Bloodstained Celeste Room Novels & Stories

Smoke drifted out in lazy tendrils, and the sound of footsteps echoed from within. Julian finally looked at me. His gaze burned with something fierce, something desperate. “Aria, stay behind me.” But I wasn’t sure I trusted him anymore. And that was the cruelest truth of all. The smoke curled outward, swallowing the red light until it looked like the room itself was bleeding. My pulse hammered as the footsteps grew louder, closer, measured, deliberate, almost theatrical. Then she appeared. Celeste stepped through the haze like it was a curtain crafted only for her. Clad in sleek black, her movements were sharp, elegant, terrifying in their precision. Her smile, God, that smile, was too wide,

Hope and the twins were with Grace, who had volunteered to watch them while I said my goodbyes. I found Celeste in her chambers. She was sitting by the window, staring out at the courtyard below where people were gathering. She didn’t turn when I entered. “Celeste.” She didn’t respond. Just kept staring out that window. I crossed the room and sat in the chair beside her. Up close, I could see how much worse she looked. The aging had progressed even further since I had last been in Bloodmoon. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find a way to reverse it.”

Celestine said while staring at Alice's unconscious body before slowly taking a step back from her. She removed her hands from her mouth and saw blood in them. She tried to remove the blood by rubbing her thumb to her palm but no matter how hard she does that, the blood is still there. Celestine hastily run towards the resthouse and went straight to the bathroom. She was greeted by the maids but she doesn't have time to pay attention to them. She's panicking. She doesn't know what to do. She's afraid. The sound of the water falling to the sink becomes loud, she turned the faucet to the extent that when she extended her hand to let it get wet, the water pressure becomes harsh on her skin.

She was a mad dog. The dungeons' chilly air which was heavy with moisture and the smell of rusted iron stuck to my body. The room feels tighter and smaller because of the sharp shadows created by the flickering torches on the stone walls. This was just the perfect place for the discussion as I couldn't go to the Solitude Chambers. Celeste's fragile wrists were shackled to the chair in the middle of the room and the chains shook as she moved against them, her hair was disheveled and her eyes wide.

Damon's gaze darkened. He took a step back and kicked the front door down. Celeste's apartment was tiny. The door opened right up to her bedroom. The bathroom was to the left of the entrance. A strong smell of blood seeped out from the closed bathroom door. Damon's heart leaped for a moment. He then kicked the bathroom door open. What he saw shocked him so much that he nearly collapsed to his feet. Blood ran freely through the water in the shower stall, staining the floor red.

Luca and I exchanged glances and Nivera dashed out of the kitchen, looking as confused as I was. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “I don’t know, but let’s find out,” I said, then told Luca to keep on watching the cartoon while his mum and I went upstairs to see what was going on. The door to Ryle’s room was wide open and the smell of smoke grew even stronger. Words cannot explain the horrid sight I met once we both stepped in, which registered a kind of shock in my brain, and I knew instantly that I would never get over the painful look on Celeste’s face as she cried sorrowfully, staring at herself in the mirror; she was a strong woman, but for the first time, she seemed helpless.

While contemplating her possible role in the trafficking gig, the shirtless man drew my attention again. Because of the tattoo glaring at the rest of the room, it finally dawned that it was Elias. Damn… My gaze darted back to the machine to find out what exactly it was working on. I finally caught a full glimpse when Lyra bent to cap a huge keg of blood red liquid, and my knees almost buckled. Celeste, butchered and continuously tortured by the cutting machine, lay lifelessly on the stretcher, her eyes not different from those of the severed heads.

A porcelain lamp toppled and shattered with her. She hit the carpet hard, one hand flying to her temple. Blood appeared almost at once, bright against her skin. Then she screamed. “Lucien.” He came in running. I was still standing over her when he saw us. Celeste had blood in her hair and on her mouth. My torn sleeve was caught under her hand. For one wild second, I thought he might see the truth. Then he crossed the room and shoved me back so hard my hip struck the arm of the settee.

Something that made my blood run cold. The sound of shadows screaming. "What was that?" Celeste asked. I was already moving, racing through corridors toward our chambers. Toward the source of power that felt wild and uncontrolled and completely wrong. I burst through the bedroom doors to find chaos. Every mirror in the room had shattered. Black frost covered the walls in spiraling patterns. And in the center of it all, Lunara knelt on the floor, her hands pressed to her temples, shadows writhing around her like living things.

Hey dear readers! After reading do leave your reviews to encourage me. Also try my other books; Bad boy Stole My Innocence- ongoing Queen of Assassins - completed Thank you! Your Author KK ~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a big room, Celestine laid silently on a Queen size bed all wrapped up in red sheets and duvet. Her big eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings and slightly her eyelids moved upwards. Celestine blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room which was more like a room filled with blood suffocating other people.