Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

"You are mine, Celeste! Body and blood!" ‎ ‎He lunged. ‎ ‎I didn't think. I didn't hesitate. ‎ ‎I brought my hand up. ‎ ‎The razor blade glinted in the candlelight. ‎ ‎Slash. ‎ ‎I aimed for his throat, but he moved too fast. The blade caught his cheek instead, slicing a deep, jagged line from his eye to his jaw. ‎ ‎Magnus roared, rearing back. He clutched his face, blood welling up between his fingers, staining his pristine white tuxedo red.

I stared into Zack's eyes, making sure he heard every word. "You lost me once?" His tears rolled down his cheeks and into the palm of my hand. "Yes, I lost you once. I saw your car explode in the fire, but by the time I got there, it was already too late… After you died, I begged the Moon Goddess. I wanted to trade my life just to have another chance for you." I looked at Zack in shock. "So you were reborn too?"

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Long blonde braids billowed out behind her, and the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair was invigorating like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The stars above her seemed even brighter this close to them than they ever had from her bedroom window at the castle. The moon was low in the sky, and she had a feeling Slate would want to land before it illuminated them too much, even though he was flying higher than usual so that it would be more difficult to spot them. They were flying over a kingdom that contributed to the Dragon Moon celebrations and would be for most of the night, but there was no reason to alarm the people beneath them and make them think that the dragon flying o

Tina didn't know whether to vomit or scream. "Tina, I want you to take deep breaths, okay? They're just trying to intimidate us. Remember how we talked about Monique? " Haneul said, sensing Tina's distress. A luminous glow flared up from his back, and he pulled out something from it. A sword. A long, beautiful blade that's out of this world. Quite literally. Tina thought as she stared at the weapon in wonderment. "Leviathan's charge. The Princess of Envy," Tina murmured, acknowledging Haneul's question.

He's dead. If he is to come back... Then I can't let Lamia suspect what I'm really doing here. I decided to act fast. I checked Eder's pockets to find a blade. A small pocket knife. Three inchest long maybe... I pushed it up towards his neck and waited for Lamia to come. Lamia's scent picked up before I could hear her. I could sense her outside the door. She walked in. Still drenched in blood... But, she was healed.