Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

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

The wind continued blowing while the rain’s still pouring, nourishing the dry soil on my feet, creating thick mud mixed with dried leaves. I stood up in shock when a ball of fire came out in front of me out of nowhere. I stepped back until my back hits the tree trunk. The fire didn’t seem to be harmful but it still surprised me by suddenly showing up. Am I already in Celestia? Weird things are starting to happen again so I assume that I’m already in Celestia. “Are you lost?”

Caspian reached out and grabbed the sword. The sword edge was still shaking and constantly cutting. However, the Celestial Punishment did not move at all. Not only that, but it also erased the mark of the General of Cloud on Nine-cloud Mad Blade of Wind. The sword light, which was still vibrating a moment ago, suddenly quieted down. From this moment on, this high-level spirit tools belonged to Caspian. But at this time, the space less than five miles in front of Caspian suddenly folded like paper.

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 best seraphic weapon in the world?” Tyr subconsciously raised the Celestial Blade and asked, “Is it more powerful than this blade?” “I’m still not sure what material the Celestial Blade is made of,” Vulcan explained, “but I’m certain it was an Astra weapon used by an ancient God. The weapons I want to make next are also aimed at the Astra weapon grade.”

She was broken beyond repair. The King doesn’t look at her. He can’t. His eyes are on Kali. Only Kali. He presses trembling fingers to her cheek, brushing back a blood-matted strand of hair. “No,” he murmurs, jaw tight. “Not yet… stay with me. You can’t die.” But even he knows—Celestia might be right. No one survives his sword. It’s not just any weapon. It’s the deadliest blade in existence—forged with dark magic and soaked in ancient silver blessed by the moon goddess herself. One stab to the heart means certain death.

Engraved at the blade's handle were several ancient characters—Hellblade. As Adrian picked up the weapon, Caleb began to turn away. "Wait," Adrian spoke up, "What's the relationship between Morning Star and Celestia?" "It's a temporary cooperative arrangement. The Celestria Restorationists are affluent, so they reached out to us. They hired me in exchange for a three-year right to use the Stellaris," Caleb explained somberly.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.