Land Caster Novels & Stories

Why does my heart kick this way whenever he steps closer to me? Dear Goddess, please help me. I don’t want to get into trouble with this annoying Gamma. My eyes scanned the huge bathroom searching for a bucket, but there was none. I would have to use a shower tap. I hissed and strolled toward the littered pants of Gamma Liam on the floor. I picked it up and threw it in a machine that looked like where clothes were kept.

“This is a sacred ceremony. Whatever you have to say can wait.” “It can’t wait!” Sarah placed both hands on her belly dramatically. “I’m carrying Darius’s child. The true heir to Blackhowl. This ceremony should be stopped. I should be recognized as the rightful Luna instead of Kiera.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Lena looked at me, her brow furrowed. "You recognize him?" she asked. I nodded, a bitter taste filling my mouth. "That's my cousin," I spat, the words laced with venom. "He must be a traitor, then," Lena growled, pushing herself up. "Hey, you! Aren't you ashamed to be fighting your own blood?" she challenged him. Lysander let out a chilling, maniacal laugh. "Grab them both!" he commanded. The men dismounted and surged towards us. I scanned my surroundings, assessing the situation before engaging. Without a weapon, and feeling my strength wane, I shifted into my wolf form again. But an earth-shattering kick from Lysander sent me flying across the clearing.

He smiles and holds her hand. "Hi, this is Lander." He paused for a moment then he looked at the hand that is holding Celestine's hand. "I know you can hear me. I know. And I just want you to know that I miss seeing the color of your eyes and how they twinkle every time you look at the things you really love. Also, I miss looking how the middle of your eyebrows wrinkle every time I annoy you and you're starting to get irritated." He chuckled.

“Just....speak softly and calmly. He’s too focused on protecting you right now, so everything seems like a threat. The Leopards we carry can be very....aggressive towards threats to those we are close too. We can lose our way in the heat of battle...even more so when one is born a Reaver.” “Oh! Hey I’ve got an fan-fucking-tastic idea! Since were all being lovey dovey in the middle of a fucking attack, why don’t you just give the big idiot a kiss while were ‘soothing’ him!?” Lander snarled in disgust casting all of them a glare. Walter simply grunted at Lander and didn’t respond so Brandon ignored him as well.

“How do we know we’re on their grounds?” “We’ve been standing in their grounds all this time.” He holds up a stone, “This will get us to the castle in two steps.” I squint at the little purple stone, “That little thing.” I point at it, he grabs my shoulder and we both step forward, “I doubt that rock can get us from here to-” I stop and stare up at the castle, “to here…” I mutter. “That’s one of her other little tricks.” Landon grins. “Come on, we need to find Lotty and get the hell out of here.”

Before I could respond, the boat hit the shore of our island. ​The next few weeks passed in a beautiful, blurred haze. Luke didn't need his crutches anymore. He started helping my father on the farm, and to everyone's surprise, the "city boy" was actually a hard worker. He was stronger than he looked. ​One afternoon, I found him standing by the old well behind our house, staring at a small piece of metal he’d found in the dirt. ​"Everything okay?" I asked. ​"I keep having these flashes," he whispered, not looking up. "Not memories, exactly. Just sounds. Phones ringing, people arguing about percentages, the sound of a heavy glass door closing. It feels cold, Hannah. Nothing like the warmth he

“What the hell are they doing here?” Moments later we stood outside, the guards lined like a wall, guns raised. Leo’s pistol rested calmly in his hand. The convoy door opened. Mr Lancaster stepped out, his wife behind him. His gaze went to Leo first, sharp, disdainful. “What are you here for?” Leo’s voice was steel. Mr Lancaster’s lip curled, bitter and cold. “I really thought you were different from your parents. But I guess the Castellis are nothing more than a family line of backstabbers.”