Fairy Tail Caelum Novels & Stories

A wedding ceremony was the official way to mark the coming together of Nya Gould and Slate, the Dragon King, the joining of the two kingdoms, and the uniting of two people who loved each other more than anything, but for Nya, all of that was declared long before she walked down the aisle to take Slate’s hand beneath an azure sky and a trellis full of roses. Transferring the power of the Heart of Magic to him hadn’t been something she’d had to think about, once they’d left Frindom the day that the dragons had defeated Beelzanborg once for all. As soon as the magic had gone back to its rightful owner, the entire mountain-bound kingdom had shifted. The mountain itself had split open from the to

Caelum had lit them himself, for Seraphina, and the two of them stood under the cascade of light, accepting the congratulations of all the gods. I finished telling all of this to him, one piece at a time. In the projection, the younger Caelum’s eyes had gone red and wet. His whole body shook, and his voice came out cracked. “Elara. Tell me what to do. Tell me how to change this.” I looked at him for a long time. “If you can do anything, make sure the me from five years ago doesn’t get pregnant.” Caelum was always going to end up with another goddess, and I couldn’t change that about him.

For the first time since the seals awakened. Liana could not touch it. She stared at Caelum. "You're one of them?" Caelum nodded. "Yes." "Then you're like Orion." "No." Caelum's voice was quiet. "But I was created like him." The distinction confused her. "What does that mean?" Caelum looked toward the Interworld. "I was an Origin One." "Before I became something else." --- Orion's expression hardened. "You abandoned the Origin." Caelum looked at him.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

“Jada, it’s just the wildflowers. There are no immortals out here in a place like this. I promise you.” “Sinful was trying to help me find my mother,” Kael tells us softly. “Why would he try to turn us in the opposite direction?” I suddenly feel foolish for my claim, but it still makes sense to me. “I don’t know, but I can smell him. I know that smell, and it’s not subtle like flowers, it’s intoxicating, and I know you all can smell it,” I comment, looking around. I even notice a metallic taste on my tongue, so bitter I almost cough. “His magic is in the air too. I can taste it.”

She was tightening the wrap on her left wrist when the crowd parted. A tall figure in a clean gray training tunic stepped into the open circle near the instructors’ platform. Dark hair pulled back, crest of one of the stronger eastern packs stitched cleanly at the shoulder, posture that said he had never doubted his place. Conversations quieted. Even the instructors glanced over. Sable appeared at Phyna’s shoulder, voice low. “That’s Caelum. Third son of Alpha Rhydian. Favored enough that the senior instructors actually remember his name. He doesn’t usually drop down to our level unless he’s bored or making a point.”

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Caelum lay motionless beneath the blanket, pale as marble, long thick lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. Even unconscious and broken, he was beautiful enough to make people forget how to speak. "He's..." Debora breathed, then caught herself. "He's quite striking, a pure regal appearance." Velis’s reply came flat, almost bored. “I know.” Debora stepped closer, drawn despite herself. She pressed her thumb gently against Caelum’s jaw, prying his lips apart to study his teeth. Her fingers wandered into his mouth, feeling along the gumline. “Curious,” she murmured. “The dental structure mimics vampiric lineage—elongated canines—but the edges are blunt, soft. Entirely human.”

Andrew repaid her with a glare and followed behind, trying to figure out which animal he could stick on Naomi’s tunic when she fell asleep. ------- “We are heading towards Neera, it looks like,” Naomi spoke over Elaine’s shoulder as the knight flipped through the small book of maps. “That is where the trail ends.” Magic was hard to explain, much like Elaine’s own magic; Naomi found it difficult to explain exactly how it worked. The caramel-eyed fifteen-year-old was even younger in her abilities and training, but from what Elaine had seen, she held great promise. That was the thing about magic: if fostered, it could grow into a great power, but without teaching, a person could find themselves