Caelus X Blade Novels & Stories

Kaela’s scream echoed through the fractured chamber, a raw and primal sound that sliced through the veil between worlds. The remnants of the Hollow’s domain twisted and writhed around her, unstable and imploding. Fractured timelines spiraled into one another, collapsing under the weight of what had just occurred. The relic blade trembled in her grasp, still pulsing with the energy of a forgotten age.

My heart physically pains at those emotions radiating from him. Dominic pushes Alex away standing up to his full height. "Do it Luna Celeste!" He says emotionlessly, I exhale a shudderi breathe, my eyes burning with unshed tears. "Dominic youre a goo.." "cut it with the crap! Get it over with" Helen snaps standing beside him, her eyes are shooting daggers at me. "Luna Helen!" Theo warns from beside me, Alex is quick to defend his mate "don't ever try anything Alpha" he snarls threatingly.

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

“Say your name. Say your fear. Say anything that opens.” Sable’s mouth went dry. She gripped Caelan’s hand harder. Caelan’s eyes were darker than they had been in the Binding Room—less human, more storm. The cut on his throat from earlier fighting had already stopped bleeding, but the scar looked fresh, like death had kissed him and left a mark. Rowan stepped forward and drew her knife in one smooth motion. The blade was not metal. It was bone—pale, carved, etched with symbols that made Sable’s pulse jump.

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.

This was about something deeper—something that Caelum had been carrying for far too long. “Move,” Caelum commanded, his voice thick with authority. “If you want to live, move.” The mercenaries hesitated, confusion flickering in their eyes. But before they could react, Caelum raised his hand, summoning the lunar energy that pulsed within him. A wave of silver light erupted from his palm, cutting through the air like a blade. The mercenaries cried out, scrambling to defend themselves, but it was too late. Caelum moved like lightning, his wings slicing through the air with deadly precision. His lunar blade slashed through the first mercenary, and then another, his movements fluid and graceful,