Celeste Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

The air grew thinner. "Wait," I said. "Water. I hear water." We followed the sound to a larger chamber. A stream cut through it, disappearing into a narrow passage. "It must lead to the river," Lady Amara said. We waded in. Cold water rose to our waists. We walked through the narrow passage, in a single file. The torch suddenly died, plunging us into darkness. "Keep moving," Louis said. "Feel the walls." Then…. light ahead. Faint but real.

But still I don’t like the thought of being stalked and surveyed. “Astéri and I were speaking about our travel plans” Elaine spoke, clearly in an effort to stop me from protesting about her watchful eye. “Oh, and what have you come up with?” I asked, taking the bait. “We didn’t get too far into it, we were waiting for you to return” Astéri cut in. “We’re here now, so let’s get to it” I said leaning back into the leather. “The Triple Goddess is on Cape Breton Island. She and her Mate took the positions of Alpha and Luna before the hunters attacked” Astéri began,

When we finally reached the cemetery, Mother hurriedly ordered Victoria to be placed in the tomb. Just as Victoria was about to escape this predicament, I quickly spoke up in grief. "The burial oration hasn't been read yet." The accompanying officials nodded repeatedly. "The oration must be read so that the gods will know the crown princess' virtues." I looked at the long scroll and could not help but smile slightly. Victoria would never last that long. Just then, three familiar figures came rushing from the distance. Mother's blood ran cold as she instinctively looked up. With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen.

** Be advised this chapter contains contents such as nonconsensual moments** The Winters’ great hall was quieter than usual. The fire in the hearth had burned low, but the tension in the air kept the family awake long after the sun rose. Celeste sat at the long table, her brothers flanking her on either side, her parents across.

I was shocked, surprised but SO HAPPY to see my best friend! “HOLY SHIT CELESTE!” Joan stepped back from our embrace and plugged her nose. “What?!” I asked, suddenly worried, reacting to her outburst and the fact that she was plugging her nose, “What?! Do you smell something bad in the house?” I stuck my nose in the air to inhale but couldn’t smell anything. “No! Your scent! It’s changed. And…good goddess…you fucked my cousins!? And an alpha! HUUUUU! YOU FUCKED THE ALPHA OF THE LONE STAR PACK! OH. EM. GEE. CELESTE!” Her eyes grew wide in shock and realization.

CELINE The word detonated inside my chest like something physical. Mate! The pull struck again, but harder this time, coming from three directions at once, like invisible hands reaching into my ribcage and pulling simultaneously. My own hand rose slowly and I pointed a trembling finger at each face in turn. "One." Silver eyes. "Two." Ice blue. "Three." Bright green, then I lowered my hand. "Alpha Zithan is fucking three people?" I exclaimed aloud, my eyes almost popped out.

⸻ 🌌💀🖤 End of Chapter 38 To Be Continued…

She and Vincent grabbed their shovels again, dumping sand into the pit like executioners. I tied Benjamin tightly to my back and started climbing again. 'Not this time,' I told myself. I was not planning on dying there. I climbed one step at a time, matching their pace, racing against the rising sand. Then, Celeste's voice echoed coldly above. "Finnegan, I'm done playing with you." She pulled out a fistful of throwing knives, raising them toward us with a smirk. Vincent, panting and sweaty, tossed aside his shovel to massage her shoulders.

Chapter Eight: The Price of Light** Lyra froze at the mouth of the corridor, her heart thundering louder than the approaching storm of footsteps. The eerie glow of the moon filtering through the cracked ceiling framed Celeste like a ghost out of a nightmare — regal, untouchable, and terrifying in her stillness. Behind her, the silver-eyed wolves fanned out in deadly silence, their forms tense, their eyes locked on Lyra and her companions. Riven’s grip on his blade tightened, and Nyra, barely conscious, whimpered as Lyra eased her to the stone floor.

Hoping another way forward will present itself as if there was a chance that the land around us was wrong. It’s not, and I know that now. I can feel it. The change is coming. The change in hands that will rule the very earth and its people around us and any other verse in our multiverse of realms. “Theseus?” Celeste questions, her eyes hooded and daring as she loves before me. Standing tall to look down at me with a small and sure smile on her face, “let me distract you?” She begs. Distraction is one way forward and the thought excites me.