Caelid Bosses Novels & Stories

"And the absolute destruction of Obsidian Ridge." Caelum stepped directly in front of Lyra, his broad shoulders shielding her completely as his eyes flared with an insane, silver-gold fury. He extended his hands, and despite the dampening field, two massive shadow-blades coalesced in his palms, burning with the raw, stubborn fire of an Apex King who refused to bow. "Touch my mate, brother," Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!"

On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

We ran for our lives toward the final quest area. “Cap! There’s something around its neck!” Caesea shouted from a nearby tree. I glanced back. “It’s the final reward! Formation C! Jaelor, shift!” Jaelor became a massive brown wolf and lunged, biting the tip off one tentacle. The kraken let out an ear-splitting shriek that made me clamp my hands over my ears. “I’m going to cut you open!” I snarled. Pulling two daggers, I launched myself from a falling tree and landed on the creature’s neck, burying both blades deep. Purple blood poured out as I started sawing with everything I had, trying to free the reward.

asked Dura. "No, Dungeon Bosses are always locked inside their Boss Rooms! Yet… this one was given the liberty to escape it and rush right here! Lord Chaos, we might have to fight once more…" said Belphegor. "I don't see the problem… This creature seems fairly powerful. Assist me from the sides with long-ranged attacks… I will fight it head-on, any opening you see… Abuse it!" said Chaos. The Elder Winter Dragon King groaned in pain as Chaos overwhelmed his breath attack and blasted it into the ground with his powerful chaos breath!

The ruins of the bell tower were now our bulwark. The hybrids among the massive rock blocks of the original foundation were jammed still, but their shadow connection was interrupted. They were no longer part a dimensional threat; they were physical creatures, trapped in one World that deprived them of the necessary hold. Kael approached the hardest stone plate with the sword raised. He didn't hesitate. A precise blow, a mechanical screaming of the beast under the stone, and then Silence. He turned to me to blacken the face, but the eyes were clearer than ever

She heard a distant shout, Gelda’s voice growing closer. “Caelia!” Gelda screamed, dropping the food and drinks she’d gathered. “Caelia, run!” Caelia lifted a trembling arm, trying to plead with the beast she believed was her husband to stop. But before she could speak, the sky darkened, and a massive shadow loomed overhead. Another dragon, many times larger, and entirely different had appeared, jaws clamping down on the serpent-like creature’s neck and shoulder. The smaller screamed as blood splattered across the pond, soaking the ground.

Nichole stood up, though swaying slightly and having to hold onto the parapet. The high heels of her stilettos echoed sharply as she staggered forward, approaching a large shadow right behind the air conditioning unit. There, in the pitch-black darkness, was a massive silhouette curled up. Nichole squinted her swollen eyes. Her vision was a bit blurry due to the mix of tears and alcohol, but she could see the silhouette was covered in thick fur. The beast stared at her. A pair of sharp, glowing golden eyes under the moonlight stared right into Nichole's eyes.

Even more than his own pack, Caelan had done his best and paid more attention to other rogues, making sure they were free from wove attacks, even while his own pack was suffering the tyranny of Idris. “We heard of Alpha Idris. We know that you haven't defeated him yet.” The fifth elder started. “What if you lose to him? What if he defeats you? Then that means we are next. The rogues are not safe anymore.” Caelam narrowed his gaze on the elders as they began to murmur amidst themselves. “Why do I have a feeling that this is beyond the attacks?” He asked. A sudden silence fell on the room before the fifth elder continued.

It will only take a group of 6 or 7 men to take down the boss. After taking the boss the army will control camp here and start a bigger and wider search for their objective. She only hoped that the monster she encountered on the 1st floor does not have a group of its own. If so, they would have no choice but to retreat if they came across such a terrible foe. Suddenly Alice heard a roar from the 3rd floor after the first group of the army made their way to it. It was the roar of the boss. Nothing to be worried about.

Ember Maps littered the floor. Old ones, cracked parchment stained with blood and ink, and newer ones Caelan had sketched from memory. The cult’s strongholds. The places Sariyah’s name was whispered in reverent fear. Bastion was in one of them. That much we knew. But Sariyah was no longer just pulling strings. She was preparing for something bigger. Something final. “We need a way in,” Caelan said, tapping a mark near the southern ridge. “This path is usually guarded, but if we come at night—”