Bloodstained Celeste Room Novels & Stories

As we moved closer, we saw he was dead. I gasped in shock and stepped back in fear, there was a knife embedded in his chest and several stab marks. “Who the hell is this?” Kira asked, pulling me away from the seeping blood. “I think that’s her husband… oh my God what the hell is going on?” Then we saw Celeste pace around a room upstairs from the corner. Her daughter was sitting quietly in the corner of the room, as though she had been trained not to scream, while her mother shoved money into a duffel bag.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

"What about Mistress Celestina? She would scold me-" "Don't worry about that. I'll talk to her later," Demitri promised and led me to another secret passageway again. "Where are we going?" "On my private place. Just wait and see." After entering another door for the nth time, I can already see the blue sky outside. And there was a very nice smell everywhere. Freesias? "We are at what part of the palace?" I asked, my eyes fixed at the flowers beside the stone pathway.

I don’t know if I was tired or feeling ill, but I noticed his eyes light up like bright soft blue stars and a pale white flute appeared in his hand. What’s happening? He held it to his lips and softly started playing, the notes came pouring into me like water. It felt cool and pure… I let go of the breath I was holding in and allowed my body to drift, I wasn’t even sure I was still inside the theater but I was floating away… probably to somewhere safe. “Celesta,” a voice called gently. I couldn’t make out who it was. “Let go my darling Muse,” he purred. Let go of what?

**Celeste’s POV** Celeste’s eyes were wide with surprise as she walked into the chambers—not just any room, but her own new and private room! It was freshly cleaned, and the window was left open to let in the night’s fresh air through the pale window drapes. The room was adorned in rose colors, from the four-poster queen bed to the large floor-to-ceiling antiques and mirrors, fit for a king’s companion. “I-I…” She was speechless as Cassian leaned against the wall with a smirk while she ran her hand over the rose-colored bedding sheets.

I go up the stairs and as I head towards the bedroom, I try to clean the blood from my eyebrows, mouth and temple. I've already had my first death on my hands, I know that any red vision leaves us in a trance... I hope that at least Celeste doesn't have this in common. I open the bedroom door and hear the sound of the shower, smoke coming from the door makes me imagine it has been there for a long time. I enter and walk to the internal bathroom, revealing the place and seeing Celeste with her back to the door, inside the shower, while water falls head-first to her feet.

I stormed towαrd the door‚ my heαd spinning‚ my chest burning‚ but the moment I stepped into the hαllwαy‚ α loud crαshing sound exploded behind me‚ like glαss shαttering αgαinst stone. “Alphα!” one of the guαrds shouted. My heαrt dropped. I spun αround αnd rushed bαck into the room. Celeste wαs no longer on the bed. She wαs under the window‚ curled up on the floor‚ the sheet hαlf torn αnd slipping off her shoulders‚ her hαir wild‚ her body shαking αs she pressed α long‚ jαgged shαrd of glαss to her neck with both hαnds. Blood wαs αlreαdy dripping from her fingers where the glαss bit into her skin.

The room looked like a slaughterhouse, and I wondered how we were going to make our way through all of it without getting caught up in the mix of it all. Normally I would run into the mix of it but being pregnant, I was trying to avoid anything that could cause harm to the pup. Celeste squeezed my hand as she looked at the carnage in front of us and I knew she had never been in battle before as I looked at her wide eyes and knew she was scared by what she was seeing. “Is there another way out of here?” I asked her and she looked around the room like she was looking for another way out. “Can you portal us like you did the last time?” I asked her, hoping this was an option.