Caelus X Blade Mga Nobela at Kwento

His head ripped from his body in one brutal slap. Alphex stabbed the creature from behind, raising his sword just in time to parry its attack as it whirled on him. The force of the blow pushing him to the side as Sethlzaar tightened his grip on his veils and launched himself into a sprint straight for it. Alphex saw him as he slid to a stop and struck at the unsouled in a bid to hold its attention. The thing’s hand moved in a blur and the weapon in its hand clanged against Alphex’s held up blade. Sethlzaar forced more speed into his sprint before hurling himself into the air. He came down hard on the creature as one of his veils took purchase in its skull and they both fell to the ground.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the couch at home, still terrified from my experience. Liam came out of the kitchen with a slice of cake, making me jolt in shock. To my surprise, I found that the stab wounds all over my body had disappeared. I wasn't in pain, either. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

A sly, hideous smile comes across Axel’s face. “You assume I want something? Well, why don’t we start of easy...Let me walk free, no charge or punishment,” he proposes. My throat goes dry, but it’s not as if I didn’t suspect that would be his request. Kael doesn’t answer right away, sifting through his head for a way out of this, but clearly finds none, as he loosens a breath. I don’t doubt this affecting him greatly. “You were a Silent of mine for many years. You must pay the consequences for your betrayal at least,” Kael says. I often forget Axel used to be referred to as Blue, before I told Kael of his true name, and worked close to his side.

"It... it was Ca…" Before the name could fully leave Maeve's tongue, a glowing red-hot silver steel pierced him. Kaelen had drawn his sword in a blur, driving the blade straight through the center of Maeve’s chest. The steel pierced his ribs and sides, the tip exploding out of his back, with blood gushing out from his mouth. His eyes widened, the sound that escaped him was animalistic.

Luna stared at the enormous creature. “That thing could swallow you whole.” “Then I’ll make it choke,” Kael replied. The beast lunged. Kael moved faster than Luna had ever seen. His blade flashed upward, slicing across the creature’s front leg. The enchanted steel burned against the shadowy flesh, leaving a glowing wound. The beast roared. Black smoke burst from the injury. But instead of falling, the creature only grew angrier. “Oh good,” Luna muttered. “It heals.” The beast swung one massive claw.

thought Yu Liang sighing, as he regretted that such an interesting world had fallen into the cliché of a Dark BL. This beginner world was very good, what was Dark BL was a problem of the characters and not the world itself. This world is a mix of martial arts and the modern world. The powerful families of this world were all descendants of powerful immortals and even the large financial conglomerates or IT companies, they had connections with former martial artists.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Even without watching, I could hear the clean whisper of steel drawn from enchanted sheaths. I didn’t know exactly what Calia’s gift was, but Valen wouldn’t have brought her if she wasn’t lethal. Caelora was a different story—her light was blinding, sharp enough to cut through bone, and I’d heard she was just as good with a blade as she was with magic. Between them, they had packed extra Elyadrian steel—charred black blades that shimmered faintly with volcanic enchantment. I inhaled. Held. Counted to two. Exhaled.

Her words anchor me, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide me.” Kael confronts Dren in a chasm, their void-blades clashing, sparks illuminating the abyss. “You’ve betrayed the Veil!” Kael growls, his aura steadying, his faction rallying behind him. Dren’s rebels falter, their Overveil-tainted blades dimming, but Dren’s voice snarls, “The abyss will bury you!” Kael’s blade strikes true, felling Dren, his faction’s rebellion crumbling. Kael turns to me, voice gruff. “We’re with you, Aelys—for good.” His Shadowkin regroup, their void-blades aligning, loyalty solidified.

It was not war. It was soul. Seren’s hand hesitated. “You’re dying,” she said again. “I’m choosing how,” Kael whispered. “Let me.” He drew his blade, its hilt marked by teeth worn down by generations of warriors. It wasn’t ceremonial. It was real. The blade that had carved through Dustborn at the Hollow War. The blade that had once guarded Seren’s mother. He didn’t wait for permission. Kael sliced his palm open, the wound deep and jagged.