Caelus X March 7th Novels & Stories

“Hullo!” “He–Hey,” My voice came out weird and wrong so I cleared my throat, brushing the dust off the trousers Vivian had lent me. Caelum watched us, his eyes drifting up from the flowers as he appeared to be curious. “What are you waiting for? Let’s get moving–I have found a very nice headquarters for us three while I figure out the connection,” Aeon stretched his body as he stands from behind the bush, his powder blue coat billowing like it was another sky from below, focusing his purple iris at me. “How are you, cupid?”

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

“But Cameron, we were—” “Let's go!” he yelled, startling her into silence. “But remember this, Tristan. You can't hide the freak forever. I will get my hands on her and slowly unravel what the hell she is.” “Wow,” a smile danced on my lips as Orion and Mira walked up to my side. “Stay away from her. There won't be a next conversation about this.” “No, there won't,” he grunted as he grabbed Falcon and left. We waited until their scent was out of range before turning back to Caitlyn, who still looked perplexed.

Cale steadied the cup, his own hand trembling slightly with age, but his grip still secure. "What time is it?" Elion asked. "08:05," Cale said. "What day?" "Tuesday." Elion smiled. His eyes, clouded now with cataracts but still unmistakably green, found Cale’s face. "Of course it is," Elion said. "It had to be a Tuesday." "It is a statistical probability," Cale said. "One in seven." "It’s the Ghost, Cale. It’s the Ghost of Tuesday coming back to collect."

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

End of story. “That is exactly the reason why I asked him not to come. See? He's turning that unfaltering shade of purple again,” Isla said to me, pointed at Marcus and walked away. I placed a hand on Marcus's arm, despite Kai's growl of annoyance from behind me. “You know you won't win against her, save your energy,” I advised Marcus and moved close to my mate as we walked in. The meeting was just a report about the mirrors that were fully purchased and ready to be installed. Then the Luna Strike tournament was to begin in exactly three weeks.

But he got to his feet. Marcus was bleeding heavily from the wound in his side, but he was still standing too. Still dangerous. They faced each other across the pit. Both wounded. Both exhausted. Both knowing the next exchange would be the last. "Yield," Caelan said. "You're bleeding out. You've lost." "I haven't lost until you're dead." Marcus charged one more time. But he was slower now. Weaker from blood loss. Caelan sidestepped at the last moment. His blade flashed.

Kael's expression turns murderous. “I almost destroyed the woman I loved once.” He drives Marcus backward. “I won't make another mistake.” Marcus attacks. Kael blocks. Again. Again. The courtyard becomes chaos around them. I see Elias break free. Vera fights beside him. Bloodmoon warriors are pushing the enemy back. Then Marcus suddenly smiles. Kael freezes. “What?” Marcus looks past him. At me. “Check your precious Queen.” My stomach drops. I look down. The golden mark is glowing brighter.

Lucille held unto his hand, "Angelus? Marcellus?" She whispered. Lyra instantly clasped a hand on her lips at her act of folly, she'd recalled something similar happening. She watched both brothers grit their teeths. "That fucking sound sugarplum." Angelus sighed. "Go get dressed, all of you. In the light of this successful alliance with Mr Valentino I think it to be fair if we celebrate this victory." Marcellus said agitatedly before rising from his seat and turning to leave.

The Moon Goddess’s voice lingered in her heart, soft and eternal: “Marked by Moonfire, you carry the dawn.” Kilian felt her breath against his shoulder, warm and steady. He turned his gaze to the rising sun, its light mingling with her silver glow. “We’ve changed everything,” he whispered. Nova squeezed his hand. “We’ve only just begun.” Together, they stepped into the dawn. The battlefield lay silent behind them, scarred and broken, but in front of them was something new — uncertain, fragile, yet alive. A world reborn, marked forever by Moonfire.