Blade 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 was crouched next to Elias, blade in hand and blood on her temple, eyes straight ahead and unblinking like she was daring someone to come after him again. Elias stumbled, and I moved to steady him before anyone else could, but Caelum got there first, blood smeared along one side of his face and clothes torn and burned at the edges. He took Elias under the arm and let him lean, and I was amazed at how little he said to anyone. Caelum, who was usually so loud in everything he did, had failed, or worse, had stopped. He had come back for more, and now he would see how much more could be lost.

The air itself seemed to bend away from her. "Tamara?" Kai called out, reaching for her. She looked at him. No recognition in those silver eyes. He was just another shape. Another piece of this broken world. "THE BRIDGE SEES ALL. THE BRIDGE FEELS ALL. THE BRIDGE WILL END ALL SUFFERING." "That's not Tamara anymore," Derek said quietly. "That's the Lunar Blessed. The transformation is complete." Through the mate bond, Kai felt... nothing. The warm presence that was Tamara had gone cold. Like touching ice. Like reaching for someone who wasn't there.

Rowan was right behind him. Cael raised his hands. From the glowing glyph on his skin, fire erupted — dark, consuming, twisting toward Lyra. Rowan tackled her out of the way. The flames roared against the stone wall behind them. “Elder-branding,” Rowan hissed. “He’s not Cael anymore. He’s a vessel.” Darius stepped forward. “Then we break the vessel.” --- The Battle of Trust and Fire The fight was chaotic. Cael moved with terrifying speed, as if driven by something far older than his body. He launched blasts of corrupted moonfire, sending healers and guards fleeing for cover.

“Just breathe.” The healer spread a cool gel across my stomach and pressed the device gently against my skin. I flinched at the cold, then froze as the machine hummed to life. The screen flickered, shadows shifting until suddenly, there it was. A tiny shape, curled but alive, moving. My breath caught in my throat. My wolf whimpered in awe. Kael inhaled sharply beside me, his grip on my hand tightening. For the first time in months, his mask cracked. His eyes shone with wonder, raw and unguarded.

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—

"Selena put up with you for ten years. You think she'll let you walk over her forever? Is this how your dad raised you?" "Nobody raised me!" he shouted defiantly. "I ended up like this because of Selena and you!" Lauren hit him again, furious. I stepped in to pull her away, afraid the situation would escalate. But she stood her ground, her voice thick with disappointment. "I don't owe you, and neither does Selena. Your dad does. I worked hard to keep our family together, but he ruined it. You have the nerve to blame me, who nurtured you and got betrayed."

The heavy steel platform ground to a halt. The doors hissed open, and the brilliant morning sunlight of the Glass Conservatory spilled over us. "You broke the parameters," Franco breathed. He stepped forward, waving his armed guards back with a sharp flick of his wrist. His dark eyes darted between me and the lethal operative standing obediently at my shoulder. "The Apex Bloom was designed to leave one survivor. A single, ruthless victor. You spared the soldier. You defied the architecture."

He got up and left. "I think we should obey the Diviner and kill the little girl" Matt whispered to Alpha Nolan. "Do you know how many soldiers I lose weekly and do you know how that is affecting my progress?" Alpha Nolan asked trivially. Matt was dumbfounded. He couldn't say anything. "So remain quiet like that" Alpha Nolan shunned him. ********************* "It still feels like a dream to me, I was nothing few days ago. Now you've made me a Luna. Just like that" Cassandra was all smiling on the bed. She was clearly waiting for Alpha Nolan's arrival into the bedroom

Lengo pounced forward like a lioness with her blades penetrating deep into the enemy, blood seeping along the walkway and being soaked up into the gravel and staining the grass leaving a scar on mother nature. Krona heard a clunk of a mace hitting his shield and then the heavy weight of an overly large man up against him making him stumble a couple of steps towards the cliff edge, turning he saw an arrow protruding from a mans eye socket; quickly turning he slid his blade into another and then searched for another enemy.