Twilight Caius Volturi Novels & Stories

The torch cases looked like iron circles, each one so rusty and some of them with cobwebs. The witches stood in a circle in the center of the cave while the others stepped aside. An open coffin was placed in the middle of the circle of the witches and the two people who had carried the object immediately stepped aside. One of the witches turned his head, looked at Rokan Allegro. The male lead vampire of INDICENT nodded, gesturing for the witches to immediately do what needed to be done. And so, the Soul Liberation ritual began.

This was a power, a power that had been locked away for a very long time. I hadn’t even had the time to recognize the unusual energy when suddenly I smelt three powerful, seducing scents, completely washing away the scent of the top-notch alphas. The strong scents of cedar wood, wet earth, and smoldering coal intoxicated me to such an extent that my wolf bellowed out in frenzy. The whole hall fell dumbstruck as the two solid heavy doors flung open and three enormous, appalling figures appeared. Caius, Ronan, and Lucien Voss.

The ballroom was packed with ancient, bloodthirsty nobles wearing masks of boredom, but I could smell the anticipation hanging in the air like the static before a thunderstorm. They were all waiting for me to trip, waiting for the King’s "human pet" to make a mistake. Caius was glued to my side like a statue. He didn't touch me, but his presence was a literal wall, keeping the prowling courtiers at bay. He was dressed in some high-collared black brocade thing with silver webs that made him look like the predator he was. "When the moon hits its peak," Caius whispered, his lips ghosting over my hair, "Valerius is going to make his move. He thinks the blood pact is a weak point during the full

Azrael whispered, clearly enjoying the show. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him. This asshole will really tease me every chance he gets. “I am your husband, Mireya! I marked you! You are mine, Mireya!” I squeezed myself on Azrael’s chest and looked at Caius filled with fear. Azrael held me tightly too, like he was protecting me from Caius. “I believe you now! I won’t betray you again!” He stood up and tried to inch closer, but just as he was about to grab me, I caught a glimpse in my periphery—King Victor lunged through the air, shifting mid-leap before pinning Caius to the ground.

Aurora knelt before her, worshipping the swell with her tongue while Viktor watched with hungry calculation. Sophia met his gaze. “You want to rule with us? Then prove your blood belongs here.” The ritual began as a dangerous negotiation through flesh. Viktor stepped forward first. He cupped Sophia’s pregnant belly with surprising reverence, then guided his thick cock to her lips. Sophia took him in slowly, savoring the new taste as she sucked him deep. At the same time, Marcus claimed her pussy from behind with long, deep strokes, careful of the growing life inside her. Aurora was taken by Viktor’s son, a handsome, ruthless man named Lucian Voss, while Damien filled her mouth.

The royal chambers burned with raw, unfiltered fire. Moonlight poured through the tall windows like liquid silver, but it was nothing compared to the heat raging between the two men inside. Caelan was pressed against the cold stone wall, robe ripped open and hanging off one shoulder, exposing the dark mating bite on his neck. His silver eyes blazed with fury and desperate lust as Lucien loomed over him, golden eyes glowing with possessive rage. Elara Voss’s poisonous words still echoed in their minds — her claim that Caelan’s power was fracturing the realm and that only a second ritual with her could “fix” it. The threat to their son had ignited something primal in both of them.

Just silver moonlight painting the floor in shapes that looked like runes from an old language I couldn’t read. We ducked beneath one window alcove when footsteps echoed from the west wing corridor. Valen’s hand pressed to my back, steadying me as we flattened into the shadows. Two guards strode past—talking, half-awake, unaware. “They don’t rotate shifts like Twilight soldiers do,” Caelora whispered from the front. “Predictable.” “Useful,” Valen murmured back. We slipped into the next hallway, which narrowed into a long corridor veined with glowing vines. They pulsed as we passed, like they sensed us. Caelora muttered something in old Fae under her breath, and the light dimmed slightly.

"After Darius and I met the council, one member in particular held a strong interest in me." "Voldemort?" I suggest. Wynter turns to look at me, suppressing a laugh. "Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me."

The effect of the dragon's blood on his body was only able to withstand the curse because, after that, the effect disappeared along with his body temperature, which dropped drastically this morning. In other words, his engagement with Daniel should no longer be valid. As a warlock with no future like him, it was clear that he had no right to comment on Daniel and Isaac's relationship. But he continued to feel pain in his chest every time his mind repeated the incident over and over. Once he had regained his strength to leave the place to look for another place, Albert crossed the same corridor as him. The man only glanced at him a moment, then took him out of the castle, together with Ursula

Even the twins straightened, like caught guilty. And Lucifer spoke through him, sharp and lethal: “Explain. All of you.” —---- Later, once the hall was cleaned (and Sebastian’s dignity somewhat restored), the six of them gathered in the council chamber. Tori and Rori reported on their return from the village—about the harvest, about whispers of new trade, about how the vamps had begun laughing again. Vivienne climbed onto my lap halfway through. Kastiel tried to climb Vladimyr’s, only to be caught by the collar and plopped onto Fenrir’s back instead.