Vanquish Soul Caesar Valius Novels & Stories

"Or I start deducting points from your life expectancy!" Tristan jumped onto the table. He kicked the papers aside and grabbed Valerius by his gold collar. "You have a choice, Valerius," Tristan hissed, his face inches from the terrified merchant. "Right now. The Empire? Or the Revolution?" "The Empire is here!" Valerius blubbered. "Kaelen has a legion outside!" "And I have a Dragon," Tristan said. He pointed at Saoirse. She was fighting Kaelen. The Inquisitor was fast, mechanically enhanced, but Saoirse was fueled by the eclipse-residual magic in her blood.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

The Supreme Envoy of the Capital. ​He turned as we burst into the room, a placid, aristocratic smile touching his lips. He looked at Kaelen’s bare, scarred chest and drawn sword, and then his dark eyes slid to me, taking in my shredded tactical gear and the furious, glowing violet of my eyes. ​"Ah. The prodigal Alpha and the fabled White Queen," Valerius purred, his voice smooth and dripping with condescension. "I was beginning to wonder if Cassius had bored you to death in the valley."

Scene 4: The Surrender Suddenly, a wave of gold and black fire surged from Caelum’s chest, knocking Iris and Aiden backward. The boy’s scream pierced the air as Vaelor’s shadow coiled around him, forming a crown of twisting thorns. “YES,” Vaelor roared. “LET ME IN. TOGETHER, WE—” “I command you,” Caelum shouted, his small body trembling. “I’m not your vessel. You’re mine!” The shadow writhed, shrieking in fury as Caelum’s form glowed blindingly bright. Chains of light and shadow erupted from his arms, wrapping around Vaelor’s essence and dragging it inward.

" Marcus smiled back at her, frozen forever in a moment of happiness they'd never get back. Sera closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but all she could see was Kael standing in that dead garden, touching roses with careful hands, speaking about honor and honesty with a voice full of conviction. A man who valued truth above all else. She was going to destroy him with lies. And she couldn't afford to feel guilty about it.

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

Vale arrived in person within thirty minutes. “You have three paths,” he said bluntly. “Outline them,” Cassian replied. “Reject Vivian. Fight independently. Risk arbitration petition.” “Yes.” “Accept Vivian. Stabilize optics short term. Dilute autonomy long term.” “Yes.” “Third?” Vale paused slightly. “Counterattack.” Avelyn’s eyes lifted. “How?” “Expose orchestration.” Cassian’s gaze sharpened. “Proof?” “Not yet,” Vale admitted. “But digital amplification patterns suggest centralized coordination.”

The Beast in the Shadows Kaelen Voss was slumped on the floor, gasping for air, his Alpha pride had been crushed by the overwhelming pressure of Valerius’s aura. He wasn’t a threat anymore, a reminder of a life Lyra had already left behind. "Lyra, get behind me," Valerius ordered. His voice wasn't a request, it was a command. "No," Lyra snapped, her fingers moving quickly across the glowing interface of Unit 7.

His arms holding Sloane went completely stiff. But he refused to admit he was wrong. Utterly humiliated, he snapped his head up, glaring at Cassius with pure hostility. "Who the hell are you?" Julian gritted his teeth. "This is Valerius family business! Outsiders don't get to interfere!" Faced with his roaring, Cassius just gave a slight nod. He looked down at Julian. A dangerously cold smirk flashed in his dark eyes. "I am Cassius. Cassius Castellano."