Celeste Academy Novels & Stories

He ignores him and continues eating. Ace thanks Mr Garret and starts walking to the school. The school that doesn't even accept his existence. The school that destroys him more than you can imagine. The school that drains the life out of him as much as the house that is supposed to hug him like home. His school day goes by normally, with no black eyes or broken ribs. He walks to the cold, damp and dry house. The screams of his beloved siblings are heard, the laughter and the giggles that pain his heart.

Surprisingly, this time he allowed me 'Zeke, do something. She could take my place. I don't want that.' 'Be quiet.' That was all he said. I closed my mouth and pretended to enjoy the food. After we finished, the omegas came to clear the plates. Damien said again, "Celeste has to work at the Rivermoon Pack. There are so many hybrid pups over there that need someone to train them, and Celeste was given the chance." I raised an eyebrow. The Rivermoon Pack is a pack that isn't very big or strong. But they have a lot of hybrids. The pack was located a little close to our territory.

All life disappeared from the room in just a plunge while he stood there in the middle of the bloodbath. "To think that this mere lowlife gets to have the first glimpse of the one I've been craving for all this time." He laughs out bitterly, rubbing the magic orb without delay. The scenery in the orb then shifted on the current scene in the Luna's chambers as she stood there with a troubled look in her face. "There she is." Biting his lower lip while trying to conceal his emotions beginning to burst, King Caius's eyes darken at the mere sight of her. "Scarlett." ******

"I've waited three years to hear you say that." Celeste smiled faintly. "I was afraid." "I know." "But you're not anymore." "No." Sandra's voice softened. "Where are you going?" "To start over." "And Adrian?" Celeste looked out the window. The Blackwood Tower was still visible in the distance, standing proudly above every surrounding building. "He'll survive." "What about you?" Celeste rested her hand lightly over the folder on her lap. Inside were her academic certificates. The dreams she had buried for three years.

Celeste shook her head. “Not exactly.” “What does that mean?” “She wants to control the guardian.” “Who?” “The Architect.” My heart stopped. “The Architect is the guardian?” “No.” Celeste looked at me. “The Architect wants to become one.” Silence. “And my aunt?” “She believes she’ll receive immortality in return.” I shook my head. “Everyone is chasing power.” Celeste lowered her eyes. “And Chloe?” My heart tightened. “What happened to her?” Celeste looked toward the window.

Anton’s voice brought me back to reality, sounds of scraping chairs among the floor following, and I blinked a few times only to realize I had zoned out the last ten minutes of the meeting. Looking over to my breathtaking mate, I saw her close her journal that was full of meeting notes and before standing up, she said goodbye to a few of our friends; I couldn’t help the small smile that graced my lips just by her pure beauty of both her looks and her intelligence. Celeste was on her way to becoming a war field doctor and she still has yet to let anyone know… “Alright,” Celeste smiled up towards me as I stood, capping her pen. “I’m off to meet with Emily, Ostana, and gather a few ladies in wa

“That’s not subtle.” “No,” Cassandra said, clearly embarrassed. Celeste studied her for another moment, then made a decision. “Good,” she said. “Then you’re in the right place.” That made Cassandra look up in surprise. Celeste glanced briefly toward the academy buildings behind them. “Storm Academy is where you learn what your magic actually wants to become.” Seras stepped closer to Celeste, voice lower now. “You’re bringing her in tonight?” “Yes.” Lucian looked toward the girl as another faint ribbon of frost crept along the edge of the metal railing beside her boot. He noticed it too.

"Luna Seraphina. Something you need this early?" Seraphina took a sip of her tea. There was a kind of charity in her gaze. "It's like this, Ivy." "Celeste didn't do well in the screening. Her combat score came up short. She didn't make the cutoff." "We were thinking — you still hold a direct admission slot to the Royal Academy, don't you?" I narrowed my eyes. Celeste's mother and mine both served the Thornes. My direct admission came from clearing rogues on the border — I still carry three scars from it. The deepest one runs across my collarbone, left by an Alpha-rank rogue.

I assured him. Before he could respond, Kyle called out, "Dad! Come help us beat the Kingstons in the next event! We can't let them have all the glory!" "The next event?" I asked, looking at Celeste. She was grinning, covered in mud, her hair falling out of its ponytail, and looking more radiantly happy than I'd seen her in weeks. "Water balloon toss," she explained. "And trust me, it gets even messier than this."

Judging from her trembling eyelashes, it was clear that the other party was extremely nervous at that moment. She had a blush on her face. Her supple pink skin was rosy, she looked so attractive that one would not be able to stop themselves from taking a bite of her. If other people in Star Kingdom saw this, their jaws would definitely drop. Celeste is one of the elders of the Iridescent Sect and a Sovereign Ranker. However, she was showing such a shy expression.