Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

“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.

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

The air was still and quiet. She pulled out a small pouch from her cloak and scattered herbs around the stone. “This is the Pain Ritual,” she began, her voice softer than usual. “Every wolf that’s ever had their spirit fractured comes here to reclaim it.” I stayed quiet, carefully observing what she was doing. “You brought it?” she asked turning to me. My hand instinctively went to the chain around my neck..the necklace. A small, delicate piece of silver shaped like a crescent moon. My mother’s. The last thing she gave me before she died. And the only thing really I had of her.

He laughed and said, "Senior, we shall keep our body operational. In the future, when we work for the eldest Divine Prince, we can clear away the darkness and get back a bright sky... Let's go." "Haha, Ok! Go!" His attacks changed as his mood had shifted. On hearing a loud shout, tornadoes and wind pillars like cyan dragons suddenly dispersed in the sky and turned into cyan wind blades that was similar to dense locust, exploding and shooting in all directions. Suddenly, countless Black Armored Army soldiers screamed and fell from the sky. The earliest ones to take action, the mysterious masters in black, became the first batch to be killed. In an instant, five or six people were shot into mi

Celeste howled in pain, the sound made me ache. The old witch drew her blade slowly down leaving a trail of thick blood. When she pulled the knife back a gaping hole was still in Celeste side. That's when I realized the blade must be made of platinum because she wasn't healing quickly. Hildegarde reached her hand inside the hole; Celeste cringed but still remained still. When she took her bloody hand out, inside it was a rugged shaped crystal. It shined and thumped magnificently, as if it were alive. Celeste

“Then why is she the one causing this?” Louise let out a long breath. “As I’ve said before,” she replied calmly, her gaze lingering on Yoren for a few seconds as if to confirm something. “Miss Eirene is a double-edged blade for Alpha.” Ruth fell silent. Her face stiffened as she recalled Louise’s earlier words.

"The Moon Goddess and I have long discussed you. Child, you have a hard path ahead, but the end will be worth the journey. Drink, and be born anew." Cassidy lifted the vial to her lips, downing the too-sweet concoction in one swallow. The priestess began intoning some ancient lyric, soft and slow. The air was heavy on her skin, she felt a tightness from her scalp to her toes. Cold sweat broke out on her brow, and her stomach twisted wildly.

Imelda’s POV I immediately recognised the dagger in Gabe as one of the thirteen I created many, many years ago. He has no idea how fortunate he is that I was there to remove it. Nuntius blades are connected to their creator and whomever they wish to receive the message inside and only they can remove it from a body. It sounds barbaric now but back when the witch hunts were at their peak they became a life line for so many of us. The way a Nuntius blade works is simple but effective. Not every witch has the necessary powers to create such an intricate and complex tool and as far as I’m aware there were only a handful of us, from the most powerful covens, who successfully used them.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.