Novel & Cerita Caelus X March 7th

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.

Vegas's fists clenched, but he dared not act rashly. "From this day onwards, Moonfang and I share no connection… we are two entities apart." Vegas nodded. After all, that was what he wanted. "Good, and I hope you don't come crawling, " Caelan didn't get angry. After he couldn't walk, crawling was his best position. "I won't," he said calmly. "And I hope you won't come begging either." Vegas snorted but kept quiet. Caelan looked up at Rain. "Let's go," he whispered.

After some moments that Celia assumed felt like eternity for Kai, Marcel withdrew his hand, and the blonde male dropped to his knees. Marcel wiped his bloody hand on Kai’s hair. “You can all leave for your settlements at dusk. I expect you to return after the full moon.” All eyes, including Celia’s, went wide with shock. Darius leaned off the tree he had been spectating from. “Are you serious, Marcel?” “Don’t make me change my mind,” Marcel said and walked off. With him gone, all the Alphas looked at Celia weirdly. She ducked her head and left as well, her steps carrying her quickly through the foliage while she wondered what the heck had just happened.

And now the world was burning. By nightfall, Mooncrest’s outer defenses were tested. Rogues struck in waves, probing, retreating, learning. Kael fought on the front lines himself, his wolf tearing through intruders with controlled brutality, but even as bodies fell, he knew this was only the beginning. They were buying time. Distracting him. The real damage came with the dawn. A horn sounded from the western ridge, long and fractured, the call of a pack under siege. Kael shifted mid-stride, fur ripping through skin as he bolted toward the sound, warriors surging after him. What he found there froze his blood.

He no longer knew if he had the right to try to pull her away from it. The corridor trembled again in the distance as another surge rolled through the volcanic foundations. Far below, a deeper rumble answered from the Iron Marches, like the grinding of vast gates opening. Apollo stepped closer to Cael. “Walk with me,” he said. It was not loud. It did not need to be. Cael understood the tone the way a soldier understands the shift of wind before a charge. He fell into step without hesitation, the two of them moving several paces down the corridor where the volcanic wall curved inward, narrowing the space and swallowing their voices in its heat.

"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..

Rowan was right behind him. Cael raised his hands. From the glowing glyph on his skin, fire erupted — dark, consuming, twisting toward Lyra. Rowan tackled her out of the way. The flames roared against the stone wall behind them. “Elder-branding,” Rowan hissed. “He’s not Cael anymore. He’s a vessel.” Darius stepped forward. “Then we break the vessel.” --- The Battle of Trust and Fire The fight was chaotic. Cael moved with terrifying speed, as if driven by something far older than his body. He launched blasts of corrupted moonfire, sending healers and guards fleeing for cover.

Chapter 48: Afterglow ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 22 - 2027 ║ ║ Monday║ (D - 4) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║ Warning : R18+

The blonde, Sarah, starts before the dark haired girl, Mariah, nudges her and she immediately shuts up. "Took over?" Rei latches on to the blonde slip up. "Indeed, perhaps this Calista took on the Alpha's role fully for her father. No wonder she's causing difficulties already, she must think I'm taking her position." I reply to Rei, watching as the group in front of me shift nervously, clearly mindlinking one another. Something I won't be able to do until the new Alpha ceremony during the next full moon.