Blade X Caelus Novels & Stories

​"The blade isn't a parasite, Kael. It's a Tuning Key. Nora didn't just bury the maps. She buried the Override. If Lyra opens that vent with the Void... she won't just restart the grid. She’ll wake up the Ouroboros." ​The ship’s engines let out a massive, soot-heavy roar. They weren't leaving. They were repositioning. ​"They're going to drill," Kael realized, horror dawning on him. "They're going to drill directly into the Genesis Vein." ​Suddenly, the shadows in the corner of the brig shifted. Kael reached for his blade, only to remember it had been taken. But the figure that stepped out wasn't a soldier. ​It was Elara. Her skin was shimmering with a faint, iridescent salt-crust, and her ey

Camila's nose was bleeding. Beelzebub walked closer to me, standing right in front of me. Lex tried to block his way to prevent him from getting close to me, but Beelzebub used just the tip of his finger to raise Lex up and slam him down to the ground. "Don't touch her," Kelvin spoke up. "Aren't you the brave one?" Beelzebub smiled. I slowly unsheathed my sword, trying not to make a sound, and signaled Kelvin to continue talking.

Maxime said after a brief pause. “Talismans?” Tyr was flabbergasted. Maxime went on to say, “Yes. Those wrist guards are talismans, as referred to by the world. A talisman has a function that is beyond ordinary people’s comprehension. Tyr, you should be aware that the Celestial Blade you wield is an Astra weapon by now, right?” “Yes,” Tyr replied with a nod. “Cacus previously stated that fact as well. The blade was once a God’s weapon.”

Daya's eyes reddened, and she pulled back her sleeve to reveal bruised flesh. "Carrick is monstrous. He's physically aggressive when displeased!" "He claims he was originally committed to you, and I destroyed your relationship." "He insists everything must return to its 'proper order.' When I refuse, he becomes violent." I remained unmoved by her performance. Apparently, the pair treated sacred bonds as casual arrangements to be discarded when inconvenient. Did they expect me to participate in their whims? "I apologize, but I am Alex's Luna now. He is a sentient being, not property. I won't 'give' him to anyone."

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

The wolf shuddered, gasped, then collapsed. Dead. Selene stumbled back, chest heaving. The scent of blood filled the air. It should have made her sick. It should have horrified her. It didn’t. Something inside her had shifted. Lucian’s voice cut through the haze. “Another one’s coming.” Selene turned. Her grip tightened around her blade. Selene didn’t think. She moved. The second rogue came low, aiming for her legs. She jumped back just in time, twisting as she slashed downward. The wolf yelped, stumbling as her blade cut across its shoulder.

But every Aegis display had gone dark. Zenith stood in the nursery doorway. Caelan was awake in her arms. He wasn't crying. He was looking toward the window. Toward the mountains. I walked closer. “Zenith.” She looked at me. Then at Caelan. “He's been staring there for ten minutes.” I stepped beside her. “What does he see?” “I don't know.” Caelan's tiny hand opened. For an instant, a faint warmth touched the air. Not fire. Not light. Something softer. The Aegis core on the table flickered. One line appeared. Then another.

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.

"Alpha Kaelen, Luna Elara... the execution tribunal awaits your final administrative directive." Kaelen shifted his stance, his massive, broad shoulders throwing a long, terrifying shadow over the two chairs as he drew his tactical blade from his utility sleeve. The silver crescent crest on the hilt caught the spotlight, flashing like a cold star under the dark concrete ceiling. His burning blue eyes were dark with that raw, predatory focus that now governed the absolute borders of our territory.

Still, Soless shook her head to dispel the thought—there was no way Caleb would cultivate something so demonic. Looking at Caleb, she said, "I don't think its power, acceleration, or explosiveness is good enough. You're still holding back because your mind isn't strong enough, like you still don't have the resolve to end the world…" A golden scimitar appeared in her palm right then—it was the Skymoon Blade that Jax gave her. Rustle… That was when a terrible aura spread, pressing upon Caleb with the might to bend all things to its will. Shocked, Caleb promptly repelled the aura.