Land Caster Novels & Stories

His eyes were red as he walked out of the car. The ground was wet and there were puddles at every step. Algard walked through the thorny trees, the deeper he went, the denser the trees became. And from afar Algards eye caught a glips of something bright, there were lights in a distance. He knew that it was the warehouse. He fastened his pace and ran over towards it.

He turned toward the direction that the attack came from. “This is A.F.P.D stay away from her,” Lane announced as he cocked the crossbow and pulled the trigger. The steak struck Landon on his chest and blood trickled down his nose. He just missed his target. Landon staggered toward him and Lane pulled the trigger again. This time it struck him in his heart and he burst into flames. Lane strode toward the human who was fighting the blackness that was about to take over her.

"The board is going to crucify you." "Let them," I said, staring at my bloody hand. "It's just money, Luca. If Marcus takes her... if he hurts them... nothing else matters." "We're almost there," Luca said. "The gate is coming up." The Castellano estate stood out of the darkness like a rotten tooth. It was a huge, gothic nightmare surrounded by overgrown walls. No lights. Nothing. "Kill the headlights," I ordered. We rolled forward on momentum, a ghost convoy in the rain.

Lander was Ezekiel's second eldest brother. He much like Walter had wide shoulders, but his hips were more narrow and defined by muscle and sinew. Defined but slimmer he was built for the Shift, the streamlined body made for hunt and kill, like the leopard that slept inside of him. His hair was a stark mix of golden and light golden that was long enough to brush the tips of his ear in the front, but long enough to dust his neck at the middle and back of his head.

from Cayden. “Cayden, call Alpha Connor and let him know what’s going on and to be on alert. Let him know that if need be, some of trackers and warriors may be crossing into pack lands and they’ll be coming in hot if they do, so there may not be time to send up a howl for permission.” Alpha Connor is the Alpha of the Midnight River Pack and our neighbor to the south. However, our packs don’t sit right up against each other as there is a “no man’s land”—land that isn’t owned by either pack—between the two that is several miles wide. I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout.

Lancaster threatened loudly and viciously, his eyes wandering about the calm water, his steps quickening, pacing the shore. The whistles hung on his chest, and the wolves were tossing back and forth on the shore as Lancaster moved. The water on the shore was churning with their white claws, the deep blue water floated up the yellow sand at the bottom of the lake. "F.uck! ! !" Lancaster shouted irritably at the tranquil water. But no matter what he said, there was no response. My shoulders relaxed against the tree trunk behind me, and if I weren't hiding now, I would laugh out loud.

Leander asked quizzically, looking from me back to Lucky and reevaluating him to see if he missed a sign regarding his sexual preference. Luca smirked, and I knew in the victorious glint in his eyes, that I had made a grave mistake. He turned to Leander and purred, "Tommy is a motorcycle aficionado, otherwise known as a biker with a local Motorcycle Club...who has a distinct affinity for little Hycinth here."

He was ready to kill me when he got to know that I was involved with Minerva and I was married already. "Bastard, you have two choices in front of you. Either you leave my sister and move back to India or I will kill you and send your little pieces of body to your wife. In both cases I will tell Minerva that you had played with her feelings and you left for India." Luca told me.

Jericho stood before them, his voice carrying across the crowd, "Today, we fight not just for ourselves, but for all lycans and humans who believe in unity and acceptance. Let us show the Nightshade Coven that our bond is unbreakable!" With a resounding cheer, the packs surged forward, charging towards the heart of darkness. The battle raged on, with lycans and humans fighting side by side, their determination unwavering. Jericho and Sable led the charge, their bond radiating with a fierce intensity that inspired those around them.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.