Caelid Divine Tower Novels & Stories

These people are crazy. -I'm good. I decided to come and I am not going to back down now. Azael looks at me before pressing the red button that sends the signal to the team's computer scientists. The attack has begun. From the lower floor of the building, which is taking into account that all the gardens have been evicted and that it is midnight in the morning, we can see how the Space Needle is turning off and running out of any type of energy plant by plant, including the three elevators. And when men in black with guns lookout, Phill's team is quick to fire.

When the last wave passed, the chamber was silent except for Kael's ragged breaths and the soft hum of power coursing through his veins. He was no longer just a priest. No longer just a vessel. He was their Divine Hole—a sacred temple carved to hold the gods themselves, stretched wide and filled with their power, forever marked and claimed beneath the moon temple.

Eldoria’s heart was the High Citadel—a towering spiral of pale stone laced with veins of living crystal. As Kael guided Elara toward its gate, she felt the shift in atmosphere. The air was heavier here, weighted with eyes unseen, judgment unspoken. The great double doors creaked open at their approach, revealing a vast chamber lit by floating orbs and golden flames that danced without heat. Thirteen thrones stood in a half-circle, elevated above a platform where Kael now led her.

I wanted her back, and I was no longer willing to let her go. “So what? You just want to bring her back to the mansion to remain your sex object?” “Kaida is not my sex object, and she will never be,” I corrected him. “Accepted. Then tell me why you want her back,” he demanded. “I need to know who exactly she is. How she was able to breach through the veil. Why the moon goddess decided to make her my second chance mate out of all the maidens in the pack.” “Is that all?” he asked.

AZURE Eros towered before me, his menacing presence threatening to overwhelm my spirit, I felt a desperate plea rising from the depths of my soul. My thoughts reached out to the Moon Goddess, the divine entity who had guided my kind for centuries. With fervent devotion, I beseeched her for assistance in this dire moment, my voice a whispered prayer amidst the chaos of battle.

She followed Sayesha to the nearby shopping mall which has luxurious brands and the biggest one in the country. "Wasn't it's name Citadel, What happened?" Vera asked. "Yeah, they changed it. Now it's VV Mall..." Sayesha answered as they passed security check and entered inside. "So what do want to buy first, my queen?" She said overdramatically and Vera chuckled. "Let's go to the spa..." She exclaimed and dragged Vera with her. "What do you think about Vlad as a human?" Sayesha asked while enjoying the massage. "He is devil not human..."

Simon asked again and still wants me to talk to Jackie and I know he will never stop asking me until I talk to Jackie, but I will never stop not minding him. “Oh! Hi there,” She said to Simon “Can you see him?” I asked her “Yes and he can see me too” She answered “How is it that he can see you but Divina doesn’t?” “Because Divina is mortal… he is immortal because of course, he is already dead” She answered while looking at Simon and she looked at my father and said, “He can see me too” and she looked at me and said, “Because he is dead too” I shook my head when I heard what she said because my dad is not dead. He is alive and drinking coffee. wait. Drinking coffee again.

A vibration—low, deep—rose from below. Aiden’s pulse stuttered. “That’s not natural,” he whispered. Dante pulled him backward. “Aiden—move!” The crack exploded. Sand sprayed upward in a blinding cloud. Aiden shielded his face, coughing. When the air settled— A structure poked through the earth. A metallic tower. Angular. Smooth. Silver. Glowing faintly with the same pulse that once filled the Atlantic. Dante’s hand flew to his knife. “Aiden—tell me that’s not from your cosmic friend.”

Chapter 3: The Floating Chamber The highest tower of Emberforge Citadel floated serenely above a sea of clouds that night, its crystal dome open to the vast star-filled sky as Lord Sylas Emberforge led Elyndor into the chamber with a gentle hand on the small of his back. The room defied every law of gravity, with soft glowing platforms drifting lazily in mid-air and constellations of magical lights swirling gently overhead like living stars. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming star lilies that grew along the crystal walls in delicate clusters. Elyndor’s heart raced as Sylas guided him to the center platform, the invisible collar around his neck pulsi