Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

“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.

While humans are simply killed by the Blade, if Celestial beings, Demons, Gods, Angels and Fallens are killed by Azrael’s Blade, their very essence would be wiped out of existence, completely eradicating them from reality. The Blade holds the power to beckon to the one holding the Blade to fulfill its purpose, murder. Celestials have strength to resist its call, but most humans are not quite as capable, it would take someone’s immense willpower to fight off the Blade’s seduction. The Blade can also ignite, when Azrael held the Blade while angry and feeling intense emotional pain, it becomes the Flaming Sword. But she’s the only one who can control whether she wield it as a Blade or as a Swor

I never thought they can use the highest form of their own magic combined with their celestial magic. After some time, the whole arena became clear for us to see as the lights emanated from Glade and Deborah disappeared. And we were all stunned to know what on earth did just happen? Glade is now covered with armor made of rose thorns and he is wearing a sheep headdress symbolizing his celestial spirit, Aries. His celestial weapon, Bastias is also restored. On the other hand, Deborah’s sexy body is now coated with hard rocks from her neck down to her feet. There is a bull’s head attached to each of her shoulder’s plate representing her mighty celestial spirit, Taurus. She is holding her reviv

“You mean the moon goddess?” “No,” Selene said softly. “I am what the moon leaves behind when it’s angry.” The lake shimmered again, and something began to rise from its center. A beam of silver light pierced the air, illuminating a long, curved blade hovering above the water. Stars sparkled within it as if the night sky had been forged into steel. Lily gasped. “The Blade of Stars,” Selene said. “Forged by the Ancients. Wielded only by one whose destiny is neither wolf nor human but something far more dangerous.”

“Do any of you know what kind of things your gods possessed?” Li held his glaive. “Mine used this, the Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade.” “Too long,” Katie renamed, “we’ll call it Green Dragon.” The Shaolin shrugged to go along with it. His glaive had a green haft and eastern dragon motif to bear its shortened name. It was Wilt’s turn. He produced a sword out of his palm and handed it to Raja. “It’s non-magical, but it’s a fine blade,” Raja said upon examining it. “They say sword braves are also good at wielding it.”

“How can it be this serious if he barely even drank from her?” I let out a mental groan at his confusion and press down harder on the mental barrier. “You do not need to drink a mouthful to become addicted. All he could have done was taste a drop of blood from maybe when she wounded herself and it will still have the same effects. The blood of the Celestial Wolves are addictive , especially when said wolf is your mate.” “So what do we do now?”

Instead, I force a smile. "Careful, Dean Withers. You almost sound afraid of a dead family." His expression darkens. "Afraid?" He scoffs. "No. I reserve fear for things that are still breathing." My smile falls as he steps closer. "The Celestial Dragons are gone. Your parents are dead. Your sister is dead. And you, Miss Thalorien, are nothing more than the last loose thread of a failed rebellion." Every word steals more air from the room. "You know nothing," I whisper.