Caelid Bosses Novels & Stories

“A resurrected alpha. A Bondborn bride. And now a Bone Seer.” He looked at Sable like she was a crown he meant to steal. “Bring her,” Garrick ordered. Redcrest surged. Nightfell surged back. The corridor became a snarl of bodies and growls and steel. Caelan noticed Sable’s flinch and moved instantly, turning his body between her and the doorway. For a second he looked alive in the most ordinary way—protective, furious, human in his choices even if his blood wasn’t fully his yet. “Maeven,” Caelan barked. “The tunnels. Now.”

When it opened its mouth, dozens of voices spoke at once from deep within its body. "Descendant... of the traitor..." My dark aura just came out on a whim. A strong gust of wind blew through the room, and all of the creature's eyes immediately locked onto me. "A soul... divided..." I took a step forward, putting myself right in front of Vaelora. This was my fight. It's the creature the Haugen family guardian had warned us about. "Lord Kaelith, be careful!" Simon shouted. The creature attacked out of the blue. A huge black arm shot out towards me. I caught it right away.

The curse activated. A burst of his memories, faster than she could manage: the boundary line of the Obsidian Throne territory, the way the forest changes on the other side, the specific quality of darkness inside the fortress dungeons. And beneath the images, running through everything like a current, a name he thought constantly without saying aloud. Caelan the Kinslayer. He was terrified of the man. He served him anyway.

"He crawled through the subterranean aqueducts, fighting the remaining static of Malakor’s network, just to deliver this. He is still part of this pack, Lyra. And we don't shoot our own." Kael let out a sharp, metallic hiss, his massive frame shifting as he slowly rose to his feet. At seven feet tall, he towered over the strike team, the dark crystalline plates on his shoulder scraping against the low stone ceiling. He didn't advance toward them; instead, he turned his massive bulk toward the back wall of the blood-vault cell, his white-hot obsidian claw tracing a seamless groove in the rock that none of them had noticed before. A heavy, mechanical click echoed through the chamber.

Whole sections of the floor turned into death zones for anything dark. Caius stood up, eyes wild. “Grid’s live, motherfuckers! Eat shit!” Alerion tore through the front line, ripping vines like they were wet paper. Zane dragged me toward the side exit while blasting anything that got too close. Lysander covered my back, shredding anything that slipped past Alerion. Caius directed the whole light show from the middle, throwing up new barriers every time a gap opened. They were actually kinda badass. If they weren’t screaming at each other like idiots.

“It was the least I could do for you, Aria,” Caelum responds, his deep, firm voice reverberating through my entire body. “Besides, I’m still investigating the rebel attacks, and the murder of your former boss at that time might have been connected to the Wolfspawn Renegades,” Caelum explains.

“This is the part they hide.” Eli appeared from the steam like a ghost, his coat uncreased, his smile unreadable. “Welcome to the underbelly,” he said lightly. “You wanted cracks in the Citadel? Here they are.” Abigail’s hand twitched near her knife. “You still haven’t told us why you’re helping.” “Because sometimes,” Eli said, tilting his head, “it’s fun to see how the game shifts.” He led them through a side corridor, past rusted doors and flickering lamps, until they came to a hatch marked with faded symbols. Two quick knocks. The door opened a slit, wary eyes peering out.

They overheard him fall to the ground. “Aw!” Cael complains. “Cael, are you okay?” Kyra shouted. “I’m fine...” Cael shouted. “My limbs are still intact.” Kyra and Damon enter the door. They looked around, and there was nobody in the corridor. “Who threw Cael?” Damon asked. “Not who. The proper word is what,” said Kyra. “Demon serpent,” Damon looked at what Kyra was looking at. In front of them was a demon with a long snake-like scaled body with an arrow-shaped head spread out like a cobra. It also has yellow, serrated spiky teeth and black eyes.

“Has he been around living humans?” “Not that I’m aware of. His basement is off limits for workers and volunteers since Gina started bringing kids in, security keeps visitors away and the access to the tunnels is blocked with an iron door only a couple of us have the key to.” “Blocked to living humans, not to entities.” Brett twisted his mouth in a doubtful grimace. “I don’t think he ventures there. You see, there’s a really dark aggressive entity down there.” “Skippy,” I said, nodding. “The guy who attacks women. Investigators play the challenge of spending ten minutes down there in the dark. Seen several videos about that.”

Not concentrating on him or their leader any longer ad they already knew the end results they started to search around for the third master and the boss but couldn't find any trace of them, that was when they started to panic, they barely had two minutes left before the building calm down to nothing and yet there was no sign of them "Trying to connect to them through their pods they realized that the network was totally down and there was literally no way to reach out to them, and just as they were so engrossed in their confusion they heard cracks and little by little the blocks supporting the building came crashing down until there was nothing left but there was still no sign of the big bos