Robin X Caelus Novels & Stories

His breath came in ragged gasps as he realized he was under attack by a supernatural entity. Terror gripped Robin's heart, overriding any rational thought. He turned on his heels and sprinted towards the safety of the palace, his mind consumed by one instinct alone—to seek refuge in the presence of Alpha Leori. The ghostly assailant pursued him with malevolent determination, the sound of its ethereal footsteps echoing ominously behind him. As Robin burst through the doors of the grand hall, his chest heaved, and he frantically scanned the room for Alpha Leori. Spotting him standing near the fireplace, engaged in conversation, Robin stumbled forward, his voice quivering with fear.

" Boom! Caleb's combat aura flared with a black flash, while an imperial robe appeared behind him. It was adorned with black pearls, each containing a pocket dimension! The robe itself was embroidered with nine black dragons, each appearing menacing but also flailing around as if the robe kept them sealed. And with the robe's appearance, a terrible aura was crashing toward all directions. Soless was stunned to see that. "Is there a mistake here? I'm telling you to master the World End Slash, but you're cultivating your combat mind instead? Even my imperial mind? And what does the Black Emperor Robe mean?" Soless froze—wasn't Caleb way too much of a monster?! Perfecting the World End Slash an

Familiar… but I couldn’t place him. “Alpha, sir—what are your orders?” a warrior asked. “Secure the perimeter! Drive them back and make sure no more get in!” I barked before charging outside. That same giant wolf had now pinned Raven. They looked similar—light honey brown fur, both massive. Gabriel. He slammed his paw into Raven’s throat, but she snapped at it, fighting back. He retaliated, jaws aiming for her neck. I didn’t think—I just acted. I couldn’t lose another person close to Anais. Not again.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

San Francisco glowed beneath the aircraft windows finally. Enough pretending distance was noble, he was going to get his fiancée back. Cassius walked through the terminal dressed in black slacks and a charcoal coat despite the mild weather. Heads turned as he passed. Women stared, men watched cautiously. His phone buzzed once, it was Jin Bunko. Cassius answered while walking toward the exit. “Alpha.” “What is it?” “Everything remains stable in Ravenwood.” Cassius hummed distractedly. Jin hesitated before speaking again. “Are you certain this pursuit is wise?”

Robyn and Eoin were two such examples, and both had been killed by Severin. Robyn was a celestial lord from the ancient imperial court, but he remained stuck at the level of a true immortal—albeit measured against the standards of times past. His combat strength was on the level of a quasi-royal celestial, but that did not make him a royal celestial. Eoin was the same, for he was stuck as quasi-royal celestial for many epochs without ever making a breakthrough. Their examples demonstrated that becoming a royal celestial was oftentimes a matter of luck.

-ZOYA- "Bogus! That girl is a liar and a spy. You must be one of our enemies that she's conspiring with." Castellan steps forward, jabbing his index finger at the stranger. His golden eyes droop with boredom. No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now.

Robin could not bear to watch this. “Sir, Madam, I’m Robin Turner of the Lotus Sect, and I apologize to you on her behalf.” He bowed to Dustin. “Miss Elisa is… a frail young woman. She can’t possibly go through all forty-eight slaps. Please be merciful and forgive her this once.” Dustin gave him an indifferent look. “You said you’re Robin Turner of the Lotus Sect?” he asked. “I am,” Robin said. “Who do you think you are? You have no place to talk here,” Dustin said coldly.

Robin stopped and said I should get into my disguise before the securities see me. I used my powers to change my facial features and make myself smaller. Anabelle didn't need any change since nobody knew her. We continued walking inside. We had only gotten about ten steps in when someone yelled Halt! We stopped and waited. "Who are you and why are you here?, the sentry said. Robin answered, "I am Robin, this is Anabelle and Mary. I am a member of this pack that went on a search for the cure to Alpha Khal sickness. I have brought a well-versed potion maker with me."

Ember We found Caelan near the crumbling remains of an old watchtower, sharpening one of his twin blades beneath the broken moon. He looked up as we approached, his expression hard to read beneath the war paint that never seemed to smudge. “You both look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, voice low and even. “Or worse.” “Worse,” Orion muttered, brushing past him to lean against the stones. “Family secrets. Blood curses. Trauma with a side of tomb rot.”