Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

“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.”

Coral blurts out and Asher immediately turns his gaze to me. “You have mates?" “No!" I object, thinking of a thousand ways to strangle my best friend and hide the evidence of murder. “Kaeren and his brothers claim I'm their mate, but their guardian, professor Holden says otherwise.” “To think you hate them, especially Kaeren. Talk of plot twist," Asher says with a smirk. “Besides, if they are your mates, they can assist you with your training. The moon goddess couldn't have been dumb to grant you three mates."

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.

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase

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.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.