Caelus X March 7th Novels & Stories

“I definitely wouldn’t want to share a mate with Brad either. That little shit can be annoying as hell.” Caelan snorted. “Yeah,” he said, nodding once. “I don’t even know him that well and I’ve already picked up on that.” We stood there for another moment, both watching as things began to settle. “Alright,” I said finally. “So who are they talking to?” Caelan shifted his focus first, eyes narrowing slightly as he tracked Wallace. “That’s June,” he said. “She’s our healer.” I followed his gaze, taking her in properly for the first time.

“They weren't bowing because you were their queen.” I stared at him. “Then why?” Caelan reached for my marked palm. The moment his fingers touched it, the black line beneath my crescent burned. I gasped. He immediately released me. “What was that?” I looked down. The mark was changing again. The silver crescent slowly split in two. One half remained silver and the other turned black. Caelan stared at it. “Flavia…” “What?” His face had gone pale. “I know what the First Alpha showed me.”

Memories pulsed within them, flashing images of people, cities, battles, and conversations preserved with astonishing clarity. At the center, Caelan waited. Up close, he looked younger than Luna expected, perhaps thirty-five, with black hair falling to his shoulders and eyes the same pale silver that had taken over Onyx. He looked first at Darius, then Cassian, then Onyx, and finally Luna. “You brought fire.” Luna raised an eyebrow. “I came voluntarily.” Caelan’s mouth curved slightly. “That is precisely the complication.” Darius stopped a few feet away. “You’re Caelan.”

"My mark is still burning on your flesh, human," Caelan rasped, his broad hand coming up to pin my thick waist flush against his massive frame. His molten silver eyes locked onto mine, dark with Alpha possessiveness. "So stop acting like I threw you to the tribunal wolves."

"The Moon didn't go dark," Nia whispered, staring at her blazing staff. "It multiplied." For one second, it was beautiful. The sky clear, full moon white, Pip not coughing, Caelum — no longer The First, just Caelum — standing with a new white mark on his chest like a kid who just got chosen. Then Vex shouted again from the yard: "LILA! THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING YOU NEED TO SEE!" We ran.

“Hi, Caelum.” “Hello, Astraea.” Kate knelt beside him. “Can we help you?” Caelum looked at her hands. “Your power may.” Kate glanced at Eira. Eira nodded. “Winter can slow his rupture.” Kate placed her hands near his wound. “May I?” Caelum stared at her. “You ask?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because it’s your body.” His expression became almost unbearably sad. “Your world became strange.” Kate smiled faintly.

I turn toward the door, the scent of smoke and rain heavy in the air. As I step outside, her voice stops me. “Kaelen.” I turn. She’s sitting up weakly, eyes glistening in the red light. Her lips part, barely a whisper. “Come back to me.” For a heartbeat, the mark on her skin flickers silver again — calm, quiet, still. Then it fades, leaving only the crimson glow of the Blood Moon above. Rael’s final howl echoes through the valley, long and cold, and the night answers back with one truth. He’s here.

Then its words came like stone ground against stone. “I am Caelus. Once flesh. Once heir. Once betrayed. And bound to the line of Ashcroft by oath and by blood.” The room chilled. Selene let out a choked sob. ⸻ The Origin. Caelus lifted a hand, its edges flickering with runes that flared and died as though his very existence was rebellion against oblivion.

Because of her, he could enter the Caelum Acme Rank and create an invincible signature skill that was the Chaos Sacred Art. Wyndael himself had also met Xezal many times in the past. “Greetings, Teresa.” Wyndael smiled. Teresa said, “What do you want? If there’s nothing, get lost.” “Come on, Teresa. Why are you acting this way? You always look at me a certain way. What have I ever done to upset you?” Playfully, Wyndael said, “Are you free? Let’s take a walk. Aren’t you bored from staying on Mount Heaven all day?”

Caelum counted about thirty of them and though he could easily take them down, he was more concerned about what Noah might do to Astraea should he miss to keep an eye on her. “You see… I invited you here for a show. I believe my men already told you before you killed them.” “Fuck you, Noah,” Caelum spat. “Fuck you and your fucked-up games.” Caelum’s eyes darkened as he channeled Chase’s energy. Power surged through him, his canines elongated, and his nails lengthened to form razor-sharp claws. “LAST TIME!” he roared, in a deep terrifying voice that sounded more like a beast than a human.