Sunday X Caelus Novels & Stories

As one of the three Aureate Immortals in Frosthaven Sect, Caelum had his own forces and considerable influence. After Louis died, he rallied the ones loyal to him. In just two days, he swiftly took control of Frosthaven Sect and enhanced his strength with the sect’s treasure repository. Finally, after recovering most of his injuries, he went to the secret room. “Ms. Crestfall, how is Andrius?” Luna came out of the room. At that moment, she looked exhausted. Her once smooth and glowing skin now looked rough, stunning Caelum. Was this a side effect of being a furnace?

Then its words came like stone ground against stone. “I am Caelus. Once flesh. Once heir. Once betrayed. And bound to the line of Ashcroft by oath and by blood.” The room chilled. Selene let out a choked sob. ⸻ The Origin. Caelus lifted a hand, its edges flickering with runes that flared and died as though his very existence was rebellion against oblivion.

One of them said and I smiled. "Alright then, let's go in." I urged but as I walked in, they still stood where they were and I raised an eye brow. "As much as we would love to sit down, we can't. Alpha Xander had called in reinforcements so we don't know what he's crawling at. We only learnt that the first time of Alpha Xander going to battle, he didn't recover the constellation plate artifact." They informed and I stared at them like they had both lost their minds.

I couldn't care less about the noise as my destiny awaited me. I turned my head once more to look at Otis, I could sense her fear from where I stood but they were mixed with some other emotions I couldn't understand. She wasn't worried about herself, she was worried about me! This provided me with enough motivation to carry on with my battle. “Who are you?” the cracking voice of the seer sounded across the field. “I, Roshan… I am the first and only son of Alpha Lucius and the rightful successor to the Bluemoon throne!”

Every time a soldier reformed, Kael and I hit the same rhythm — sword, flame, strike, breath — until the air hummed with the pattern of us. Then the ground burned. Not from fire. From presence. Light gathered on the horizon, trembling — not stable, not real — like a god’s echo clawing its way back through its own death. Solen. Or what was left of him. He stepped out of the light — translucent, cracked with fractures of gold, his form flickering between glory and ruin. “You cannot kill the Sun,” he said, voice hollow. “You can only delay dawn.” I smiled. “Guess I’m hitting snooze, then.”

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

As if summoned by her words, the torches along the sanctuary walls extinguished at once. Darkness engulfed the room. A slow clap echoed through the shadows. “Very perceptive, Luna.” The voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It crawled across the skin, cold and intimate, like something whispered directly into the mind. Aria turned. From the darkness stepped Elder Caelum. Or what was left of him. His eyes were hollow, glowing faintly with unnatural silver. Black veins traced his temples. The Prophet’s sigil burned openly on his palm.

Froth formed at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back. “You… will… pay…” he spat, his words trailing into incoherence. My gaze never wavered. “Your reign of misfit ends here.” As Xandros’ struggles weakened, I turned to leave, but not before catching his faint slurred whisper. “Curse… you…” Xandros' body went still, his chest ceasing its labored rise and fall. On seeing this, Luna Lysandra's legs froze in place, her eyes, once cold and calculating, now blazed with maternal fury, her face contorted in a snarl of sorrow as her tears fell like acid rain.

They sat on the deck, watching the sun go down over the Pacific. "Cale?" "Yes?" "Are we happy?" Cale looked at the sunset. He looked at the wine. He looked at Elion. He checked his internal sensors. Heart rate: Steady. Pain: Minimal. Temperature: Warm. Proximity to Target: Zero. "Yes," Cale said. "We are happy." "Good." "Elion?" "Yeah?" "Tomorrow is Tuesday." Elion froze. "Tuesday." "The ghost day," Cale said. "Are you scared?"