Robin X Caelus Novels & Stories

“Selene didn’t create it by herself. She had a partner. A god of shadow and silence.” Rory’s breath hitched. “Her consort?” I nodded. “The one who taught her how to bind souls. The one who gave her the power to control life and death. His name was Caer.” Kael frowned. “I thought he was a myth.” “He was,” I said sadly. “Until she found a way to call him back through us.” Rory’s voice shook. “Through us?” “Yes,” I said. “The Vessel holds her essence. The Guardian guards it. The Source keeps it living. But when the curse completes, the marks of all three alignCare awakens to reclaim what he lost.”

Rose asked. "What... no no i haven't fought with anyone..... actually I haven't told you this... but I am here on a scholarship... and.." I was explaining her everything when suddenly she cut me off "Oh... I see if okay if you're poor. I know you are very kind hearted" she replied getting my story in a wrong way. I wanted to say her everything... but the thought that she'll hate me like everyone else does scared me, so I decided to let the things be as they were. "Will you help me rose?" I asked her again. lOf course I will. I know some shops which are near our school we can go their and ask if you're free tomorrow." she said looking at me. The thought of getting a friend who could help you

Silas rolled his eyes boringly, he had been in this meeting for an hour, 30 minutes and 25 seconds to be exact and he was getting pissed off with each second that ticked by. “And why is it alarming?, I will find my mate when it is due time” Silas scoffed, playing with the sharp nib of the fountain pen that he usually used in signing documents by stabbing it lightly into the wooden oak table, the nib made hole dents in the table with just a prick. “A pack without a Luna is not really a pack, no matter how strong we claim that we are, if we don't have a Luna then we are as good as the other packs out there” Elder Ramus, the leader and chief of the council of elders said in a passionate tone.

The blonde, Sarah, starts before the dark haired girl, Mariah, nudges her and she immediately shuts up. "Took over?" Rei latches on to the blonde slip up. "Indeed, perhaps this Calista took on the Alpha's role fully for her father. No wonder she's causing difficulties already, she must think I'm taking her position." I reply to Rei, watching as the group in front of me shift nervously, clearly mindlinking one another. Something I won't be able to do until the new Alpha ceremony during the next full moon.

DELLA I was in the cabin that Hunt and I were sharing when the door burst open and Hunt came in. Nostrils flared, eyes dark and his brows knitted together. He looked furious, especially as he slammed the door shut and turned around to face me. And then another look took over his expression completely. One that I recognized well. Lust. Need. Want.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

The broken pillars loomed like sentinels, their cracked faces casting long shadows over the ritual circle being drawn in white salt and ash. Seraphina knelt at the center, eyes closed. The rune on her wrist glowed softly under the moonlight, its edges flickering like an open wound refusing to close. Lucan stood behind her, silent and watchful. Astra muttered incantations as she aligned the last of the stones. And Cael arrived without a sound,just a shift in the wind and the sudden scent of ozone. He was tall, draped in deep charcoal robes that shimmered faintly at the hem. His eyes were mismatched. one silver, one black and his expression bored.

The bond flared hot, bright, undeniable. He took a step toward me. Just one. Enough. Then came the sound of footsteps. From behind the Council. Caleb emerged from the shadows, holding something in his hands. A second scroll. “My apologies,” he said calmly, “but I believe this belongs in the record.” He passed it to the silver-robed woman. She unrolled it and her face paled. “This can’t be verified,” she said. “Actually, it can,” Caleb replied. “I cross-checked it with the hidden registry. Adelina’s father Callen of the Hollow Moon is listed. And he was mated to a human.”

"To your mother. On a staircase." "She's very good." "Yes." "She's been teaching me." Soren lifted the wooden sword from the table. "Do you want to see?" "I would," said Caelum, and I retreated from the doorway before either of them noticed me. What followed, over the next several days, was not a friendship exactly—Caelum was four centuries old and had been Malachar's most feared instrument and operated in register several octaves below the ordinary frequency of social connection. But it was something. An interest, on both sides, that expressed itself in questions asked and answered and the occasional demonstration.