Caelus X Himeko Novels & Stories

"The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways." Caius frowns at him. "You're making sense, so how am I supposed to make her break the rules in her own will?" "Perhaps, seperating her from the Alpha King would be your first step." Beau's sense of hearing heightened. "He might completely own her this time." Before Caius could react, his gut feeling got to him like an electric shock paralyzing his whole body. His senses went dull, and all he could feel was the wrenching pain itching its way in his chest.

I replied, nodding in affirmation. Calixto was twelve years old, the first son of Desmond Dekker, current Alpha king of Cessi, who was born from the womb of the last living Fae in existence. His mother, Helena Balcoin, was of Balcoin blood, the only surviving member of the Fae royal family and her race. Three years after Calixto birth, she succumbed to the curse of Dhruv that wiped out her whole race. Calixto was a product of a Fae and a werewolf, and his blue hair was proof for that. Only Faes had blue hair.

Delilah: I didn’t expect him to come. I did not expect him to be willing or to be able to look me in the eye without flinching. The door creaked open slowly, and the scent that followed was unmistakable. Power. Command. Pain masked in composure. I straightened in my place, despite knowing and swearing that I wanted nothing more than to end the man. I found myself submitting, involuntarily. Alpha Kael.

I cursed. “Mabel, Seer of the Deadly Fang pack and the first ever successful wereling created by Alpha Ryu.” Ryu succeeded in creating a wereling! Not only is he strong and blessed with flame harnessing from the atmosphere, he’s also smart enough to successfully create a wereling. That bastard! “So tell me, what would you do if you became the female Alpha?”

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven Kaida’s POV Now, I could see clearly. Alpha Kellan, Beta Tobias, Selene, the head of security, and two werewolves that I had never seen before were all in the room with me. I kept panting heavily and Alpha Kellan was there to hold my hands. I looked at his face and, nonverbally, he spoke so many words that I could comprehend. He assured me that I would be fine, still nonverbally. One of the werewolves I was seeing for the first time stood right in front of me. I guessed he was the healer.

Caelum stood in the void, his small body glowing faintly—half gold, half black. “Mama?” His voice was innocent. But his blackened eye gleamed with something cold.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

"Still hovering around what doesn't belong to you." Dairus growled. "Selene is none of your concern.' "Really?" Caelum smirked darkly. "She was in my territory once. And she will be again." The air sizzled. Before I could utter a single word, they lunged at each other. Two powerful forces colliding. Dairus shifted partially, his eyes glowing, his muscles bulging, claws threatening to break through. Caelum met him head-on with equal brutality. The sound of bones hitting bone echoed through the forest. There were punches, dodges, growls, and claw swipe..

She gasped, eyes widening as he reached not for her flesh but for the divine fire within her. “No—” Vanya’s scream split the clearing. But it was too late. Arelith’s body convulsed as Caelum drew her essence out in a torrent of light, siphoning it into himself. Her form crumbled to ash, scattering on the wind, her power roaring in his veins. Caelum staggered for only a breath, then straightened taller, stronger, his aura doubling in ferocity. He looked to Vanya, his lips curved in something that was not quite a smile. “Come closer. Don’t make this any harder for yourself.”

“You’ve never aligned yourself with any faction. You’ve never even spoken in open forum.” Rael stepped forward, voice never rising. “Because strength doesn’t come wrapped in bloodline etiquette. You asked for a champion. You wanted strength. You wanted Legacy and power. You didn’t ask or cared about where it came from. I gave you what you wanted,” the side of his cheek curved up into a soft smirk. Murmurs rippled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Rael let the silence stretch before he spoke again. “His name is Kaelen Duskthorn. He's an hybrid.”