention to her. She was extremely beautiful, with pale golden hair and twinkling blue eyes, and a perfectly made-up face. Everything was perfect about Cassie and she was nowhere near in comparison. Marcus placed the tray of coffee on his table and turned to Cara to speak to her.

Cassey had the basket she brought with her dropped at the centre table, which grimed with sweet smelling glass oil which the servants of the fort had used in polishing it clean. “How have you been, brother?” Cassey posed with so much words left in her lips. Had I gone pale and weak with mourning for crying out loud, she would have had so much to say, and she could have said everything without hold any of them back in her mouth with her lips tight. Well, I did mourn Gova. I did feel her absence. I did cry my eyes out when the priest set fire to her funeral pyre, but I knew I was not meant to exceed the boundaries of mourning the dead by starving myself over someone who had been a nice diversi

the girl asked her. "Unfortunately, I don't. Just so as I say and come back," the greying woman said. "Now, I'm afraid that you need to leave." Cassie numbly left her tent. "They said that old hag is the best around here," she said to herself on her way of the fair. "I guess I will have to find the name of that bitch's boyfriend one way or the other." ~~~ "Kasa, are you sure that all of this is worth it?" Valentino asked his girlfriend as she laid on his bare chest.

Both men turned to her, surprise evident on their faces. "What is your first name?" Marcus asked, his voice suddenly hushed. Casey hesitated, then sighed. "Sage. My grandmother insisted on it, said it was a family name. I never liked it—too formal. Everyone's called me Casey since kindergarten." "Sage," Xaihuang repeated, his bronze eyes widening. "The herb of wisdom and purification. Used in ancient dragon rituals to cleanse magical pathways." He laughed, a sound like coins clinking together. "Your grandmother knew exactly what she was doing."

Cas waited by her locker, still sweaty and faintly redolent of wet dog. “So,” he said. “You and Xander.” Carolina slung her jacket into the cubby. “You and that bottle of cinnamon booze.” He grinned, teeth too pointy, and held up a half-empty flask. “Want some? It’ll melt the insides right off you.” She took the bottle, uncapped it, and swallowed a burning shot. “Is the entire pack talking about us?” Cas leaned against the row of lockers, tilted his head. “Some are jealous. Most are scared.”

“You knew it was me—” But he hadn’t or hadn’t cared. I dropped my satchel on the table and yanked off my jacket. Blood from five warriors was still crusted on the sleeves. My hands smelled like poultices and death. I couldn’t stand it. A noise scraped at my ears, movements. I turned sharply—just in time to see Cassia slip through the back door. She smiled. Barefoot now, like she’d just danced with the Goddess herself. “What the hell are you doing in here?” I snarled.

Only Titus could, so I shrugged and went ahead with the cake in my hand. The loud banging and the sounds of moaning got louder as I got closer but I refused to assume so I took the keys out and unlocked the door to the worst image I'd ever seen. On our bed, my pink duvet was Titus and my step-sister Raina stark naked. The moans were from Raina while the groans were from Titus. My legs wobbled and the cake in my hand fell to the floor unapologetically, it's loud sound doing nothing to bring me out of the trance I'd fallen into.

Kasadya inquired, a hint of surprise coloring his tone. "I appreciate your intentions and acknowledge your actions," Gin clarified, realizing she had found a diplomatic way to achieve the outcome she desired. "But I entrust the proof to you. It will strengthen you, won't it?" "It shall, little sugar fairy. The bones of the guilty fortify me," Kasadya affirmed. "In that case, take them, with my gratitude," Gin conceded, understanding the significance of the gesture. With a swift motion, Kasadya retrieved the heads from the sack, and Gin watched with a mix of fascination and repulsion as they seamlessly integrated into his deathly exoskeleton.