Caelus X Blade Novels & Stories

That was when Caleb activated Blood God Order, Second Style—World Tremor! Bang! The stunning shockwave bore down with the weight of a mountain, reaching Tia, Zeke, and the Alliance's representatives even before he landed. "Dancing Dragon Spear!" Tia growled as her spear shot out, accompanied by a draconic bellow! Roar!!! Seeing the oncoming blow, Caleb swung his sword down again. World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Roar!

However, the Celestial Blade throbbed restlessly in Cacus' hands at the time, as if it was trying to get away from Cacus’s control. “Hmm?” Cacus was startled for a split second before squeezing the blade with his hand ferociously. “Just as expected,” he muttered. “An Astra weapon must be spiritual in nature! Still, the Astra weapon is nothing more than a weapon, so it’s a matter of time before I gain full control over you.” Cacus grabbed the Celestial Blade with both hands as soon as the voice died away. In an instant, a flood of black aura poured into the Celestial Blade. Cacus’ eyes then erupted in purple Fye fire. He began tempering the Celestial Blade in that manner.

As the two blades hit and clanged, the floor they had stood on cracked from the strong impact. Kael clenched his jaws from the vibrating pain in his arms. ‘What a powerful … weapon,’ he thought while he parried his sword against the legendary cursed blade. “I told you … Lucas is gone.” The demon drove a powerful kick at Kael’s gut. Although Kael had blocked it with his arms, the force itself blasted him away, slamming his back against one pillar. “Slash of Divinity!” he cast as he sliced the air with his sword downwards. The golden arc bolted towards the demon, aimed vertically.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

While humans are simply killed by the Blade, if Celestial beings, Demons, Gods, Angels and Fallens are killed by Azrael’s Blade, their very essence would be wiped out of existence, completely eradicating them from reality. The Blade holds the power to beckon to the one holding the Blade to fulfill its purpose, murder. Celestials have strength to resist its call, but most humans are not quite as capable, it would take someone’s immense willpower to fight off the Blade’s seduction. The Blade can also ignite, when Azrael held the Blade while angry and feeling intense emotional pain, it becomes the Flaming Sword. But she’s the only one who can control whether she wield it as a Blade or as a Swor

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

—a weapon forged from the concentrated light of the Great-Attractor. ​The Reapers lunged. Kaelen moved like a blur, his bronze-lines flaring with a golden heat that melted the brass gears under his feet. Every strike of his blade didn't just cut metal; it released a burst of "Stolen-Time." A Reaper would shatter, and suddenly, the sound of a song or the smell of a forgotten summer would fill the air.

"And I am done running." The rock in my hand felt like a toy against the blue-flame monstrosities pouring through the fissure. The first Hollow lunged, its fingers elongated into glowing talons. "Back!" Kael roared. He moved with a fluidity that defied his gaunt frame. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of black smoke. When it hit the Hollow, the blue fire was absorbed into the blade. The creature let out a dry, rattling shriek and dissolved into a pile of grey ash.