Caelus X March 7th Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m Cael, by the way. Warrior in training. But don’t let the ‘training’ part fool you.” “Oh, we’re not fooled,” Elena said flatly. Cael tilted his head. “You two from another pack?” Elena’s silence was his first warning. I couldn’t resist. I leaned in slightly, voice quiet. “You might want to look a little closer next time before you go throwing lines.” He looked confused for a second—until his eyes flicked down to the edge of my sleeve, where the white wolf mark stitched onto the fabric caught the light. His face fell.

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.

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.

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.

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.

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

I say, but we both know I'm not going anywhere yet, instead, I make small circles with my hips and this time, we make love slowly, kissing the entire time. "Thank you for joining us. Finally." Calista smirks, but there's no anger in her tone. She points at my friends who all look sweaty and exhausted. "We've done a bit of a warm up, but I'm guessing two you had your own warm up this morning. Are you joining us, Cain?" "Yeah, may as well." He winks at me and butterflies erupt in my stomach. "Ok, pair up. No, Cain, you and Zac will go together, we need Tegwen to have a proper opponent. You'll be too scared to hurt her." Calista grabs my wrist and Zac goes to stand with Cain.

His face contorted in rage, making me take a step back. “You’re right, I didn’t, because the Alpha did,” Axel snaps. He turns, looking at Ace who innocently stands a few steps away, trying not to make is seem like he is listening into the conversation. “Hear the Ace? Did you know Jada and Kael are mates?” Ace doesn’t say anything, just looks down at his feet. “You listened in on our conversation you jealous creep,” I growl. I have to refrain from yelling at him in case kael and Grayson hear, as they aren’t too far away.

Eleanor was puzzled, as she also examined the wounds that appeared to be typical for her. "Yes, it is. Perhaps you were wounded by a Dresiur, a dangerous wood-like creature that can be found throughout the forest. If this is not treated, it could cause you to have hallucinations and it will be triggering your desires, leading you to your own death." While getting a basin and towel from the cupboards, she said this seriously. Eleanor sat there, bewildered, staring at Asmia.