Blade X Caelus Novels & Stories

Cebuano is a native man from Cebu, a resident of Cebu. "Well, if he will look like Mr. Gracer or Sir Nathaniel, I'll accept him with open arms and open legs, Madam," she said exhilaratingly. Kristina got stupefied by how vulgar Roxan's mouth is. "My God Roxan, please control your mouth," she felt scandalous about what Roxan said. Roxan laughs, "Just kidding Madam. Whatever you gave me, I appreciate it so much. Thank you." "Anything more you need Madam?" she asked.

Caelum growled, launching himself forward. Their weapons clashed, light and darkness exploding outward. The shockwave sent cracks through the void itself. Flashbacks (While They Fight) As their blades met, memories rose unbidden: Two small pups are running through the sanctuary gardens. Liora laughed as she helped Caelum climb a tree. Caelum shields his sister from a snapping wild wolf. Their hands clasped as they vowed to always protect each other. But now, those same hands sought each other’s destruction. Balance Demands a Price

And freeze. A woman stands between me and the entity. She is tall, draped in silver and white, her long hair billowing like stardust. A crescent moon gleams on her forehead, and her eyes glow with ethereal light. I know her. I’ve seen her before in my visions, Selene Noctara. The First Lunar Ailura. She looks back at me, her expression unreadable. "You are not ready for this battle, Jasmine." Her voice is firm, yet not unkind. "But I will give you a moment to breathe." Then...She lifts her hand, and the entire cavern erupts in light.

"During one of my rages, I all but killed Laryn's bride. I burned her with my fire and her flesh melted to her bones. The pain I caused her and Laryn cannot be denied. When I tell you to get away from me because I'm going into a rage I mean it." His story stuns me. I have trouble believing he would harm a woman. I don't feel threatened by him in the least. "You said all but killed her." "Bastian came to earth's realm months ago and told me Roxanne, the bride I burned, has transcended to dragon. That's impossible for you. I am dangerous and out of control in a rage. You cannot trust me at those times. Please promise you will leave when I say." I can't accept this. "And did you lose Calista sh

Kaela’s scream echoed through the fractured chamber, a raw and primal sound that sliced through the veil between worlds. The remnants of the Hollow’s domain twisted and writhed around her, unstable and imploding. Fractured timelines spiraled into one another, collapsing under the weight of what had just occurred. The relic blade trembled in her grasp, still pulsing with the energy of a forgotten age.

It had a pale, bone-like stem and it stood perfectly still, even as the wind tugged at everything else around it. The Veliwrath Bloom. I’d heard the stories. Born from the tears of the Moon Goddess. A sign of violent change. Blake tensed. "That’s not on the list." Azrael’s voice was sharp. "Don’t touch it." But something pulled me forward. My pulse pounded in my ears as I reached out. The others shouted, but their voices sounded far away. “Lina?” Kaiza called out. But I was already stepping closer. I reached out, and the second my fingers brushed a petal—

His voice was low, deliberate, edged with something Evelyn had rarely heard in him: caution. “The beast we saw,” he said, eyes narrowing in thought. “It is no ordinary lycan. Not even a rogue.” Rowan frowned. “You mean the crimson eyes? I’ve read of such a thing in fragments… but I thought it was only myth.” Kael shook his head. “Not myth. Memory. That creature is the Hollow Beast—the remnant of the first betrayal.” Evelyn froze where she stood in the next room, the boards creaking beneath her as she lingered at the edge of their conversation.

"To your mother. On a staircase." "She's very good." "Yes." "She's been teaching me." Soren lifted the wooden sword from the table. "Do you want to see?" "I would," said Caelum, and I retreated from the doorway before either of them noticed me. What followed, over the next several days, was not a friendship exactly—Caelum was four centuries old and had been Malachar's most feared instrument and operated in register several octaves below the ordinary frequency of social connection. But it was something. An interest, on both sides, that expressed itself in questions asked and answered and the occasional demonstration.

My eyes narrowed as I opened the message. Hey! It’s your hero, aka Alaric. Here’s the address for the boxing match. My heart gave the tiniest flicker as my eyes went over his name. Another message quickly came through. Isn’t it customary for a damsel in distress to give her knight in shining armor a kiss in gratitude?

He turned to Johan who was busy with a dish full of roasted meat and took one of his hands. “Wha-“ Prince Xander placed the Johan’s hand on the sword hilt which immediately turned the blade to a light shade of blue. “Hey, I’m eating here!” Johan pulled back his hand and continued eating. “Hmm... Interesting,” said Matt as he rubbed his chin. “It seems that Johan’s flame burns hotter than your own. No wonder he’s an Ignacius!” “I wonder if my father can produce a blue blade as well?” Xander mumbled.