Sparkle X Caelus Novels & Stories

Anselm pointed out. “What you have told me makes sense. Anselm, you and Cahal are welcome to stay here as long as needed. I do not think it is wise for you, Anselm, to visit either angel realm. Your grandfathers and uncle are still trying to weed out any traitors who might be working with your cousin Rhashad and Bryce. Cahal, I would like to keep you a secret as long as possible. I am not sure what they would do if they found out about you. While you do look like Bryce, it is clear that you and he are not identical. They might immediately think that the two of you are twins, but they would know that you are siblings. They still think that Bryce and Savannah are siblings and for now I want to

“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.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

I step back looking over my rainbow of light before casting the final spell. “Diffringere.” The rectangle breaks into small balls of light. There is a loud gasp and many ‘ohhhhhs’ behind me as I turn around. “Okay everyone, there should be plenty to go around. Everyone gets one. Pick your color.” Xander yanks me out of the way just as the sprites rush forward to grab their favorite color. “Geez, you can’t just stand in front of them and say things like that, it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull!” he says, holding me against him as we watch the excitement of the sprites choosing their lights.

Alice asked again. “Maybe I can help?” She asked and I studied her for a second. Maybe. I mean, she told me about the whole Kieran being a witch and charming Xander's mind thing. “I wanted to propose to Xander tonight.” I let out after a few minutes of silence. “I wanted to propose that he makes me his Luna, the Luna of this pack. But now, that slimy girl just had to show up and ruin it.” “Who said she has?” Alice drawled. Unlike her usual tone, there was something else underneath it. I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued.

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

Xara let out a long breath, "I don't think any of us will recover from this. Losing Verra will forever leave a hole in all of our hearts, it's even changed my smiling little Tulip." "I've grown up aunty Xara, I have to be for the Falling Stardust what my sister once was. I have to be a light for others, a beacon of hope, and a backbone that everyone can rely on." Xara walked over and rested her hand on her little cheek, "I know my sweet. You surely have been a backbone to this enchantment department. We are all proud of you and we all rely on you immensely. What of Eloise?" "She's, well, I really can't say. She's training day and night. Already at the peak of the Platinum Realm. Between her

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

Caelum froze. Beneath his palm, beneath the smooth, soft silk of her gown and the familiar warmth of her solar core, he felt it—a tiny, unmistakable spark of pure, pulsating life. It was a delicate, brilliant fusion of white-gold fire, velvet shadow, and sparkling starlight, beating in a soft, steady rhythm against his hand. Caelum’s breath hitched in his chest. His massive frame trembled slightly as the realization struck him like a thunderbolt. His silver-gold eyes widened, staring into hers in complete, breathless awe.

Which was, he told himself, what Hayzel saw as she searched in vain to catch a glimpse of the fairies themselves. Kaleb glanced at Sparkle again. She was smiling, a soft, knowing curve of her mouth that gleamed in her eyes, as well. Again, there was something else in her gaze, too… beyond warmth, even beyond heat, and Kaleb wondered about it while Hayzel spun long, intricate stories about the fairies who lived in the tiny houses in the woods. * * * “Thank you so much, Kaleb. But you really didn’t have to do this,” Sparkle said for the tenth time in a half-hour. “I am sure it wasn’t in your plans for today…”