Sunday X Caelus Novels & Stories

And Kael's grip on his weapon loosened, a silent acknowledgment of her strength. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the Sacred Nexus, Elysia and her companions knew that this was only the beginning. The essence of power had been harnessed, a unity between warrior and elements forged. And with the premonition of a looming conflict still lingering, they braced themselves for the challenges that lay ahead, ready to face whatever destiny had in store for them.

"To your mother. On a staircase." "She's very good." "Yes." "She's been teaching me." Soren lifted the wooden sword from the table. "Do you want to see?" "I would," said Caelum, and I retreated from the doorway before either of them noticed me. What followed, over the next several days, was not a friendship exactly—Caelum was four centuries old and had been Malachar's most feared instrument and operated in register several octaves below the ordinary frequency of social connection. But it was something. An interest, on both sides, that expressed itself in questions asked and answered and the occasional demonstration.

He was perfectly symmetrical, perfectly poised, and utterly Empty. "Greetings, Moon-Apex," the stranger said. His voice wasn't a roar or a hiss. It was a Perfectly Synthesized Resonance, a frequency so clear it made my teeth ache. "My name is Caelum. I am the Secondary Protocol for Asset Recovery." I stepped forward, my fur bristling, the "Too Much" energy flaring in a protective arc around me. "The High Council is dead, Caelum. Valerius is ash. You have no contract here."

There is nothing else around me but the source. It's a long and winding whisp, a red breeze. It wraps around my finger, gently, crawling up my arm, breathing into my heart, filling up my head. It tightens on my ring finger, and I reach out to grab it. It pulls me, hard, and I cry out, shocked that the pain is real and not imagined. Bright colors rush back to me and I grab onto the first thing I see, and it is Imperator Seth. I know it is him before I see him by the smell of his sweet cologne, and when my eyes flit up from the floor, to see his mouth pierce my skin.

Uriah’s pov ; As the warm rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, I opened my eyes to the sight of my beloved husband, Xavier, lying beside me. A gentle smile played on his lips as he leaned in to peck me on the cheek, causing a rosy blush to spread across my cheeks. "Good morning, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "Happy Sunday." I returned his affectionate gesture with a loving gaze. Sundays held a special place in my heart, as they were devoted to worship and spiritual nourishment. The values of faith and devotion had been instilled in me by my late father, and I cherished the opportunity to share them with Xavier.

I said, “do we have enough to strike the Star Raiders head-on?” Kael didn’t answer right away. He looked out the narrow window slit beside us, watching the White Snow men sparring just outside. “Enough to start,” he said at last. “But not enough for a guaranteed win.” I turned to him, eyes narrowing. “You doubt the strength of what we’ve built?” “No,” Kael said evenly. “I doubt the certainty of war.” That earned him a thin smile from me. “Then we prepare for more than war. We prepare for total domination, we don't know what Ryan might have up his sleeves.”

"We don't cage her. We guide her." Xavier finally stopped pacing. "Then tomorrow... she hears the truth." The Black Sun's Final Pulse They thought it was over when the eclipse began to pass. The sun peeked out once more—weak, pale, but visible. Until it pulsed. Ceres looked up. "That's not light." "No," Maera whispered. "That's fire. Someone's casting a beacon." Over the ruins of the Flame Temple, a dark-red flare shot into the sky. The clouds twisted. Flame symbols etched into the sky.

For a moment, the only sound was the crackling fire consuming the forests around them. “We don’t have time for this,” Caelum finally said. “Solis has shown himself. That means war is coming—not just between light and shadow, but sun and moon.” --- Scene Five: Solis’s Manifestation Above them, the rift in the sky widened. From within, a golden hand reached through—a clawed, fiery appendage larger than a mountain. The air shimmered, distorting with heat waves. Wolves fell to their bellies in terror. “The Sun God! He’s coming!” one cried.

Of course, it's Celeste again. itsclarixass

Xena suggests, and bless her soul because that's the most logical explanation I've come to about this whole revenge ex girlfriend matter. I don't like him being around his ex but Caelum said he can't love again, he will never love me and I'm guessing he won't love her either, she's not going to steal my husband, she's incapable of this and I trust my husband. I hastily open my phone, as if forgetting what she looks like and I look her up on I*******m, I followed her through a fake page since she's private on I*******m. I scroll her profile, there's a few new pictures on it, pictures of some kids, and on the next one it's her and Emelia at some park, sitting on a swing with their legs crossed