Blade X Caelus Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"Caelum, I know I was wrong. I know. But Lyra and I looked exactly the same. If you look at me, isn't it like seeing her—" Caelum stepped forward. His hand closed around her throat and lifted her off the bed. Selene's feet left the ground. She clawed at his wrist as he watched the blood drain from her face, the oxygen leaving her. "You don't get to say her name." His voice was very quiet and very cold. "And that face of yours doesn't deserve to keep looking like hers." He drew out a blade infused with the sealing power of the divine realm, and drew it once across her face.

The ceiling is smooth and even and entirely healed. The second life, fully begun.

Inside the glass chamber, a swirling mass of oily, black smoke—the captured Blight—was thrumming with a predatory hunger. "Caelum, Lyra, join hands," I said, my heart in my throat. The White Wolf twins stood in the center of the summit. Lyra’s violet light flared, creating a protective "lens" of kinetic fire. Caelum reached out his hand and touched the glass of the diffuser. He didn't scream. He didn't turn grey. He simply breathed. The Shadow-Blight flowed into Caelum’s aura, turning his emerald-shadows into a dark, iridescent smoke. He raised his hands toward the white sky, and the smoke shot upward, a pillar of pure, liquid darkness that pierced the solar-fire of Solis.

The golden runes on Caleb’s arms reacted violently, the Vane magic fighting to stabilize the Void. ​When Silas finally stepped back, the daggers now The Eclipse Blades lay on the anvil. They were silent, terrifyingly sharp, and seemed to pull the candlelight into their edges. ​Caleb barely had time to wrap his scorched hands when the ship’s alarma low, vibrating thrum in the Void-Glass rang out. ​He bolted for the deck, his new blades humming at his thighs. He burst into the sunlight just as a high-pitched whistle cut through the air.

Ang kanyang cybernetic na kalahati ng mukha ay umiilaw sa kulay pula, at ang kanyang braso ay napalitan na ng isang mechanical blade. ​"Welcome home, Xander. Aria," bati ni Caleb, ang boses niya ay tila tunog ng nasisirang radyo. "Akala niyo ba ay matatalo niyo ang Order gamit ang lumang chip na 'yan? Ang Aegis ay hindi lang surveillance. It is Evolution." ​Mabilis na sumugod si Caleb. Ang bilis niya ay hindi na pantao. Sinalo ni Xander ang sipa nito gamit ang kanyang baril, pero tumalsik siya sa lakas ng impact.

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.

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.