Celeste Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

And as I ventured further into the shadows, I realized that I had no choice but to embrace the unknown and confront the destiny that awaited me. "Are you ready for this?" Zea's voice broke the silence, her eyes boring into mine. I swallowed hard, the weight of her question sinking deep within me. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I replied, my voice tinged with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. She nodded, a glimmer of admiration flickering in her gaze. "Remember, Enni, our survival depends on this secret. Trust no one, and stay one step ahead at all times."

Celeste's POV. I kept fighting for consciousness, and I was losing that war. It'd been three days since I was captured against my own will. It's been three days since I watched my mother die. I was taken to a lab after death, and the first thing they did on me was to take out three pints of blood from my body for an experiment. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. They kept collecting my blood in bags, rendering me useless for the most of my conscious self.

" I followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. By the time we stepped into the hallway, it was already packed with vampires in their familiar red cloaks. I freaked, the familiarity of the scene causing nausea in the pit of my stomach. They were more than I could count. With their red cloaks and black garments, they approached us, their sharp canines and claws on full display. I looked to Aurora for the same panicked expression, but her face was relaxed. Too relaxed. And a smirk slipped across her lips. "By the way, did I ever tell you that I was an Alpha in my pack before I got kicked out?"

How are we the ones you left behind, Celeste ? I just kept crying until I felt the strong wind blowing. Does Celeste make fun of me? Why would it blow? I lit the three candles again because they died because of the wind. When I lit it I was still stunned and nothing entered my brain that anything except what happened when we found out that Celeste was already losing her life. FLASHBACK ...

Darkness was thick through these halls, and she trusted Gabe would lead them out without any difficulty. A sliver of light shone up ahead, almost a bluish color. She wanted to sigh with relief, knowing it was probably the moon shining off the ocean, but she didn’t dare. They weren’t out of danger yet. The closer they came to the light, the quicker their footsteps became. It was hard to walk careful when hope—and freedom—were so close. The few stairs leading to the top deck were just ahead. Gabe strode up the stairs first, nearly pulling Emmie’s hand as she followed. As Gabe’s head cleared topside, several clicks of pistols resounded in the night. Gabe froze, and her heart sank.

My soul leaves my body and I feel like a ghost when our eyes lock. A smug look appears on her face as she takes the gun aiming it at her leg, she screams out and I start running towards the stairs going to her aid but a firm hand circles my waist. “Shhh, you can't do anything to help her,” Celeste says, putting her hand over my mouth. I try to wiggle from her hold but she carries me back to the room. “I'm sorry,” she whispers, locking the door behind her. **End of flashback**

"It's almost here." Celeste's head snapped up, her panic shifting into urgency. She flipped through the pages of her book, her voice trembling as she whispered incantations under her breath. "No, no, no," she muttered, the words spilling from her lips like a mantra. "It can't be here now. We are supposed to have two hours at least." I moved to the window, my steps awkward and lumbering in this unfamiliar form. The storm was worse than before. The black cloud rolled toward us like a living thing, its edges crackling with lightning. The rain hammered against the glass, drowning out the sound of my ragged breathing.

Celeste and Jeremy crashed down onto the ground with a resounding thud, eliciting a muffled groan from their lips and momentarily scrambling their senses. Then, with a creak, the car door swung open, revealing a disorienting haze of stars in Celeste's vision. Before she could make sense of the chaos, her eyes locked onto a pair of long legs, standing tall before her. And in that fleeting moment, everything faded into darkness as the pain on her head knocked her unconscious.

Chapter 126: After the Storm Celeste finally let herself breathe. The gold in her eyes faded back to ruby, and the electricity in her hair settled until it lay smooth against her shoulders again. For a moment she stood still on the beach, listening to the tide, the wind, and the slow return of her own pulse. The tension that had carried her through Ares’s presence finally began to drain away, leaving behind the unmistakable ache of effort and the sharper ache of what still had not been solved.

“Don’t blame me for your gift, sister. Don’t blame me because the Moon cursed you. You see too much, Celeste, you always have. It drove them mad. Maybe they would’ve lived longer without you.” “Lila!” I gasped, every word cutting deeper than claws. Thorne crossed his arms, his face set in stone, eyes colder than the rain outside. “She’s right. I’m done with your doom hanging over my head, Celeste. Every time you touch me, every time you look at me it’s like you’re waiting for something bad to happen. Who wants to live like that? With a girl who sees death around every corner?” Tears streamed faster, blinding me. “You loved me. You promised”