Acheron X Caelus Novels & Stories

Engraved at the blade's handle were several ancient characters—Hellblade. As Adrian picked up the weapon, Caleb began to turn away. "Wait," Adrian spoke up, "What's the relationship between Morning Star and Celestia?" "It's a temporary cooperative arrangement. The Celestria Restorationists are affluent, so they reached out to us. They hired me in exchange for a three-year right to use the Stellaris," Caleb explained somberly.

She needed to be kept under control, if she shifted into that wolf then it would be even more difficult to keep my secret. All this because of her pathetic excuse of a mother. If she had not given birth then I would not have wasted so much of my time and energy on keeping quiet. The moon goddess had blessed me with my son, I did not need a daughter out of wedlock. Especially with someone who was just the pack hoare. The day she died was certainly a good day for me. My beautiful Luna would never know about my affair with the hoare. Elora was a mistake but I did not believe in killing pups in my pack. Of course being known as an unmated hoare, nobody questioned who her father was because nobod

her secretary approached Kristina. "Good morning Madam," Roxan said. Her very sexy and smart secretary. "Good morning Roxan! Is there an important email? or an appointment for today?" asked Kristina. Roxan put all the documents on Kristina's table for her review and approval. "Yes Madam, you have an appointment with Mr. Gracer, CEO of Hard Core (a company of Men's undergarments) at 1 o'clock this afternoon at Coffee Beans Xerin. ," "Also Madam there's an email for you to comply with regarding your presentation at Wall of Asia."

"Rest well, silver guardian. Tomorrow brings new lessons." Alone again, Elena pondered his words. Guardian. Catalyst. Myth made real. But underneath the destiny talk, simpler truth remained. She had a son to reclaim, justice to serve. If cosmic forces wanted to use her for larger purposes, fine. As long as their goals aligned with hers. She shifted human as dawn approached, body finally demanding rest. In her cabin, she found a package, no sender marked. Inside, a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon. The note was unsigned: For the one who walks between. May you find balance in both forms.

"COME HOME, DAUGHTER." Tamara shot upright. Kai was already awake, eyes wide. "COME HOME BEFORE I COME FOR YOU." Selenius. The Moon King. Luna and Astra. Her ancestor. "THE BARRIERS WEAKEN. THE SEAL KEEPER SCREAMS. THE BRIDGE MUST CHOOSE." Downstairs, wolves were howling in fear. Somewhere in the house, glass shattered. "SEVEN SEALS. SEVEN CHANCES. SEVEN PIECES OF A MOTHER'S HEART."

She takes a step back and stands in front of us as she unties the ribbon from her waist and holds it out for us with her palms open. "I, Luna Sabina of the Black Dessert Moon Pack, stand as witness to my mate and true Alpha Valerio of the Black Dessert Moon Pack as he transfers his heritage to his firstborn son and next true alpha Arsen of the Black Dessert Moon Pack." She speaks without pausing before looking up. Everyone else looks up after her. The moon that was once as white as snow darkens. The color of red forming. It won't be long before the moon is crimson red. I smile. If the moon had not changed, it would have been alarming.

Caelum counted about thirty of them and though he could easily take them down, he was more concerned about what Noah might do to Astraea should he miss to keep an eye on her. “You see… I invited you here for a show. I believe my men already told you before you killed them.” “Fuck you, Noah,” Caelum spat. “Fuck you and your fucked-up games.” Caelum’s eyes darkened as he channeled Chase’s energy. Power surged through him, his canines elongated, and his nails lengthened to form razor-sharp claws. “LAST TIME!” he roared, in a deep terrifying voice that sounded more like a beast than a human.

I tightened my grip on his hands, asking for him to look at me, “No, Caelum. You’re not – we’re not dead.” Caelum frowns, looking away to notice Aeon who is staring at him, “Who are you?” “I am Aeon – I mean, Anemoi.” “Did Aphrodite asked for the wind god to lure me back after Hades was done with me?” Aeon’s eyes hardened at Caelum’s words and without saying anything, Aeon turns and left us in the dark, as though he were vapour. “How rude of you!” I slapped Caelum’s shoulder, suddenly annoyed of his tactless behaviour.