Castorice X Caelus Novelas e Histórias

“Everyone got their charms?” “Of course,” Cass said, lifting a bracelet. “As do I,” Balric said, taking out his. “Thank you, it’s amazing.” She grinned, pleased he liked it, but before she could say anything Cass made a wolf whistle. “Aw, you two are just the cutest.” “And she ruined it,” Balric said, looking up to the heavens. As if God could reign in Cass. Please!

I met the ancient sorcerer’s gaze, voice low. “Then help us open the doors she never wanted opened.” Lazriel’s smile curved like a blade. “Oh darling,” he said. “I intend to rip them from their hinges.” ********* The moon hung low, bloated and red, casting skeletal shadows across the courtyard ruins behind the Velvet Coil. Cracked stone pillars, crawling with ivy and age, surrounded me. I should have gone to bed, but sleep would not come. A footstep behind me made me turn, already knowing who it would be. Caelan stood in the archway, arms crossed, shirt half-unbuttoned, his jaw clenched like he’d been biting back a thousand things.

I shivered. “Alpha Xior,” Celeste said, voice like rustling leaves. “And the girl who calms the storm.” She circled me slowly, humming. Her fingers brushed my wrist, and a jolt of something electric shot through me. Images flickered in my mind—wolves and humans dancing under a blood moon, harmony shattered by betrayal. I gasped. “You carry old blood,” the priestess murmured. “Moonwalker echoes. Rare. Dangerous.” Xior tensed beside me. “Explain.”

"But I think not. The core is fractured, yes. But a fractured gemstone is far easier to recut." Marcus began to chant—a low, rhythmic sequence of harsh, metallic syllables in the old alchemical tongue. With every word he uttered, the obsidian seal in his hand grew darker, bleeding a thick, vaporous smoke that crept along his forearm. In response, the violet veins on Kael’s back began to shift. The geometric lines broke their natural patterns, twisting and bending under the relic's influence, forcibly realigning themselves into the shape of a jagged, restrictive collar around his throat.

The filthy, fleshy Wumms of the impact echoed from the concrete walls. “Go, Jada!” Cael cried over his shoulder. His black claws dug deep into the artificial polymer of its image. His muscles started like thick dew out of his arms. “Take Silas and bring this damn distributor down! I will hold them up here!" “I’m staying with him!” Nova called and invited her kinetic rifle with a hard Klack through. She stood wide-legged next to Kael, the eye stuck on the visor, while two more capsules got cracks. “You have the calculator job, we do the

CHAPTER 22 BELLA “WHAT PRODUCT DO YOU DEAL? WHO IS YOUR CURRENT SUPPLIER AND WOULD THEY HAVE A PROBLEM SHOULD YOU CUT THEM OFF?” Alex continued speaking loudly and in an assertive tone while sounding genuinely interested in doing business with Mason, whom like the fool that he is started singing like a canary bragging about the products he deals and which areas he supplies and then started to bad mouth the mafia family who is his current supplier. He even dared to ask if Gabriel would offer him protection as they would come after him once he cut them off. Alex assured him that he would have 24/7 protection! Thereafter, the focus was back to me. “What do you want in return for my whore? Take

Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing. “I will definitely murder that damned god if I survive this,” he muttered. Then, with every ounce of rage and reluctance in his bones, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Thus, the seal ignited. The moment Theo’s lips touched hers, ancient magic surged to life, a blinding burst of gold that erupted from Selena's chest and wrapped around them like celestial thread. Symbols older than written language danced in the air, circling their bodies in a quiet, humming storm of light. The office, for one breathless second, transformed—no longer four sterile walls and a desk, but a sanctified altar suspended between mortal and divine.

“You think you can break a lunar bond by sheer will? If you pull her away from him now, you’ll kill her. Or worse—you’ll finish the transformation before she’s ready.” Evelyn let out another bone-rattling growl, her nails raking down Kael’s arm and drawing blood. The scent of it flooded the air, rich and coppery. She froze at the taste of it on her tongue, horror and desire warring in her chest. Kael only tightened his embrace, ignoring the blood dripping down his skin. “Take it,” he growled in her ear, voice hoarse. “If it eases the fire, take it. I won’t let you burn alone.”

Then its words came like stone ground against stone. “I am Caelus. Once flesh. Once heir. Once betrayed. And bound to the line of Ashcroft by oath and by blood.” The room chilled. Selene let out a choked sob. ⸻ The Origin. Caelus lifted a hand, its edges flickering with runes that flared and died as though his very existence was rebellion against oblivion.

When Callisto killed his own father and took the throne for himself, Caezar was allowed to return to the North, but after so long living among the Lycans (and being convinced that the missing ingredient for the Elixir of Life was still out there), the alchemist refused to leave, vowing that he would serve Callisto. Anyway, it's quite useful to have Caezar's support, after all, not only is he excellent at alchemy, but he also has vast knowledge of anatomy and a disturbing curiosity about the beasts, which inevitably end up dissected in his small room. But the idea that Rhea is looking for Caezar bothers him deeply… something that's far beyond his comprehension. He has no idea why he's advanci