Caelus X Acheron Novels & Stories

"Three thousand years... and the Moon Goddess decides to play a trick on me? To amplify the torment?" The beast within him took the rejection personally. Acheron went completely feral, roaring against the confines of Theron's mind, clawing viciously at his chest to get out. Theron’s control snapped. His eyes bled into a blinding violet-gold. Beneath his collar, the black serpent tattoo on his neck burned crimson, pulsing with his raging heartbeat. His lips curled back as his fangs lengthened, aching to tear into something—to claim, to mark, to destroy the distance between them.

He decided that he would get back to the war that was happening knowing Runa would take care of Ryan. Nodding as he started to follow Ace, Charlie says, “Unfortunately yes. We don’t know where they keep coming from but as time progresses, they get stronger. We need you Alpha.” Ace nodded as he went outside to the chaos. He looked at his pack members and shifted into his great black wolf, standing taller than the rest. ‘I’m sorry for being late. Now, let’s get these damn demons out of our land.’ He mind-linked them all and they all howled as they got serious.

Clichés. -Strong? What the hell do you know about being strong?- I yell angrily, trying to make him see how much I hate him right now. I want him to suffer.- You are a damn scoundrel who does not know how to face things! You left me! And now you do it again! You give up everything you have! You drive away all those who love you for fear of losing them and you do not care! You think you can go around hurting people as if that would not have consequences, but you are wrong.- I say without stopping crying.- And if you dare to say that without you I will be better because you are all I need to be okay. My heart pumps blood very fast, and my rib cage contracts, causing me pain. Azael doesn't seem

“Selene bound me to him. Not by fate. By force. Black magic and she is his true mate. They will just use me as a sacrifice in their struggle for power. They still dont know my identity or else they will bleed me to death. I want to sever my fake bond as well as destroy their true mate bond.” “And do you want him back?” Noira asked. Seraphina blinked. “I want to be free of him and also free him. Whether he chooses me after that… doesn’t matter.” “A lie,” the witch said. “But one you’ll believe soon enough.” The ritual was old. Blood drawn from Seraphina’s palm. A sliver of Kaelion’s hair—stolen from his pillow—burned into ash. Salt, bone dust, moonwater. The fire roared unnaturally, gold one

A low, seismic growl rippled across the land. The wind died. Even the flames stilled. Shadows twisted in place—waiting. Even Henry stilled. His corrupted form stiffened. Ears twitching toward the smoke. The ash parted. And something older than the gods began to move. “Not until I make you destroy the one you cherish most, with your own hands,” Cael’s words rippled through the air like a cold, dark wave. “You know what this means, Xavier. You know what he must do...” His eyes glinted with malice, as if daring me to comprehend the fate I had just sealed".

“Poseidon. Kali. Something older than both.” Celeste did not answer the list. Not because she could not. Because she would not hand him her map. Ares’s eyes narrowed. “You are not supposed to exist in this shape.” Celeste’s hair lifted in the charged wind, gold electricity flickering across the ends. “Neither are a lot of things that still do.” That got a sharper exhale from him, almost a laugh, if a laugh had ever been capable of surviving in a war god’s mouth. “Dacia would have enjoyed you,” he said after a moment.

Just my ragged breath, the echo of a prophecy I couldn’t escape, and the bone-deep terror that maybe the Gauntlet wasn’t lying at all. The sound of footsteps slammed through the crypt like thunder, one after another, until the darkness was no longer empty. My head jerked up, pulse racing, because I knew those gaits by heart now. Heavy and prowling like a beast barely leashed, Caelum. Silent, cutting, cold as the void, Lucien. And fire sparking like it wanted to consume itself, Elias. They spilled into the chamber like storms colliding, and the air went razor-sharp.

Then its words came like stone ground against stone. “I am Caelus. Once flesh. Once heir. Once betrayed. And bound to the line of Ashcroft by oath and by blood.” The room chilled. Selene let out a choked sob. ⸻ The Origin. Caelus lifted a hand, its edges flickering with runes that flared and died as though his very existence was rebellion against oblivion.

"Balance. Endings. Beginnings. All are interrelated. Nothing exists without its reparation, nothing grows without strife. And oh killing you." Lucifer's gaze never wavered from Allistair. Every flicker of his lover's smile, every shift in posture, was noted. Allistair laughed softly, circling Kaelen with an almost predatory elegance. “This… this is exquisite. Let’s see how far the core will go.” The chamber shook to its very foundations from the forces intertwined upon forces. Moonlight, black flame, and raw divine energy clashed. Shadows writhed. Sigils blazed with sudden brilliance.

“Yes. Paragon, my brother Elysium, and I are all literate. My uncle Apollo taught us about a thousand years ago. We learned to read Greek, Olde English, and Sanskrit. Mostly poetic shit since Uncle Apollo is the God of Poetry.” “He says about a thousand years ago? Paragon, Elysium… that’s his brother, and him.” I talk while he is explaining himself. I pause when I realize what he just said. “Apollo? Something about being related? Slow down, Z. Greek, English, and Sanskrit? Bro, you’re related to Apollo? Sick.” “Like I said.” Paragon huffs at Lucas. “Alexiares and Anicetus are sons of Hercules. They are demigods. Zion and Elysium are their wolves. Zeus is their grandfather; ergo Apollo is the