Caelus X Blade Novels & Stories

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.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

COMPLETED | Full Story Available Lyra Darkfur has always believed the fated mate bond is a blessing, until it becomes her curse. On the night of the Blood Moon, she discovers her mate is Kael Stormrunner, the ruthless Alpha of the most feared pack. Instead of claiming her, he publicly rejects her, driven by a prophecy from the Moon Goddess that names Lyra as the cause of his pack’s destruction. But rejection doesn’t break their bond. It awakens something far more dangerous. Cast among rogues, Lyra uncovers a rare power tied to the Moon Goddess herself and is forced to fight, survive, and rise beyond the weak omega she was raised to be. As war threatens the packs and secrets unravel, Ka

“Take this. Silver-edge. It cuts through their wards.” I took it, surprised. “You’re giving me one of your blades?” “Think of it as insurance. If you turn into Sariyah,” he said dryly, “I will use it to kill you before you can kill me.” A breath of startled laughter escaped me. “Fair trade.” Then, for the first time, Caelan smiled. Not a smirk, not a twitch, but a real, faint curve of the lips that softened the steel in his expression. “You’ve got fight in you, Ember. That’s what she never had.”

The hellblade flashed once, a clean arc of red light. Taurus froze. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then his massive form collapsed forward, the glow fading from his eyes as the ground swallowed the weight of him. Silence fell. The fog thinned. Pelin stood there for a second, breathing hard, the sword trembling in her hands. Then she turned to me. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Don’t scare me like that.” She crossed the distance in three steps and smacked my arm hard.

The very flora seemed to respond to her call, twisting and coiling to create barriers and traps that hindered the enemy's movements. Kael's blade glowed with an ethereal light as he channeled his newfound energy. With each swing, he carved through the opposition with unrivaled precision, leaving trails of radiant energy in his wake. His strikes were a dance of calculated finesse, cutting through enemy lines and inspiring awe in both allies and enemies alike.