Caelus X Blade Novels & Stories

Kael's voice thundered in the hall as everyone turned chilly, he purposely released his high grade Alpha aura, one that surpasses even the most strongest Alpha here. "It's nothing my Lord, I and my sister just had a little misunderstanding, we settled it amongst ourselves, you don't have to worry.." Selene finally spoke up with voice shaking, even Cassian seem super shocked that their plan didn't go their way, their reaction gave me a deep satisfaction I've been craving for a long time, just you wait dear cousin, this is just the beginning.

That was the only mercy in the moment, and it was a thin one. Celeste angled Hellebore a fraction higher. Not a threat. A declaration. Ares’s eyes dropped to the blade and lingered there, as if he could not decide whether it offended him or fascinated him more. “You are standing on mortal ground with a weapon in your hand and an aura that should not belong to you.” Celeste did not lower the sword. “And yet it does.” The gold in her eyes deepened. The electricity in her hair brightened. The sand beneath her feet shifted again, deepening the concavity by another inch.

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

She barely recognized her own voice, the dread pressing against her chest like a vice. “Dr. Marcus Valencia,” Elaine replied, her voice calm, unaware of the storm she had just unleashed within Celeste. The name sliced through the air like a blade, sharp and inescapable. The world around Celeste tilted, her mind momentarily blanking as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over her—shock, disbelief, and something deeper, more painful. It wasn’t just a name. It was his name again.

As Wrath backs off and Silas pulls back from his kiss, he looks into the male's eyes in front of him and says. “Who?…” “Blade…” Just as his name leaves his lips the male in his arms collapses. Blade moves quickly, catching him and picking him up bridal style, turning and walking with him out of the cell, down the hall and out of the dungeons. Blade moves through the castle and outside, heading for the guest house that the Vampires had supplied for them. As he walked, Blade looked down at his mate and even though he was drawn to him and his Cheetah wanted to claim him, he still couldn’t back out of his plans of claiming Princess Xana and taking her throne. Maybe his new mate wouldn’t be oppos

The center stone embedded on the scepter gleamed bright blue. “Yerno!” On cue, thousands of spear-shaped ice blades floated above the howling and screeching hybrids and mongrels. Screech! Roar! Talia waited as she watched the enemy cross the distance between them. When the enemies entered Talia’s attack critical range, she waved her scepter. In an instant, thousands of spear-like ice blades pierced the hybrids and mongrels. It did not give an instant kill for the enemy, but multiple hits still resulted in death.

I walked out of the car first, checked the area quickly—entries, exits, movement—and then opened the door. "She looks like an actual bodyguard," Valerian muttered under his breath as I stood still, my back straight and expressionless. Kaelith didn't reply. His eyes were sharp when he got out of the car. Then instead of heading forward, he turned toward me, his expression darker than before. "Eye for an eye. So, I want four heads—" He leaned closer, his presence pressing in, "—and the Commander's tongue. Can you do it?" My eyes darted to him. "Is it an order?"

I jumped after him. The impact was hard, but I rolled off, pulled my cutter and activated it. The blue-white blade cut through the thick, damp air. “A companion, left!” Kael called when two of the creatures jumped from the side to me. I ducked, my movements were almost intuitive with his Adopted by the Commission. While I was rolling under the first veil, Kael rammed the second his knee into the skull and shattered his crystalline armoring. I stabbed with the cutter, my hand was calm, my breath was even. We were

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

He crossed the hall in three strides and grabbed something from the wall—a long, dark blade that looked like it had seen too much use and not enough mercy. “Stay behind me,” he said. I stared at the weapon. “You’re serious?” “Very.” “I just told you I don’t know how to fight.” “And I told you you’d learn.” “Now?” “Yes.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s insane.” “So is walking into a wolf den alone.” “Fair point.” The torches flickered again. Not from me this time. From something outside. Kael noticed too. His expression darkened.