Fairy Tail Caelum Novels & Stories

she muttered and then yelled out, “Cillian drop the daggers! And come on, let's go home.” “Don't worry about Cillian, he can't hurt a fly even if he tried. I'll go check on Geoffrey and see what's keeping him. Ignore the stares if you can but you'll get used to them soon enough.” Kallista watched her walk away while standing frozen on the sidewalk as Cillian walked closer. “Do you think participating in this activity makes you a Hawthorne now?” “I'm sorry?”

Oliver tilted his head, “Wouldn’t that give us away? My father is still pursuing my mother and they haven’t married yet to have me.” Crystal shook her head, “Well, it won’t show who your parents are. Besides, aren’t there many dragons? Did you forget you and Kian came from the same race?” Oliver glanced at Kian who was also looking at him. He didn’t say anything and looked back on the wooden block in his hand. Crystal took hers and showed them how it’s done. “Mine shows ‘Crystal Summer, Flower Fairy, Outstanding’. Oh, it also glows pink. How cute~”

Cynthia asked holding her ear as she strained to hear me. "A curse!" I repeated louder. The whole town was so quiet that if a pen had been dropped you would have heard it hit the ground a mile away. "Are you serious?!" Tom shouted causing us all to jump out of our socks. I groaned then realizing that I had jumped into a deep pond and was now treading deep waters. "Yes, I'm serious. Look I know it sounds crazy but it's true! A Sorceress in Louisiana made a pact with a Daemon. Unlimited powers in return for all the souls she could get by the next full moon," I charged through it.

I felt my breath catch, my chest tightening, as his gaze burned into me. “Oh… " It’s you again,” he said, his tone casual but dismissive, like I was some minor inconvenience he didn’t have time for. “Oh… " It’s me,” I muttered under my breath, barely able to meet his eyes. The barista nodded toward him. “There. That’s the man you need. The only one who can take you to Blackthorn. Meet Cairos… Cairos Veylan, the mayor’s son.” Cairos paused mid-step, his eyes flicking toward the barista, then back to me. Cold. Intense. Unyielding.

The words sent a cold wave through me. “Because she was never yours to begin with.” Something inside me stirred. Not power. Something older. Something that recognized him. And didn’t like what it felt. Kael took another step forward. “Leave,” he said. The man tilted his head. “Or what?” The air changed. I felt it before I saw it. The shift. The pull. Kael’s wolf rising. Not fully. But enough. His eyes burned brighter. Gold turning molten. “You don’t want to find out,” Kael said.

I thought it was over. I really did. However, Sienna always had a way of turning things into something far more insane. It was Sebastian who slid a phone across the table to me. “You need to see this.” The screen showed Sienna’s live stream. She stood on the hospital rooftop, dressed in an oversized patient gown. The wind whipped her hair into a tangled mess. She was gaunt. Her face was as pale as paper. She was crying so hard her voice cracked and tore.

The cave was small but warm, filled with the earthy scent of stone and water, and a small fire flickered at the center, casting long shadows on the walls. Caelum sat down on the ground near the fire, his wings folding in around him like a protective shield. His silver hair, still damp from the storm, clung to his face, and for the first time since they had fled the basilica, he looked… human. Vulnerable. He seemed to exhale, a deep, weary sigh, and Sera hesitated before she approached him. “What happens now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What am I supposed to do?”

a small, melodic voice echoed. We turned to see Caelum standing at the entrance of the shaft. He wasn't a baby anymore; the events of the Abyss had accelerated his growth. He looked like a three-year-old, his dark hair messy, his emerald-shadows swirling around his feet like a pack of puppies. "The dark isn't bad," Caelum said, his voice surprisingly steady. "It’s just... the other half of the light. I can hold it. I can make the sun blink."

Sitting at the front of the hall, Caelum’s brows furrowed together as he replied, “A ridiculously strong person showed up out of the blue and used the Three-Thousand Cultivation Arts.” “What?!” “Are you talking about the Three-Thousand Cultivation Arts from the Ancient Heavenly Court Age?” “Who was that person?” The Azurean Clan’s powerhouses ecxhanged bewildered glances. “He claimed his name was James Caden. That name is exactly identical to the one belonging to a certain human on Earth,” Caelum uttered softly. Caelum was Marcello’s father. As such, he was apprised of the earth’s situation. Therefore, it was not strange that he had heard of James.

Furthermore, he was so fast that Caelum’s heart trembled. In an instant, Caelum immediately unleashed the full power of a defensive artifact he obtained from Frosthaven Sect while also using his ultimate killer move. With a shout, a giant dragon soared into the world, lunging at the finger that seemed like a pillar. Boom! The explosion was as intense as before, but the result was vastly different. Under the finger’s power, the dragon disintegrated and turned into nothingness. Its remaining force even rebounded fiercely. “Pfft—”