Caelus X Blade Novels & Stories

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

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.

I asked Cael, my voice filled with determination and a hint of fear. I walked slowly, each step heavier than the last, closer to Cael. "I am the blade," he said, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering resolve. “I am not just a weapon—I am the will of the ancients, forged in magic. But your soul must light the flame. The weapon is nothing without me. But it cannot awaken without you. But to wield me, you must first prove your worth." "What do you mean?" Fiona clutched the remnants of her light, her voice shaking. “You are a blade? That’s why they chained you…”

The First Blade made its eyes burn with ancient rage. Doppel-Lyra screamed, “The First Blade awakens! He will kill the Vessel!” It lunged straight for me. I dodged, the mirror realm’s energy still sparking beneath my skin. The beast’s claws raked the ground where I’d stood, sending shards of black glass exploding upward. Kael twitched on the pyre and muscles were straining against Doppel-Lyra’s magic. His eyes flickered, silver and gold. The bond spasmed through me like a live wire, and I felt the heir pulse warmly, a reminder of what we were fighting for.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Caelum growled, launching himself forward. Their weapons clashed, light and darkness exploding outward. The shockwave sent cracks through the void itself. Flashbacks (While They Fight) As their blades met, memories rose unbidden: Two small pups are running through the sanctuary gardens. Liora laughed as she helped Caelum climb a tree. Caelum shields his sister from a snapping wild wolf. Their hands clasped as they vowed to always protect each other. But now, those same hands sought each other’s destruction. Balance Demands a Price

The heat here was unbearable, the smoke making my eyes sting, but I could see him now. Kael was bleeding. Badly. One leg dragged slightly, his movements still lethal but edged with something heavier—pain, exhaustion. And still, he fought like the fire itself couldn’t burn him. My wolf pushed harder, almost a physical shove from inside. He stumbled once, catching himself with a brutal snap of his jaws around an enemy’s throat. But in that second, his eyes lifted,just briefly, and locked on me. Something in my chest twisted. There was recognition there, sharp and clear, but also something darker.

I stagger, blood loss making the world spin. Kael’s voice cuts through it—harsh and broken. “DOWN!” I drop without thinking. The Heart lunges past me—straight into Kael’s blade. He drives it up under the monster’s exposed ribcage, both hands braced, the impact shuddering up his arms. The blade punches through muscle and bone—bursting out the thing’s back in a geyser of black blood. The Heart spasms. Screams. Kael rips the blade free in a savage, wrenching twist that tears half the ribcage apart.

Unable to move the rest of its body, the monster spun the blade and threw it at Cassana. She instinctively dodged away, and continued on reciting her incantation. She heard a cry of pain and as she glanced towards it she saw the blade planted deep into Otheric's backside. He was helping Rei stand up and was about to walk out of the manor. "RIC!!" she screamed. The Primal pulled on his chain, dragging the blade back to with Otheric's body on it.