March 7th X Caelus Novels & Stories

“Surrender her to us, and perhaps the rest of your packs survive. Refuse, and every ally who has trusted you will burn. Their blood will stain the streets, and your conscience will be the weight you carry until the end of your days.” The air went thick. Zaria’s pulse spiked, silver fire coiling beneath her skin as Caelus surged, sensing the threat. Rowan’s hand went to his weapon reflexively, Mara’s daggers gleaming faintly, Silas’s presence radiating protective tension, and Nadia Clarke’s wards hummed faintly, responding to the imminent danger. The emissary’s words were a challenge, a taunt, and the implications were clear: Kael was escalating. The blood feud was no longer a contained battl

Caleb said, looked between Pete and Derek, and walked out, this time around, towards the elevator. "I can't believe that bastard!" Caleb yelled as he smashed everything on the vanity to the ground, well then, guess we'd need new products for everything, thankfully, I hadn't left my miraculous body lotion from Carla on the table, or any other thing if important for that matter, I breathed out a sigh of relieve at the realization of this. "I feel they've more than the run in plan for us tomorrow," Nate spoke up, he always knew the right thing to say, and he's always right, running Crescent pack with him sure made it easier for Caleb as the alpha, h was the male version of Carla.

CARIOS POV It was the night of the full moon. And I was on guard duty. But this one… this one was different. I hadn’t seen a moon like this in ten thousand years. The red flower moon, the one the old prophecies spoke of. According to the seer Celine, a wolf would be born with immense power… someone who could bring both chaos and destruction, but also peace and love. And tonight… that wolf was supposed to appear. The whole pack had been on edge for weeks.

**Celeste (turning in his arms, hands on his face, tears falling free):** “Always. You didn’t lose me. You found me. And I’m not going anywhere.” We stay like that. Watching the sun set over a world we bled for—colors bleeding orange and violet, the air cooling crisp, carrying the faint salt of cloud-oceans below and the promise of storms to come. The system pings—one last time, almost apologetic. *Quest Chain Update: Defend the New Sky – Phase 2 Loading.* *Warning: Multiversal Anomalies Detected – Origin Unknown.* *New Faction Alert: The Echo Court (Neutral → Hostile?).*

"The drug is almost ready. Expect it a day before the Crescent moon festival. The festival is a great day to carry out your plans Alpha Kael." Beta Thorne let out a frown as he saw tugging at the corner of Kael's mouth.

Until news reached me that one of Celeste's priestesses spoke in a trance uttering the same words which Jinx had spoken before. News of the prophecy spread and wolves kept a keen eye on Celeste. She went into seclusion, not wanting to be subjected to rumors or speculations. Then, from out of the blue, Lilith received a call from one of her spies. The spy informed her Celeste was pregnant. The girls and I agreed to attack the pack by surprise on the eve of the Mabon or the annual Harvest Moon Thanksgiving celebration. According to Lilith's informant, Celeste was not due until a month or so. It would be perfect. No more Celeste and no more prophecy. Of course, no more Blake and no more Autumn

“He is near. Please tell me this is the last one.” “You do not decide for me. Me sparing you does not make us equals. One wrong move from you and you could he the next.” Caelum replied, his voice sharp. “My apologies.” Laurent apologized. Caelum did not look at him again. His gaze swept forward, past the orchard, toward the broken shrine half-hidden in the weeds. Faint silver light bled from its cracks, the mark of lunar power left unshielded. The target was waiting. “This sentient is more powerful than the others, I suggest we proceed with–“ Laurent wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Caelum moved.

he said softly, before melting into shadow. And then we were alone. The chamber dimmed to a soft, eerie calm. The silver veins pulsed gently in the walls, no longer violent, no longer hungry, just watching. I leaned into Cael’s chest, exhausted. “How long do you think we have?” “Until the Blood Moon,” Auren answered quietly. “And when it rises… everything changes.” Cael’s hand brushed through my hair, fire sparking gently against my skin. “Then we’ll be ready. Together.”

On the other side, Caelum charged again. The Third Elder did not even look at him, completely dismissing him. Sure enough, as Caelum approached, the Third Elder only flapped his wings, and a powerful wave of energy sent Caelum flying again. He slid dozens of meters on the ground. After finally stopping, he raised his head and coughed up blood again. “Tate Cross! Go to the secret chamber and kill Andrius Moonshade! Kill him, avenge your father, and help the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan. Hurry!”

Cael stepped up front, steady as someone who’s already accepted the fallout. “My name is Cael,” he said. “Seven months ago, the Veron claimant’s faction sent me into the Crest pack. My job was to gather intelligence, destabilize the Luna, and fabricate a recording to destroy her credibility...here and outside the pack.” He paused. “I’m here now because the Luna offered me something the claimant never did.” He let the crowd take him in. “The truth, both ways.” Now it was silent...completely, utterly silent.