Caelus X Black Swan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

Caile's voice shakes her off. Amari drew her sword making Caile amused. "That was really the Aquarius Replica." He said amused at its appearance. "For a commoner like you, to draw it. My relic replica Taurus would be sad." He said looking at his green sword comparing it to Amari's blue sword. "..much." Amari barely whispers. "You saying something?" She was walking towards him without any sign of fear. "You talk too much..." Amari whispers and for some reason Caile had goosebumps.

Caelum counted about thirty of them and though he could easily take them down, he was more concerned about what Noah might do to Astraea should he miss to keep an eye on her. “You see… I invited you here for a show. I believe my men already told you before you killed them.” “Fuck you, Noah,” Caelum spat. “Fuck you and your fucked-up games.” Caelum’s eyes darkened as he channeled Chase’s energy. Power surged through him, his canines elongated, and his nails lengthened to form razor-sharp claws. “LAST TIME!” he roared, in a deep terrifying voice that sounded more like a beast than a human.

This blow would surely shatter the palace and everyone within it. ​Kaelen, in his massive black wolf form, appeared as a shadow against the white snow. He acted without hesitation. He lunged at the creature’s leading leg. His jaws snapped at the thick, pulsing purple vines. These vines served as the giant’s tendons. His teeth tore through the corruption. A foul, necrotic ichor sprayed across the ground.

His claws dug deep into Kaelen’s chest, drawing thick ribbons of blood. Kaelen coughed, a sick, corrupted yellow light flashing in his eyes. He did not beg for mercy. Instead, he let out a twisted, bubbling laugh. "The Onyxclaw era is over, little boy. The Black Wolf is already marching. You are nothing but a weak pup playing dress-up in your dead father's crown."

Yet, somewhere deeper, beneath the surface of her awareness, another power stirred - a light that had only just begun to awaken. Caelum’s smirk deepened as his eyes locked onto her. “You’re the one they speak of,” he said, his voice smooth but deadly. “The hybrid touched by the Goddess herself. And yet, you seem… unfinished.” The insult cut deep, but Zoe straightened, her claws flexing as she took a step forward. “Let’s see how unfinished I am when I tear you apart.” Caelum chuckled darkly. “By all means, try.” Before anyone could react, Zoe launched herself at him, her claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. Her wolf’s strength fueled her attack, each movement powerful and unr

Kieran snarled, his voice trembling with anger. Caelum’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Then try and stop me.” The chamber erupted into chaos as Caelum shifted into his wolf form. His massive frame radiated a fierce golden glow, his eyes blazing like molten fire. He let out a bone-shaking roar, the sound reverberating through the room. The Bloodsmiths, masters of their craft but not warriors, froze in terror before scattering like leaves in a storm, their hurried footsteps echoing as they fled.

Chapter 42 ... "I, Alpha Caelan Blackthorn, take you, Lily Minera..." As he spoke those words, Caelan’s gaze drifted past her, following the figure of Elena—who had already turned her back on him and was walking away, step by step, disappearing further into the distance until she was beyond his reach forever. "...to be my partner in life and death. Under the moon as our witness, you will be my Luna for all eternity." He continued his vow, yet not once did he look into Lily Minera’s eyes.

The prototype lunged. Kael shifted in a burst of snapping bones, his massive black wolf exploding forward with a roar that shook dust from the ceiling. Eira shifted beside him, smaller but razor-fast. I was shoved back by the shock of their collision. Kael slammed into the prototype with enough force to crack the stone beneath their paws. Sparks flew as Kael’s claws scraped the creature’s metal-reinforced hide. He clamped his jaws around its neck and hurled it across the cavern, but it landed on all fours with unnatural balance.