Blue Heart Celeste Novels & Stories

“Derick hurry up. We needed to leave like an hour ago. You know how I feel about being late. You know how much we have to do what is taking you so long?” I asked. My name is Levin Ford and the crazy Bata I’m talking to is my brother Derick Ford. We are both tall over 6’2” with blackish brown hair and the only difference between us is… I have blue eyes and my brother has green. I’ve been looking for my mate since I turned 18 about 3 years ago. My brother too. I thought I had found her about a year and a half ago. We was at the Blue Moon Pack. I was walking around trying to get some air when I had heard some people fighting with each other around the corner. Thats when it hit me. The smell of

The faint blue glow from my eyes brightened the room a little bit, but just enough for me to see the fear on her face, as she almost tripped on a chair behind her while getting away from me. I stood still, completely still just staring at her. Funny I could see very clearly despite my eyes being freaky. "Oh my God!!" My scared friend screamed again, and covered her mouth with shaky hands. "Ella.. you..your eyes are blue!" "How on Earth are your eyes blue Rosella? Your fvcking eyes are glowing... HOW??" Ray screamed again I really needed to get her to lower her voice a little. "I.....I don't know Ray ok? I woke up like this. I don't know how, don't know what's happening to me Ray"

But stood silently with a forced smile as she ought to. Tearing her eyes from the stranger that seemed to serve no purpose other than to remind her of all she couldn’t have, she extended a hand to the next approaching suitor. “This is my daughter, Blue.” She needn’t the abrasion of her mother’s harsh American accent to stiffen her posture. As the sequins of her amber camisole gouged at the inside of her elbow and the taut waistband of her jeans forced her to suck in her stomach, Blue could imagine she looked like as much of a plastic doll as she felt.

The morning classes went quickly, and as Sapphira and El headed out onto the Common for lunch, the twins, Cressa and Lucas, caught up with them. The twins stood out in the south, with their bright blonde hair, pale gold skin and deep green eyes. They were built for the runway, Cressa exuding quiet elegance while Lucas was straight out of an underwear advert. Both of them were extremely tall. The twins wished her a happy birthday and handed over a small gift. It was a beautiful moleskin diary with an engraved fountain pen, perfect for practising her writing in. El had given her a golden bangle encrusted with tiny gems, a traditional item of jewellery worn by women in the south. She put it on,

“Please, ladies, take a seat. Champagne?” “Definitely,” Julian says with a pleased smile. Celeste claps elegantly, and two assistants appear carrying silver trays of champagne flutes and a rolling rack already loaded with gorgeous dresses. I take a sip of champagne and try not to gawk as Celeste starts pulling pieces. “This one,” she says, holding up a stunning light blue dress, “is from the new couture line. Only four made in the world.” Sydney gasps. “Heaven, that’s totally your color.”

Celeste Valentina Morau and Remy Tsatoke waited in the corridor—dressed for the dance. Celeste wore a floor-length black gown with crimson velvet accents—silver fang embroidery along the neckline, twin platinum tails high and playful, Lakeside Rams hoodie swapped for elegance. She looked sixteen but radiated Daywalker power—sunlight and lightning in human form. Remy stood beside her—black suit with crimson tie, silver beads in his braided hair, fang wristband matching the group’s. Coyote grin lazy, eyes gold-ringed storm-gray. Celeste smiled—small, knowing.

Hakeem says as he waves them into the room. In step two witches, the reek of incense permeating the air around them and I have to try hard not to wrinkle my nose. I can tell immediately who Citra’s sister is and she did describe her well. Celeste is wearing a soft pink dress and blazer combo with white heels and a matching pearl, earring, necklace set. Her honey blonde hair is pulled back into a chignon at the nape of her neck and her make-up is expertly applied, though slathered on her face. It hides her naturally sun kissed complexion under a spackle of paler foundation. Her wider nose and almond shaped, pale blue eyes should give her a welcoming expression, but her full lips are turn

“Perfect timing.” Adrian turned, smiling easily. “Hey. What’s going on?” Celeste looked flawless. Cream silk blouse. Soft waves framing her face. Effortless in the way only someone who worked very hard at it could be. “I wanted to run something by you,” Celeste continued. “A branding opportunity. Minimal commitment. Big visibility.” “Send it over,” Adrian said without hesitation. “I’ll take a look.” Celeste’s eyes lit up. “You’re the best.”

“You don’t scare me. Or maybe I should. You locked Faye’s wolf. My granddaughter can’t shift because of you.” Shame and guilt for my deeds crushed me. That’s what Celeste wanted, but there had to be a more sinister reason for her being here. “What do you want?” I swallowed hard. She opened her golden clutch bag and pulled out a little black pouch. “Get back!” Blanca’s voice filled my mind. I shuffled backwards instinctively, but only hit the dressing table and knocked over my make-up. “That’s deadly,” Blanca said. “I went through a great deal of trouble to get this, Alexandra. I’m not leaving until it does what it’s meant to do.”

He was hers. She pressed her lips to his forehead and held them there. Rue sat on the edge of the bed. She waited until Celeste looked up. "The bleeding isn't stopping the way we need it to," Rue said. "Your organs took a lot of strain. We're doing everything we can." She held Celeste's gaze. "But I need you to understand — it's not looking good." Celeste looked at her son. His eyes were screwed shut, the way newborns held themselves against the shock of the world. They would open eventually. Blue at first, she knew that much — all of them were, in the beginning. She didn't know what color they would become.