Twilight Caius Volturi Novels & Stories

I replied. "I see, which family are you from Clara," he asked with a sinister tone. "I don't understand," I told him. "I mean what is your family name?" He said. "Shawn?" I answered, wondering where he was going with this. "Shawn, Shawn… I don't think I know of any vampire family with such a name," he said. I could feel Nicholas hold on me tighten, he was angry and he had every right to be. "She's human Matthew and you should already know that or have your lost all your powers," Nicholas said boldly.

He said when he notice what was I'm thinking. "Have you talk to her?" I asked pertaining to Gahala. The girl I met last time outside of Enlaja. "No, she seems to be mad at me because she's avoiding my presence." He replied with guilt in his expression. "She's right Gani, I am an enemy." "Of course not! Man, you are so good to be considered as an enemy." "Still I am a werewolf, and a werewolves are considered enemies of a fairies." I said with conviction.

He nods and as an added affirmation of the vow, he says, “I am Gezer Zarn, a vampire of the Blood God. For all eternity, I, and all my descendants, will honor this vow.” Before I let go of his hand, I say, “I am Kaiya of Pitchford, a she-wolf of the Moon Goddess. For as long as I am alive, I will make sure that Gezer Zarn and his descendants will honor this vow. In exchange, I will do everything in my power to protect them.” “I’m guessing you will do the same thing with the others,” General Lorant interjects. Two vampires are standing behind him. This time they are docile. They cut both their palms and offers them to me.

The vampire stepped back the moment Perth’s voice sliced through the hallway. He dipped his head slightly, shoulders tight, the blood on his chin catching the dim light as he murmured, “Sire.” Perth’s footsteps echoed closer. His tone was sharper this time, clipped and irritated. “What is going on here?” The vampire finally straightened his spine a little, though his head remained bowed. “I was just asking if he had seen my companion.” Perth turned to me. His eyes were unreadable. “Have you seen his companion?”

It was an odd smell, the sweet milky scent of fresh coconuts combined with the musky smell of a nine-day-old carcass. "Excuse me?" He growled protectively, his own problem temporarily forgotten. "You're excused," the boy replied not taking his eyes off the girl who was more than shocked. "Atticus, who is this?" Caius' sister asked from behind him and it aggravated her brother more that Caia even cared enough to wanna know who it was. The eighteen-year-old vampire cleared his throat before he spoke. "Good evening auntie, cousins. This is Dasilva Dorin of the Dorin isles from the Vampire kingship lineage, heir to the throne."

Every step, every glance was measured, a silent signal of unity and power. Caius entered with a calculated air, eyes sharp, lips curled in a polite but predatory smile. He greeted the council members with smooth words, but Zaria could sense the undercurrent—the way he subtly positioned himself closer to influential members, the slight flexing of energy that hinted at latent power, and the glint of cunning in his gaze. Lucien’s golden eyes tracked him like a predator, muscles tense, jaw set. The bond pulsed sharply at Caius’ presence, warning Zaria that this rival was not merely political—he was supernatural, attuned to power in ways that made him a formidable opponent.

The vampires on either side of him each held a golden goblet, filled, Caitlin could see, with a white liquid. She looked everywhere for a sign of her father. She wondered if any of these men could be him. But she didn’t see him. Caitlin stopped right before the center vampire, and as they waited, she could hear a pin drop. The only sound was the whipping of the wind in this remote place, whistling over the grass, over the ancient walls. “Caitlin of the Pollepel Coven,” pronounced the vampire in the middle, staring down at her. “You have done well. We are proud of you. And so is your father.”

I fought to maintain it, knowing that if I lost control now, I'd be useless to Sienna. We moved forward carefully until we reached a small clearing. There, waiting in perfect silence, stood six figures dressed in the black and red of the Vampire High Court. I recognized the boss instantly. Caius Blackthorne. The Vampire Prince. My wolves growled, making a protective circle around me, but I stepped forward. Caius did the same. "Alpha Wolfe," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "You look... unwell." The black veins had reached my neck now. I could feel them moving. "What are you doing in my territory, leech?"

His seat was at the head of the table, a position of great power and responsibility. As he took his seat, someone thundered out his official title: "His Grace, High Lord Lumiére Colton- The fifth." The sound reverberated throughout the room as everyone in attendance bowed their heads and uttered respectful greetings. Lumiére nodded his head in acknowledgement before clearing his throat and adjusting his posture. He knew he was in for a long night, filled with weighty discussions and important decisions, as the challenges facing the Vampire race were not to be taken lightly.

But before I could respond, Caius continued, launching into a manic rant. “You know what I realized?” he asked, his loud voice dripping with condescension. He said the next sentence slowly, enunciating every word as if he were teaching a child an important lesson. “Why keep chasing after someone who is hunting you?” Finally he moved into my view. Caius was hideous. The oldest of all known living vampires, and some sort of hybrid being, for sure. There were no other vampires walking the earth today that were built like Caius. At least none I’d ever heard of.He was big. Even taller than me, if you counted the length of his horns. His bald, wrinkled head was atrociously huge, his fangs double t