Novels by CelestiaDawn

Time is not on the side of pure losers. Less than seventy-two hours since the one-eyed Emperor escaped from Africa, the sky above The Jade Syndicate's headquarters in pure Kyoto turned blood red.Not because of weather, but because of hundreds of uranium-coated stealth missiles dropped from the orbit of a pure Vanguard command satellite!BOOOOM!The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!The emperor, who was half blind, tried to crawl away from the rubble of his throne which was destroyed by pure fire. Beside him, two slaves who had been hiding in his shadow seemed to tremble begging for pure forgiveness - they were Julian Blackwood who was ly crippled and Seraphina Thorne who had now lost

After the dust of battle had settled and the savanna sky was once again decorated with a sprinkling of stars unimpeded by pollution, the Obsidian Fang headquarters turned into a grand celebration camp. The smell of grilled antelope meat and wine barrels dropped from the Vanguard cargo helicopter filled the pure night air. Kord, the one-eyed giant, knelt on one knee before the Alexander Sterling. Not as subordinates, but as brothers in arms who recognize the pure absolute laws of nature: Beta submits to the Alpha King.“That emperor has disgraced his own dragon sect,” growled Kord, toasting with a cup made from a skull plated in pure silver. "The warhead is extraordinary, Queen Vanguard. From this moment on, every machete and claw of the Obsidian Fang will be placed under the soles of your shoes."Chloe, who swapped her safari dress for a light silk robe for the pure African heat, raised her wine glass gracefully. "The world of business isn't just about killing s, Kord. It's abou

The hot sun of the African savanna seemed to evaporate, sucked in by the pure gravitational pressure of The Alpha King and the capitalist bid of the Queen Vanguard. Kord, the giant leader of The Obsidian Fang, stared alternately between the wooden chests containing the Emperor's pure ancient gold and the four giant air cargoes bearing the Vanguard's silver wolf symbol that were stuck on the ground. The cargo not only contains uranium, but stealth land missile warheads capable of leveling entire continents. To a barbarian sect that for hundreds of years fought with fang and claw, this was the gift of a war god!"You cannot trust the tongue of this European devil, Kord!" shouted the Emperor, his porcelain mask shaking with pure absolute fury. "They will make your wolves into corporate lapdogs! This gold is pure and unconditional!"Chloe laughed elegantly, folding her arms. "I have only one condition, pure Lord Kord. Hand over the head of this porcelain masked man to me, and all

The crushing destruction of The Jade Syndicate's elite forces in San Francisco proves one pure thing: military muscle and cyber sabotage will never be enough to subdue The Alpha King and Queen Vanguard. The cowardly emperor realized he needed more than just a hacker; it needs ancient monsters.That morning, at the Sterling Corp command desk, Chloe Vanguard stared at the global holographic map that was emitting red signals from an uncharted region on the African continent - a zone nicknamed The Dark Continent by s of the wolf sect."The tracking signal of the Mortal Emperor's jade smoke bomb detected last shifted towards the south of the pure Congo," reported the Vanguard intelligence assistant who was trembling . "Lady, this is a bloody neutral zone. This is where the ancient Wolf Hybrid syndicate, The Obsidian Fang, is based. They are not subject to any council.""The emperor is looking for pure mercenaries," muttered Alexander Sterling, crossing his arms which were still clad in a

Alexander Sterling's Feral roar didn't just shake the asphalt, but exploded the air to create a shock wave that knocked the front row of The Jade Syndicate's mutant ninjas away.In just one pure blink of an eye, the Alpha King had dashed. His human form vanished, replaced by a giant, steel-muscled silhouette that moved faster than the flash of a silver bullet. CRAAAK!One swing of Alexander's claws split three of the elite Asian assassin's bodies at once! Fresh blood spurted like red rain under the pale moonlight. The silver katanas that the eastern sect was proud of broke into pieces as soon as they touched the skin of Alexander's giant wolf, like dry twigs hitting a block of pure titanium!"Cut his leg tendons!" shouted one of the mutant commanders, trying to use their hundreds to gang up on the King.But Alexander Sterling laughed pure savage laughter. Instead, he leaped into the densest crowd, spinning his giant body in a rotational storm of carnage! Broken necks, crushed ri

News of the disbandment of The Pearl Horizon auction by a pair of Western mafia husband and wife spread like a pure hurricane across the sea of sand that night. The Jade Syndicate's centuries-long boast was torn apart in just sixty minutes by a sheet of pure bank acquisition notification.At the Syndicate's secret headquarters in Kyoto, tensions freeze. An ancient ceramic teapot shattered into pieces in the hands of a bald elder who had just escaped from Hong Kong.However, the Emperor the man with the porcelain mask remained sitting without moving. The cup of tea didn't even spill a single drop. It was pure.“They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades."The Empero

"You know, Miss Luna has made significant contributions to the rural communities of Borneo by establishing numerous educational institutions," is a statement that captures the essence of local discussions. Luna's charitable efforts, known throughout the region, have had a significant impact on this large Asian island.In her own words during an interview, Luna expressed her desire to give back to the community that has supported her, saying, "My life has been greatly enriched by the people here, and I feel compelled to return their kindness. Luna's motivations go beyond this singular sentiment, however.Known for orchestrating various charitable activities, Luna has a reputation for building not only schools but also hospitals and actively participating in various humanitarian endeavors.A recent event illustrates her prominence: a throng of journalists gathered around her, each eager to ask their pressing questions. In the midst of the crowd, one reporter took the opportunity to ask

The long awaited day has finally arrived. Today is the wedding of the son of the richest man, a prominent business tycoon. The atmosphere is one of joy and celebration, enhanced by a clear, sunny sky that seems to bless the couple's union.As they stand before their loved ones, Rafe looks lovingly into Luna's eyes and vows, "I accept your love and promise to love you for the rest of my life. Their love, pure and strong, resonates with everyone in the room.The crowd erupts in cheers as they witness this sacred bond being formed. But amidst the jubilant atmosphere, a lone figure stands in a corner of the party room, tears streaming down his face.Recognizing him, Luna calls out, "Faghri," but quickly corrects herself with a respectful tone, "Ah, I mean Mr. President. Her smile is bright and inviting.Faghri, overwhelmed with emotion, returns Luna's smile sincerely, his tears a testament to the depth of his feelings on this momentous occasion.It was obvious that Faghri still harbored s

We visited my grandmother's grave and found the place unkempt. As Rafe had mentioned, her grave had remained intact, contradicting my belief that it had been torn down due to the surrounding new construction."Luna, come on," Rafe urged, leading me to the cemetery.I grabbed some tools and started clearing the overgrown grass."Why hasn't this cemetery been torn down?" I asked, aware of the ruthless business tactics often employed these days, where even homes are not spared for the sake of profit."The company that owns the adjacent property is having financial difficulties," Rafe informed me.Then he added, "I plan to buy all that land," leaving me stunned."Thank you," I said, realizing that expressing gratitude had become a habit for me. I truly appreciated all that he had done.After tending to the grave, Rafe and I decided to dine at a nearby restaurant. Its simple charm was refreshing, a reminder of how much I missed such unpretentious places.Having spent the past month indulgi

I never thought it would end. The last few months have been really exhausting for me and I'm glad they're finally over."Luna, what are you going to wear?" Rafe asked as he approached me with a group of people behind him. They seemed to be famous fashion designers."What do you think would look good on me?" I replied, bringing out Rafe's playful side."Anything looks good on you, Luna," he flirted, earning nothing more than a playful flick of my tongue in return. Rafe laughed heartily, his demeanor so different from before.He seemed much more alive and approachable now, almost like a new person."Did you hear about Faghri? He's going to run for president," Rafe announced, taking me completely by surprise. Faghri, once notorious for his ruthless ways, had transformed himself into a respectable figure, and now he was eyeing the presidency."Rafe, you're serious, aren't you?" I asked, looking for confirmation in his expression. He nodded solemnly, confirming the surprising news."I'm se

That morning, the shocking news reverberated across all media platforms, sending waves of disbelief around the world. Television programs, newspapers, and online outlets all carried the same headline: "Assassination at the President's Office: President Etas fatally shot by trusted aide". The uniformity of the reports, which all followed the same chronology, was striking, with not a single source challenging the narrative of President Etas' untimely demise.In stark contrast to this grim news, a more personal story was unfolding in an old but grand home. Here, Rafe and Aline were seen in a tender embrace, their affection evident in front of Rafe's parents. The atmosphere was one of familial warmth and impending change."Rafe, have you decided who you are going to marry?" inquired Rafe's father, a hint of expectation in his voice. Rafe's answer was a nod, followed by a frank admission, "Legally, I am married to Luna. But in matters of the heart, not yet." His words revealed a complicate

The presidential palace was eerily quiet that day, a stark contrast to the tightly secured perimeter outside. Inside, however, the atmosphere in the President's private chamber was anything but calm.Aline's father, the President, was visibly seething with rage. His face was contorted with rage, the veins on his neck were pronounced, and his body tensed as if ready to spring into action. The anger inside him had reached a boiling point."Bastards! I'll kill them all," he roared, the words thick with raw emotion.The tragic death of his daughter Aline had devastated him. Ironically, he had denied her Secret Service protection out of respect for her wishes to engage in something illegal, a decision he now bitterly regretted."I swear, everyone involved will pay," he bellowed, his tone dripping with vehemence.In a fit of desperation, he threw a paper across his desk, his demeanor mirroring that of someone lost in a terrifying episode of unbridled madness.At that moment, there was a ten

Amia's POV:I sat cross-legged in front of the potion-making furnace, carefully measuring out various herbs and ingredients. The warm glow of the fire illuminated my workspace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I loved this part of the process—the weighing, the sniffing, the licking, and testing the quality of each herb. It was like creating a magical symphony, blending nature's gifts to craft something powerful and transformative."You know, you could hear a pin drop in here, and you still wouldn't flinch."I jumped at the sudden sound of Thorne's voice, his calm and steady tone a stark contrast to my startled reaction. He had a way of moving silently, like a shadow, and it both intrigued and annoyed me."How long have you been standing there?" I asked, a hint of irritation lacing my voice.Thorne stepped into my line of sight, his face expressionless, but his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Long enough to witness your mastery at work. It's quite a sight, I must say."I

Damien POV:The air crackled with anticipation as I, Damien, the future Alpha of our wolf pack, stood tall and proud before my fellow pack members. The weight of my impending leadership rested heavily on my shoulders, but my gaze was fixed and unwavering. Years had passed since we expelled Amia, a treacherous wolf who dared to defy our ways and embrace the dark arts of magic. Today, I intended to ensure that her name would forever be struck from our memories."Brothers and sisters of the pack," my voice thundered across the gathering, silencing the murmurs. "We gather here today to address a festering wound—a blight that refuses to heal. Amia, the disgraced wolf who turned her back on our pack, still lingers in the shadows, spreading her vile magic like a poison that threatens to corrupt our very existence." I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me."We will not rest, we

Amia POV:The weight of Thorne's promise settled on me as he carried me through the forest, his strong strides eating up the distance. I felt a mix of emotions—gratitude, certainly, but also a sense of unease. Being dependent on someone else for my safety was a foreign concept, and it chafed at my independent nature. Yet, there was an undeniable comfort in the solidness of Thorne's back beneath my hands."We should reach the outskirts of the city soon," Thorne said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had stretched between us. "Are you doing alright back there, Amia?"I shifted, sitting up straighter on his back. "I'm fine," I replied, my voice a little hoarse from disuse. "It's just... strange, being carried like this. I'm used to being the one taking care of others."Thorne chuckled, the sound rumbling through his broad shoulders. "Well, consider it a change of pace. You've been tending to everyone else's needs for too long. Let someone else play the hero for a while."I

Amia POV:The night had enveloped the forest in darkness, the moon casting an ethereal glow through the treetops. I, Amia, found myself bound to a sturdy oak tree, my wrists tied tightly with rough ropes that bit into my skin. Ioni and his four companions stood before me, their eyes glittering with malicious intent as they discussed the various ways they planned to violate my body. I argued, my voice shaking but defiant, even as fear clawed at my heart."How do you want to start, sweetheart?" Ioni asked, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he took a menacing step toward me. "Shall we begin with your sweet little ass, or do we go straight for the main course?"I glared at him, my eyes flashing with anger and defiance. "Go to hell, all of you!" I spat, my voice laced with venom. "You won't get what you want. I'll fight you with every fiber of my being!"Ioni laughed, his eyes roaming over my bound form with undisguised desire. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun, you can be sure of th

Amia POV:My mind wandered to Thorne, a man I had treated a month ago for a stubborn ailment. He had recovered, and I hadn't heard from him since. I missed his company; his presence had chased away the loneliness that often lingered in the quiet moments spent within these four walls.I chuckled softly to myself, a wry smile playing on my lips. "Amia, always the fool for longing," I muttered, shaking my head at my own folly. After being betrayed by my former love, I had sworn off men, vowing to dedicate my life solely to my craft. Yet here I was, yearning for companionship once more. I pushed aside the maudlin thoughts, determined to focus on the task at hand—preparing my potions and elixirs for the day.As I arranged bottles of various shapes and sizes on the shelves, carefully labeling each one, my keen intuition sent a warning signal. A voice, carried on the gentle breeze, caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. "Something bad is going to happen," I murmured, my eye

Damien POV:The moon cast a soft luminescence through the windows of my chamber as night enveloped the estate in its mysterious embrace. I found myself alone with Lily, the air thick with anticipation. She moved with deliberate sensuality, each step a tantalizing dance as she slowly shed her clothes, revealing her body to me with a sultry gaze. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curved in a seductive smile.Lily approached me, her hips swaying gently, her fingers trailing down her supple stomach. With a boldness that ignited a spark within me, she reached between her legs, teasing and inviting. Her breath quickened, and her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her desire.But something within me felt askew, like a discordant note in an otherwise harmonious melody. I should have been consumed by desire, my body responding to her every move. Yet, I felt strangely detached, my body unresponsive to her blatant advances.Lily noticed my lack of reaction and frowned, confusion

Fifteen years had passed since the incident that had forever changed Ethan's life. He had been a criminal, making illegal coal mines in Thailand that had led to the loss of lives and property. But now, he was a different man. He had served his time in prison and had come out a changed person. He had dedicated his life to working in the NGO sector, providing aid and support to those affected by war and conflict.Ethan was currently in a war-torn country, working as part of a team to provide aid and assistance to the victims of the conflict. He had been here for several months now, and had grown to love the people and the children who had been caught up in the violence. He spoke their language fluently, and had built a strong bond with the community.Despite the danger that surrounded them, Ethan was determined to make a difference. He knew that he could never undo the harm he had caused in the past, but he was determined to do whatever he could to help those in need.One day, Ethan was

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the pristine white sand of the private island. Luna stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She had never felt more beautiful in her life. The white lace wedding dress hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves and making her feel like a princess. The delicate beading on the bodice sparkled in the sunlight, and the long train flowed behind her like a cloud. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm and peace wash over her.As she applied the final touches of makeup, she couldn't help but think about her previous wedding. It had been a disaster, a day filled with pain and heartache. But she had made peace with her past, and today was a new beginning. She was determined to make the most of it and create happy memories with Eddie.Eddie arrived at the small cottage where Luna was getting ready, looking incredibly handsome in his black tuxedo. His hair was styled perfectly, and his eyes spark

Ethan sat in the corner of his small, dingy cell, hunched over a bowl of flavorless rice porridge. He had been in this Thai prison for what felt like an eternity, and the bland food was starting to take its toll on him. He had vomited several times already, unable to stomach the tasteless mush.Just as he was forcing himself to take another bite, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Ethan's heart raced as the prison warden appeared in front of his cell. The man's stern expression told Ethan all he needed to know. His execution date had been set.Ethan felt the bile rise in his throat as the warden informed him that he had three months left to live. He couldn't believe it. He had always known that he was wrong, that he was an asshole. But he had never truly faced the consequences of his actions until now.Desperate, Ethan tried to bribe the warden with the little money he had left. But the man just laughed in his face. "You think your money can buy you a way out of this?" he

Eddie was already dressed in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back and a determined look in his eyes as he paced back and forth in the hotel room. Luna had just woken up, her hair tousled and her eyes groggy. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up in bed, taking in Eddie's serious demeanor."What's going on?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.Eddie stopped pacing and turned to face her. "We need to prepare before we go to the auction," he said, his tone grave.Luna's eyes widened in understanding. "Right, the auction," she said, throwing off the covers and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.Eddie nodded. "I've made arrangements for us to go to a clothing store. It's one of the best in Paris and they have branches all over Europe. It's also my store," he added with a small smile.Luna raised an eyebrow. "Your store?" she asked, surprised.Eddie nodded. "One of many businesses I own. I figured it would be the perfect place to find you something to wear to the

Luna and Eddie sat on a bench near the police station, the cool evening breeze rustling the leaves around them. Eddie's eyes were fixed on the station, his mind racing with thoughts. Luna, on the other hand, was deep in thought, trying to piece together the mystery of why Lyra Thomson was working with the other, evil Lyra.Eddie turned to Luna, "Have you figured out what Lyra's plan is? What do you think she's going to do now?"Luna looked up, her eyes meeting Eddie's. "I think I have an idea. She took my necklace and ring, right? Maybe she's planning on selling them."Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "That's a smart deduction, Luna.""You are right about that. And not only that, that Lyra has other plans regarding the jewelry she stole.""Yeah, but that's the jewelry we gave her..." Luna said quietly with guilt but Eddie gave a small laugh."Never mind that, it was our last wish to solve your problem"Luna smiled weakly. "We have to save her, Eddie. We can't let her get mixed up in

Eddie's heart raced as he quickly assessed the situation. Fifteen men had surrounded him and Luna, their eyes filled with malice. He could see the fear in Luna's eyes, but he knew he couldn't let it show. He had to protect her.Despite Eddie having taken down several people earlier, the thugs remained undeterred and showed no signs of fear.He took a deep breath and focused, his training kicking in. He knew he couldn't take on all fifteen men at once, but he could handle a few at a time. He scanned the group, looking for the weakest link.Two men stepped forward, their fists clenched. Eddie knew they were the ones he had to take down first. He braced himself, ready for the attack.The first man lunged at him, but Eddie was quick on his feet. He sidestepped the attack and delivered a swift kick to the man's ribs, sending him sprawling to the ground.The second man came at him with a roar, but Eddie was ready. He used his judo training to flip the man over his shoulder, slamming him int