Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

All he wanted now was to return to Northmoon and explain everything to me. The moment he tried to leave, a look of utter despair and madness flashed through Stella's eyes. Suddenly, she pulled a dagger coated in silver nitrate from her sleeve and drove it with all her strength toward his back. "You don't love me… then why did you humor me? Why did you give me false hope?" Silverbane spread rapidly from the wound. Alexander's legs gave out, and he dropped to one knee. Blinding pain and the swift drain of his strength left him dizzy and gasping. He struggled to lift his head, staring in disbelief at the unhinged Stella before him.

I read this one in under a second. Not rage. Not cold. Something that had gone far past both of those into the particular territory of a man whose entire cognitive architecture — every precision, every calculation, every political intelligence, every mastered discipline of a lifetime — had just encountered something that none of it was capable of processing. He drew his sword. The White Heaven Heavenly Blade — Moon Severance, the sect's supreme weapon, the blade that had ended more martial careers than any other instrument of the murim world's last century. It came free of its sheath with a sound like a breath.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Her fingers hesitated for a second before she tapped Blake’s name. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice—breathless and anxious—picked up. “Lydia?” Lydia let out a shaky breath. “Hey, Blake.” “Oh my goddess! I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I tried the mind-link at least ten times. I felt something—like something inside me was...cut off.” Lydia swallowed. “That’s because it was.” “What?” “I joined the Blue Moon Pack today,” Lydia said softly. “We had the mating ceremony. I’m part of Blue Moon now.”

It wasn't his issue to deal with though. Cielo stormed inside his room and locked the door before going to sit on the bed. She took time to remove every gadget she had worn, from the microphone, the earpiece, and the micro camera. Placing all of them on the table, she loosened her hair from the bun, making it fall before slipping out from her long gown. She was now dressed in biker shorts and a black singlet. She quickly picked out a big t-shirt from her wardrobe of clothes, putting it on before moving over to her laptop that was closed on the table. She opened it and typed on it. The question of the anonymous person kept ringing in her mind.

I did something to Alpha Nicholas causing him to make a mistake. Alpha Nicholas reached Alfredo’s hands and lay on top of him, shielding him to something. Apollo looks amused at what he did but nevertheless, he plays with the knife and directly pointed it at Alpha Nicholas's heart. At this moment, I don’t know what to do. “ Made out of meteorite remains, a celestial knife which is used to pay debt and favor of the goddess,” he said in a sing-song voice. Meteorite. Celestial Knife. Unexpectedly, it dawned on me. When we are looking for the solution on the cure, Alpha Antonio made me read some books about werewolves and other supernatural beings. And one of them discussed the weapons that are

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

The blade caught the dim light and returned it in a thin, bright line. Not a threat. A reminder. If Ares wanted to make this a war, she was already standing in one. The wind picked up again, pulling strands of her hair higher, making the golden sparks around her look almost celestial in the low light. For a moment, the beach seemed to blur at the edges, as though the world couldn’t quite decide where Celeste ended and the tide began. Ares saw that too. His expression darkened. “This is what they have made of you?”

he said. And, at that moment, the world shattered completely. “I, Lucien Stormcrest, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Clan, formally reject Akira Nightfall as my mate.” The words were like two edged swords driven straight into my soul. Pain exploded through my chest, white, served hot and merciless. I screamed as the mate bond...warm, familiar, alive...started ripping itself apart. I felt it tear away from me piece by piece, leaving behind raw, bleeding emptiness. My wolf howled without control. “No...!” I gasped, clutching my chest as my knees buckled. “Lucien, stop...please...”

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head