Solace Cast Novels & Stories

“What the fuck you are talking about? Castro demanded while growling. “Now that we're here, I'll reveal a secret I've kept for ages. Castro, do you recall losing your parents in the rogue attack?” "What does that have to do with this situation?" “For quite a while, you must have wondered how the rogues managed to enter the property without detection. It was me who permitted their entrance.” Upon hearing additional wolf growls, I recognized them as belonging to the Castro men. Soon after, Solomon transformed into a wolf and intervened to prevent Castro from getting closer to me. Solomon understood that an attack by Castro would necessitate Winter's death, thereby weakening Castro and simplify

He had gotten quite a beating. “Up next, we have two special people for this round, Solana Zarayel from the Cincinnati pack and Kael Riverstone of the Silver Fang!” The crowd cheered and Solana walked towards the door with a smile on her face. “I guess it’s my turn now,” she said with a smile. I turned to her, grabbing her hand. I didn’t know what to say, but I felt I had to say something. “Please be careful, Solana,” I begged. “He’s much stronger than you think.”

With just a glance, the coercion of the realm made Solana shudder, and a fearful emotion poured out from the bottom of her heart, causing her limbs to become stiff suddenly. "Senior brother of Blue Feather Sect, are you trying to interfere with the game?" At that moment, a familiar voice sounded from another direction. The voice was like a morning bell, and Solana's fearful emotion was instantly dispelled. Soon, she regained control of her body. After that, Solana hastily turned her head and found Caspian approaching her. He looked at the Blue Feather Sect disciple with a faint smile.

He affectionately pulled her into his embrace. Just as they embraced quietly, enjoying this rare moment of calm, Xavier sent a text. "Mr. Beckett, we've got a problem! The director of Solana Daily just called me, saying he can't withstand the pressure from above and wants to delete the post and remove the hashtag!"

Castiel said dryly, walking toward the door. I can reach out. Not to him. To who? “Stop!” They both halted to a pause. Castiel arched his brow at me. “I want it.” I lifted my gaze to meet his. “The job. The position for the healer. I will take it.” He tilted his head to the side as if deciphering what was going on in my head. His Beta turned to look at Castiel. “MoonCast Pack. Sunday evening.” With that, they walked out of the room, leaving me with my best friend fighting for dear life.

"Castellano merger devalued by 32%. Existing shareholder value down 18%. But the hostile takeover is now financially non-viable." Gabriel nods. "Continue monitoring. I want real-time updates on any counter-moves." The team disperses to their workstations, the clatter of keyboards filling the room. I drop my bag in the guest suite. The bed is made with military precision. Fresh towels folded in the bathroom. It looks like I never left. But I did leave. And I'm only here because Michael Hale forced me back. My phone rings in my pocket. Antonio Castellano. I answer and put it on speaker, setting the phone on the duvet.

Maya introduced me to other artists, and for the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere. We laughed, shared stories, and talked about the future — a future that didn’t include shadows or substitutes. --- But healing wasn’t a straight path. One evening, as I walked home, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. *“You’re more than you realize.”* No name, no explanation. A shiver ran down my spine. Was someone watching me? Or was it just my mind playing tricks? I tucked the phone away, trying to push the unease aside.

There was a knock on the door, and Caiathus looked at me, so I nodded for him to open it. It looked like Castor ran all the way here. His eyes zeroed in on Storm, and he offered her a legitimate smile. He was not one that smiled often at all, but I was not surprised that it happened when he finally set his eyes on the other half of his soul. “Storm, this is Castor. He’s one of the elite warriors in our pack. Castor, this is Storm who will be accompanying us back to the pack when the battle is over,” I informed him.

She continued, "I am also the newly appointed CEO of Castello Group, North America." "And effective immediately, Obsidian Group is a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Castello empire."

At that moment, four others stepped forward as well. Marvin gestured toward them, introducing each one. "These two are Baron North, leader of the Iron Mountain Sect, and his son, Castiel North." Chase recognized Castiel as the boorish man he had fought earlier. Now, however, Castiel behaved with utmost respect, bowing deeply. "An honor to meet you, Mr. Collins." His father, Baron, looked almost identical to him—the only difference was the age-worn marks of time on his face. They were unmistakably cut from the same mold.