Caelus X March 7th Novels & Stories

"Tell me, when Kaelus betrayed you, didn’t it feel good to burn him? Didn’t it feel right?" The world tilted. I lunged again, more out of desperation than fury, but she caught me this time. Her claws dug into my throat, not enough to kill—but enough to remind me how fragile flesh was. "Face it," she whispered against my ear. "You and I are not enemies. We’re evolution." She shoved me back, and I crashed against a fallen tree. Pain splintered through my ribs. Behind her, I saw Dareth fighting through a horde of corrupted wolves, his blade a blur of silver light. Cassian was bleeding from the shoulder, Julian chanting something under his breath—spells, or prayers, I couldn’t tell. They were be

Caelan walked through and stopped a pace inside, looking at the pack house grounds with the careful attention of someone memorising exits and sightlines without making it obvious that was what he was doing. Luca leaned close to my ear. "Ezra is going to want to know about this immediately," he said quietly. "I know." "Victor is going to move the moment he hears this wolf is inside the gates." "I know that too." I looked at Caelan, standing in the morning light on Black Moon Ridge's grounds for the first time, with two days until the Moonfall delegation arrived and everything Victor had spent seventeen years building pointed directly at the moment we were standing inside right now.

"If you fall... I get the Queen out." ‎ ‎"Good." Kaelen clapped him on the shoulder. "Now get some sleep. We march at 0400." ‎ ‎Torian walked away, looking angry and heartbroken. ‎ ‎Kaelen stood alone for a moment. He looked up at the moon, which was waning, a sliver of silver in the dark sky. ‎ ‎I stood up and walked to him. ‎ ‎I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my cheek against the bandages on his back.

“Let’s go.” “All right,” Callum replied. We stepped out together, the early wind brushing against my coat as we made our way to the carriage. The guards secured the rear while Callum climbed in after me. Within minutes, we were on the road to Moonlight pack. The journey took seven hours. When we finally crossed into Moonlight pack’s territory, we were received immediately. Guards stood straighter. Servants bowed slightly as we passed. Moonlight pack had lost their Alpha six months ago. His death had shaken the entire region. Since then, his younger brother and Beta had stepped in as acting Alpha.

Just stood there, tall, impossibly calm, as if he owned the dark road itself. And the moment my eyes locked onto him… I knew Knew without a doubt. He was the same man. The man who had hurt Alara. The man who had tried to kill her. Cairos Veylan.

Marcel saw it at the same time I did. He was upright instantly, every trace of softness gone. “What happened?” he demanded. His voice was no longer warm. It was Alpha. Controlled. Dangerous. Luna Isobel lifted her chin slightly, her eyes meeting mine for just a second before she turned her attention to her son once more. “Elara got into an accident.” My stomach tightened. “She is bleeding, and the pack doctors are taking care of her.” “What kind of accident?” Marcel asked, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “What happened exactly?”

Kael addressed them one last time. “Tomorrow night is the dark moon. We meet Darius at the stones. We finish this. Those who stand with us, stand now. Those who doubt… leave before sunset. I will not have hesitation in my ranks when claws meet flesh.” He led Elara back inside, through corridors that suddenly felt narrower, colder. In their chambers, he bolted the door. Then he pulled her against him, hard, desperate, mouth claiming hers in a kiss that tasted of blood and salt and unbreakable vow.

"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..

"No. Caelum is not meeting with a Frostmarch officer alone." "He's not armed. He's young. Barely older than Caelum." Maren hesitated. "He says his name is Kael. He was the Frostborn's herald. And he doesn't know what to do now." I stood up, and my legs were still shaky, but they held. "Let him in." --- Kael was pale and scarred and young. His blue-white eyes were hollow, and his hands hung at his sides like he didn't know what to do with them. When he saw me, he stopped and dropped to his knees.

said, “my legs forgot how.” Honesty, raw as winter bone. It hurt to hold. I exhaled shakily. “So we’re shackled.” “For now.” A howl drifted from the distant trees, different pitch from the wind roughened, deliberate. Then another answered, higher, eager. Kael’s head lifted, nostrils flaring. The color that had returned to his cheeks drained again. “They’re testing the perimeter,” he murmured. “Closer than yesterday.” I felt the sound crawl under my skin, a warning vibration. My power stirred, restless. “You have sentries?” “Not enough.” He turned to me fully, decision hardening his features. “I need every blade. That includes the one the moon tethered to my ribs.” I flinched at the image. “