Bloodstained Celeste Room Novels & Stories

"Right now I'm both." We approached the house slowly. The snow muffled our footsteps. The front door swung on its hinges, and inside, the air smelled like ozone and copper. Like the arena after Jace's eyes turned gold. Like the warehouse before it exploded. And there, in the center of the living room, was Celeste. She was on her knees, her hands bound behind her back, her gold eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Blood dripped from a cut on her forehead. But she was alive. And when she saw me, she smiled.

He looked at her directly, his eyes on hers, the pleasantness unchanged. "I'll be leaving with your blood this morning," he said. The room didn't change. The light was the same. The waterfall ran below the window the same as always. Kendra's hands stilled on the duvet and then started moving again, quiet and even. Celeste looked at the scalpel and felt the fear arrive all at once, chest to throat to fingertips, her face held carefully still above it. She thought about tomorrow night. About what it required. About the fact that she was still here, still breathing, still sitting in this room with her face composed and her hands steady. As long as that was true there was still a chance.

“I don’t want my soul. I want Enzo permanently, I want him to be mine forever. The mate bond between him and that bitch Nina I want it shattered to never be aggravated. I want him to crave me and only me. I want him to look at me the way he used to before she crawled into our lives.” Celeste stepped aside, gesturing me into the hut with a long, skeletal finger. The inside was worse than the outside. Shelves lined every wall, crammed with jars of floating eyes, pickled hearts, and shadowy things that moved on their own. A black cauldron bubbled in the center, emitting purple smoke that smelled like poison. Symbols carved into the floor are glowing. “Sit,” she commanded, pointing to a stool ma

The metallic yet sweet taste of the blood flowed from her forehead into her mouth, as it ran through her eyes. "Oh..." another piercing scream, with a forceful impact, she fainted, her body falling from the bed, and landing on the ground. Her soft, pale face was covered in blood. It looked horrifying. This was an incredibly large room, opulent in gold and brilliance. The ceiling is adorned with 18th-century European murals, breathtakingly beautiful, radiating an ornate and dignified ambiance. The most precious handmade carpets adorned the floor in vibrant colors.

Celeste looked at her father. He nodded weakly. "Go." She rushed to the bathroom and searched the wall until her fingers found the hidden panel. It opened. Behind it was a narrow service passage. Celeste helped her father into a wheelchair. "Can you move?" "I can manage." They entered the passage. Behind them, the woman remained in the hospital room. The door slammed shut. Seconds later, voices erupted in the corridor. "Search every room!" Celeste pushed her father's wheelchair faster. Her breathing became ragged.

Gently, I push the door open, listening for chatters, especially Cassian and Lysnadra’s. When the coast is seemingly clear, the chatters a mere whisper, I rush out of my room and down the stairs. Quentin’s room is on the first floor of the palace. After a few turns and hallways, I reach his room and barge in. Immediately regretting it when I see a naked Gisele between his legs, her head tears up from her ‘ministrations’. “Eira, goddess!” Quentin throws a cover over his thighs, and one over Gisele’s frame.

Jessica’s got her room at the second girls dormitory at the other end of campus thus, it'll take me at least five minutes to get there and that's if I walk real quick. “Thanks Miles," I say to the guy at the cafeteria, placing the dollar on the counter and grabbing my order. I'd stay to chat but I want nothing more than to give Jessica her coffee and hope she doesn't give me any other errands to run. I'm so focused on where I'm headed that I don't see the body in front of me until I crash into it and the coffee spills all over its expensive shoes. " The fuck!” The familiar voice growls in anger. “Did you add blindness to being Wolfless, Pyro?"

The blood had barely touched the gold chalice before Celeste’s body gave out. She lay on the floor now, her limbs jerking in sharp, rhythmic movements. It went on for what felt like hours, though the clock on the wall said it had only been two minutes. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of Celeste’s heels drumming against the wood and Mrs. Vane’s shallow, panicked breathing.

More exclusive. The carpet was thicker, the lighting was softer. The private suites resembled hotel accommodations more than hospital rooms. And Marilyn's confusion only deepened. What exactly was happening? The nurse eventually stopped outside a large door. Then she opened it. The moment Marilyn stepped inside, she nearly gasped. The room was beautiful. Large windows overlooked the city skyline. Fresh flowers filled the suite. The furniture looked expensive, and sitting comfortably in the center of it all was Elizabeth Oxford. The moment Elizabeth saw her daughter, her face lit up. Relief instantly washed through Marilyn.

CELESTE He reached inside and flipped a switch. Soft amber light filled the room. It was his bedroom. The space was large but intimate—dark wood, a fireplace, a bed that seemed to take up half the room. The sheets were black, the pillows piled high. The windows faced the garden, moonlight spilling through the glass. He led me to the bed and stopped beside it, turning to face me. "One more time," he said. "If you want to stop, tell me. I will stop. Do you understand?"