Bloodstained Celeste Room Novels & Stories

“So…Duncan lashed out on a wolf. And he decided to spread that anger to the rest of the guest,” “I wasn't here to see it all to the end. But….that's what I believe,” “That's…not what happened,” Ezra muttered. “And I never saw Ezra in here,” “Then…what happened?” Celeste cut in from nowhere. She catwalked down the hall, holding a cigarette in her left hand. “The girl is right” she coughed, and blood splurted from her mouth. “I barely made it out, thanks to Isolde and Penelope,”

Your magic core is fine,’ she said. Thank God. Celeste! She was close to Venus’ room. “Mother, please sit here for a while. I will be right back,” I said and mother nodded. I lifted my gown and sprinted towards Venus’ room. On the way, I came across aunt Lozbi’s room and stopped. The door had fallen. I clenched my fists and entered the room. I looked around. The ceiling was gone, and the walls were weakly standing. The cupboard was inclined against the table. I gingerly walked round the table.

Celeste freezes, her expression slipping into something perfectly innocent as she turns toward her. Vincent's mother's eyes flick between us, landing briefly on the blood seeping from my arm. For a second, I think she might say something. But then she sighs. "Come, dear. You don't need to waste your time here. Your hands are stained with her filthy blood. You need to clean that." Celeste throws me one last smug look before turning and walking away. I stand there, breathing hard, blood dripping down my fingers. My vision blurs, and I

Her gaze swept over the antique furnishings— ornate chairs, a big and elegant vanity, and a glass table with a single vase of fresh roses. The elegance was almost too perfect to be real. Where was she? Celest sat up, her breath shallow as her mind struggled to piece together how she got here. The last thing she remembered was… chaos. The explosion, endless gunfire, and Jaxon's bleeding shoulder. Then... darkness, again. Her blurred recollection was disrupted by the sharp sound of footsteps echoing outside the door. The heavy oak door opened with a faint creak. A towering figure stepped inside—and nearly made her heart stopped from its beating.

“It replaced it.” The words settled heavily over the room. Silas stared down at the book for another long second before finally speaking again. “Keep reading.” ** At the same time, several floors above them, the castle halls had gone almost completely silent. The medic had stepped out only briefly. Long enough to gather fresh herbs from the room down the hall. Long enough for the room to be empty. Celeste’s eyes opened slowly. The room was darker now than before, the fading evening light spilling faintly through the windows in pale silver-blue streaks across the floor.

"They're not in danger...we'd better go, you're disturbing their privacy." "B-But it's blood..." The knob twisted and both Xavier and Celia watched it with wide eyes. "Don't open that door Celeste, don't open that f*cking do—!" The door was shoved open and Celeste rushed inside, her eyes first landing on the dead body on the bed and then on them. "I...I...blood and...oh!" "Why are you always so dense? I told you not to open the door." "But I—" Zillon grabbed her, hauling her back out the door. "We're sorry, Celeste has no sense sometimes."

Tiny waves slammed against the sides of the glass hard enough for water to spill over my fingers. Kai stopped talking mid-sentence. The water inside the glass was moving on its own. But I couldn't move my hand away from the glass. This time, my entire body was screaming that something was wrong. The water kept moving as my eyes ran across the area but I couldn't find that shadow again. And then suddenly...everything went silent. "Celeste?" I finally looked at Kai, and he looked like he had seen a ghost. I quickly let go of the glass.

Celeste's Pov I watched the light for twenty minutes before I made a decision, not the corridor this time. Not standing at a gap in a door listening to half a conversation. I wanted to see clearly and I wanted to do it without being caught which meant I needed a reason to be moving through the house at ten thirty at night that wasn't suspicious. I went to the kitchen. If anyone stopped me I was getting water. Simple. Nobody stopped me.

"I told her to step out." "Why?" He loosened his tie and headed for the liquor cabinet. "She was just helping out." I said, keeping my voice steady, "Matthew, do you remember what this secret room means to us?" He stopped for a second, then poured himself some whiskey like it was no big deal. "Sure, I remember. But this is work, Elena. Don't blow it out of proportion. Matthew continued after taking a sip, "She's good with wine. And she's my assistant. It's normal for her to take care of this stuff."

They'd been through something no child should ever have to experience, and I felt the familiar surge of rage at the people who'd put them in danger. But Celeste wasn't in the bed with them. I looked around the room and saw her through the open balcony doors, as she was staring at the night sky. She was sitting in one of the outdoor chairs, holding a glass of wine and staring out at the city lights below. She seemed lost in thoughts, as she had not yet noticed my presence in the room. Taking off my suit jacket gently and pulling off my shoes and belts, I made my way to the vanity and dropped all those items there so my hands could be free.