March 7th X Caelus Novels & Stories

Before long, three dazzling lights appeared in the sky. It was the three elders of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan, led by Tate. “It really is you!” Caelum looked at Tate among the group, his eyes flashing coldly. Tate glared at Caelum with rage but did not speak. It was not his turn yet. “Caelum Stallard!” The Third Elder of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix said coldly, “Hand over Andrius Moonshade, or today will be the day you die!” With those words, the three elders released overwhelming pressure.

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.

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

The target's daily routine continued for three days, so for the next four days, Azrael will continue the assassination of his target. The day has come when Azrael will carry out his mission. Azrael had already prepared his guns and knife. Azrael placed the Coharie Arms MP-10 Using a duffle bag, and his pistols were in his pistol holster. He has already left his condo unit. He left all his feelings as he left his home. He knew this mission would not be easy so he needed to be more self-confident. He drove in his black Camaro.

“I chose Zephyria.” Elias snorted softly. “Same thing.” Draven didn’t answer. But the corner of his mouth twitched. ✦ ✦ ✦ Mara’s equipment lit up with the largest core fracture yet. The sanctuary shook. And somewhere in the citadel, Vaelor’s bond flared with sudden, sharp awareness. The war had just changed again.

"It's better than happy. Happy is a spike. Content is a plateau." "I like plateaus. They are flat. Easy to defend." "You're hopeless." "I am yours." "Yeah. You are." Atlas barked. Once. Short. Sharp. "What is it?" Elion asked. "Squirrel?" "No," Cale said. "He is announcing the day." "It's a grey day." "It is a Tuesday," Cale said. "Is it?" "Yes." Cale touched his wrist. Zero marks. "Just a Tuesday," Cale said. And for the first time in three hundred years, he didn't check the exits.

"I love you, Aria. I love you more than I've ever loved anything." He kissed me. Soft. Slow. A promise. The gold light flickered behind my eyes. And for the first time, I wasn't afraid of it. The next morning, Elias called a pack meeting. Kael stood at the head of the table. His face was serious. His eyes were cold. The mask was back — the Alpha mask he wore when the pack needed him to be strong. "Marcus is mobilizing," he said. "He's gathering his army. He's going to attack within the week."

"No. Caelum is not meeting with a Frostmarch officer alone." "He's not armed. He's young. Barely older than Caelum." Maren hesitated. "He says his name is Kael. He was the Frostborn's herald. And he doesn't know what to do now." I stood up, and my legs were still shaky, but they held. "Let him in." --- Kael was pale and scarred and young. His blue-white eyes were hollow, and his hands hung at his sides like he didn't know what to do with them. When he saw me, he stopped and dropped to his knees.

Caelan walked through and stopped a pace inside, looking at the pack house grounds with the careful attention of someone memorising exits and sightlines without making it obvious that was what he was doing. Luca leaned close to my ear. "Ezra is going to want to know about this immediately," he said quietly. "I know." "Victor is going to move the moment he hears this wolf is inside the gates." "I know that too." I looked at Caelan, standing in the morning light on Black Moon Ridge's grounds for the first time, with two days until the Moonfall delegation arrived and everything Victor had spent seventeen years building pointed directly at the moment we were standing inside right now.