Celeste Chapter Novels & Stories

Maybe we should have killed them, what if there is nothing left other than the savage beasts their master has turned them into. Celeste puts her bag on the bottom stair and starts to pull different things from it. I’m surprised by what she has managed to fit into such a small bag. I forget she is a pack member. She turns to me with a smile on her face. ‘It’s a simple charm. I can put whatever I want in and it will fit. Endless room and weightless too.’ I’m impressed. Along with some herbs has pulls out a number of different coloured crystals. She lights the bundle of dried herbs on fire and the smoke starts to waft about us both and into the depths of the filled chamber. She closes her hand

Marco asked smoothly, taking her trembling hand once more and squeezing it until her bones ached. Celestia stared ahead, her ruin finally complete. "Yes," she choked out. "Let's finish it."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd of common wolves, and a few vendors actually nodded their heads to support their new Luna. I felt a massive surge of attraction and pride heat my blood as I watched her dismantle Clara's high social standing using nothing but sheer intelligence and grace. "Effective immediately, you are banned from attending any future events at the Alpha Estate, and you will no longer receive the privileges of the high court," Heidi pronounced, delivering the final devastating blow to the woman's reputation. Clara gasped loudly, and thick tears spilled over her eyelashes as she realized she just ruined her own life over a petty insult.

Celeste asked as she dragged her bag towards Matthias. “Are you sure that it’s just helping?” “Yeah!” “So, you still have to answer it. I’m not going to do everything, baby.” Celeste pouted. She did not expect Matthias to be cautious. “Oh…” “Then, Uncle Jonathan, help me~” her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Jonathan with her doe eyes. She took out her books and placed them on top of Jonathan’s lap. Each book was stacked on top of the other. And lastly, as the cherry on top, she put her cute butterfly pencil case on top of her books.

"You'll wake up in a few hours. In your room. You'll think this was a dream." My legs give out. He catches me before I hit the floor, one strong arm around my waist, lowering me with surprising gentleness for someone who just drugged me. "I'm sorry, Celeste," he murmurs, and there's something almost regretful in his tone. "But you needed to know the truth. And this was the only way to plant the seed." Celeste. That name. Why does it sound so familiar? My vision is going dark at the edges. I try to fight it, try to stay conscious, but it's like drowning in ink.

Instead of allowing them to get under my skin, I stared at the fool wearing my dress with eyes devoid of emotion, imagining how pleasant wringing her neck would be. She twirled around. “I am Celeste, one of the most powerful and influential women in the history of werewolves. I have conquered many packs alongside my ex-fiancé, Thorne Frost. Life was really pleasant for me until luck ran out my side, but now everyone thinks that I am dead, and I am stuck in the basement, awaiting the day that Alpha Nigel would have me killed” My fingers curled into fists and if I ever escaped this place, I would come for this witch first. Hunt her down and wipe out her family for this disrespect.

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.

She vowed. Celeste had a soft, feathery voice which sounded funny when she got upset. At five foot six, no one called her short but her height and size didn’t intimidate anyone. Her innocent face and calm aura didn’t help her case but I didn’t doubt for a minute that she would pick up a machete and charge into battle if she set her mind to it. “What do you think is happening now?” I whispered, closing my eyes. The moon’s glow caressed my skin. At a normal time, we would be praying for the final ceremony of the Feast of the Moon as our shifters tore through the woods but not today.

Jeneva tried to look normal but she starts trembling that made Finesia confused. "Who?" she asked. "The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus."

Celeste thus became a disciple of the Grandiuno Sect's Sixth Mountain. Once she was accepted into the sect, she lived up to her expectations and demonstrated exceptional talent. Aside from making a rapid breakthrough to supreme saint, she had also achieved the status of a fifth-grade alchemist. Due to the combination of those talents, her ascent to becoming a core disciple seemed set in stone, and the sect conferred that status to her a year ago. Unlike the other core disciples who chose to have their island, she decided to remain on the Sixth Mountain. Celeste was surprised by the news of the sixth core disciple as she sat cross-legged next to the cauldron. It came as such a big shock that