Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” Dragging all of my attention. The atmosphere surrounding me starts to change that the day became night and the light gradually crumbles into clouds of dust. Beaming in an ocean blue celestial body, the crepuscular ambient ignited making all the things visible. The lilac canopy on the tall trees, the floating sparkling specks of dust-like particles around, and down to where my feet land is a frozen river so clear and lucent. “You are the blade, Adira. Find your way back to him, back to where it all started.”

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

The Grand Serpent still blasting his beam, apparently not noticing Lars was high above his head, ready with Celestial Calibur. Lars gave all of his Scion Force in this attack. The Celestial Calibur burned so brightly white and hot it looked like a new star was born in the skies. His six wings turned into swords then merged with the Celestial Calibur to create one, heaven - splitting blade. Lars swung down and plunged himself, turning into a sharp, radiant white meteor. The Celestial Calibur pierced through the Grand Serpent's head. His roar was so loud it created powerful shockwave. The beam stopped and that was the unspoken cue the Scions waited for. Lars pulled his sword and leapt away as

Although he was yet to be acknowledged as a blade master, Boro was a few steps away from that title officially. There were a few ways to obtain the title of blade master. The most common way was to defeat a titled master in a duel, whether that be a duel to the death or not, beating someone who holds that title, usually witnessed by others to authenticate the claim, would allow one to become a blade master. Furthermore, being tutored by an acknowledged master, and in turn being acknowledged by that master, was another way for one to finally obtain that title.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

“It just had to be true! Your eyes are like theirs – the Celestials.” Theo watched the shopkeeper rush to the back and grabbed a dusty chest. The elf opened it and revealed a dagger made of iridescent crystal blade and a handle. He beckoned Theo over and he complied, eyeing the dagger in fascination. “It is a Celestial sword,” Deacon said. “Only those with Celestial blood in their veins can wield it.” That was a sword? Theo reached down to touch the weapon. It seemed more like a dagger, but as he grabbed the handle, Deacon let out a sigh of relief. Theo eyed Deacon with one eyebrow arched at his reaction to him handling the dagger.

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

"You'll wake up in a few hours. In your room. You'll think this was a dream." My legs give out. He catches me before I hit the floor, one strong arm around my waist, lowering me with surprising gentleness for someone who just drugged me. "I'm sorry, Celeste," he murmurs, and there's something almost regretful in his tone. "But you needed to know the truth. And this was the only way to plant the seed." Celeste. That name. Why does it sound so familiar? My vision is going dark at the edges. I try to fight it, try to stay conscious, but it's like drowning in ink.

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

to glow faintly in the candlelight, almost as if they were alive. "You're a witch," Seraphine breathed quietly, the realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She had suspected that Soraya was not just an ordinary being, but the world had not heard of witches in decades. Their existence had been told in stories, but she never imagined meeting a witch in person. "I've never met a witch before." Soraya nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am, Luna. And it is my duty to tell you about this. To teach you what you need to know, and to stand by your side as you fulfill your destiny." Moments later, Soraya led Seraphine through a narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking u