Caelus X Blade Novels & Stories

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

A blinding flash of crimson and silver light erupted as their blades bound, throwing up a shower of white-hot sparks that scorched the air. Cassian pressed forward instantly with brutal, fluid precision, using his massive reach and raw strength to drive Kael back three paces in a relentless barrage of heavy overhead strikes. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. Every blow from Cassian’s steel rang like a massive cathedral bell across the smoke-filled camp, cracking Kael’s dark posture and chipping the shadow-runes off his blade. "Is this the power of the East?!" Cassian roared, pivoting smoothly to drive his steel shoulder into Kael's chestplate, sending the dark Alpha skidding five yards across the mud.

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,

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.”

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.

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.