Bloodstained Celeste Room Novels & Stories

Celeste’s POV My head throbbed. A low, pulsing ache bloomed at the base of my skull, and my limbs felt like dead weight. The air smelled of mildew, piss, and something sharp and chemical—like gasoline or old cleaning fluid. I opened my eyes. The room was dim, the only light coming from a dusty overhead bulb that flickered erratically. Concrete walls. No windows. Rusted pipes running along the ceiling. A camera mounted in the corner, blinking red.

Celeste had been through hell because of me, her car had spun out on the icy road, the crash leaving her seriously bruised in the head. When I reached Room 312, I paused outside the door, my hand on the handle. The sight of her through the small window stopped me cold. Celeste lay in the bed, her head wrapped in white bandages, her hair spilling out against the pillow. I swallowed hard, trying to act strong as I pushed the door open and entered. A monitor beeped softly. I stepped closer and then her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes opened. They landed on me, and for a moment, she just stared, her brow furrowing like she was trying to piece together who I was.

Water slopped over the floor, wetting the wooden planks. Both the goblin and I turned to her. “What?” We asked. Celeste’s breath was tight as she struggled to point at the beast. “What the hell is that?” The goblin looked at me and back, and we both said, “Oh.” Then, as if nothing had happened I bent down to pick up a towel while the goblin adjusted his sleeves and kept on mopping the water. Celeste’s jaw dropped another notch. “Excuse me…hello? Can someone explain why there’s a green short ogre in the room?”

There was no response. Xavier slammed his shoulder into the door. One, two, three times. It gave way with a loud crash from the other side of the room, a shriek following suit along with the loud cry of baby Wesley. "Celeste!" Pushing his way through the door, Xavier saw broken glass on the floor with the occasional spot of blood. The room was a mess, the bed sideways slightly covering the closet door. A side table was on the floor along with everything from on top of it. "Celeste!" She was gone.

She’s now lying on the ground with a lot of blood in her mouth, crying in pain while there’s a huge wound on her chest, “Your Highness, I apologize for being a burden to our family. I apologize for being weak.” “No! Don’t talk, Alazne! We can do something about your wound, okay? Just please, hold on,” I shouted. My hands began to tremble and my gaze started to blur because of my tears pouring down to my cheeks. “I love you all, Your Highness Celeste. Please tell our parents that I love them too,” she muttered. But before I could reach for her hand, I came back to my senses where I was trying to catch my breath while my cheeks were so wet due to my tears.

Celeste. Her back is turned, her hair gleaming under the light in the room. She is sitting, a glass of wine in hand, her posture perfect, elegant, smart as always. Exactly the same as I remembered from the fractured visions I pulled from Blackfang’s memories—vain, dangerous, cunning. She hears the creak and slowly, she turns. Her glass slips to the floor and shatters and the wine stains the tiles like blood. Her eyes widen, her breath catches, and she stumbles back as if she’s seen a ghost. “Athena?”

empty. Where are you Celestine? Then, all of a sudden, a loud laugh echoed out from the small room that was located on the right side of the house. I did not waste any time as I dashed towards the door and kicked it open. There, I saw Celestine wearing only in her bra and panties; her eyes were closed, her mouth was smeared with blood, and she was not moving at all while a man was on top of her, and another man was holding her still with a cloth around her neck, choking her.

A blood-like liquid had dripped slowly from the cave ceiling, waving a strong rancid odor in Feng Yaoshan and Yang Zi's noses as well. “How can the ceiling of the cave bleed?” Feng Yaoshan spoke after his hand looked up at the drop of red liquid from the cave ceiling. The man then smelled the liquid and confirmed that it was really blood. “Does that mean…. The human in the cocoon is still alive, Big Brother?” Yang Zi stepped closer to where the human cocoons were lying on the ground.

While other parts smelt like antiseptic, this place smelt like vomit and iodine, a terrible mixture that threatened to churn my stomach. “The room is empty” it wasn't a question, but simply a fact A painful sigh slipped through Celeste’s lips, “she's here quite alright” She muttered Then led me to the corner of the single bed beside the wall, and there, crumpled on the floor was Lilith or rather an image of what I used to know as Lilith Whatever—whoever this was, looked nothing like the proud and haughty image of Lilith I knew, she huddled by the corner, if she noticed us, she didn't show it.

Her face brightened like sunlight breaking through. "You're awake. Benjamin's waiting for you to see him off." I lost it again. The tears would not stop flowing. His passing hit me like a storm. "His death is like a rain that turns into a hurricane every time I think of him," I said, trying to make sense of the emptiness. "What about Celeste and Vincent?" I asked. "Celeste jumped into the pit that day and broke a leg. Oddly, it's what let her recover Benjamin's arm. I had her locked in a room after that. She hasn't said a word since. She's waiting for you to wake up."