Celeste Dubois Novels & Stories

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

Thus Faith was back staring at the morning new as she always does before she head out to carried out some work. Right on the t.v was a debate ongoing about crime and allegation in the Country, Alexis saw the t.v from afar as she alighted from the stairs, thus she was a bit stunned to see Madam Lydia as one of the speaker on the t.v. Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant where Alexis work before. Alexis went to her the day before to aired on the t.v on her behalf, and while she was on the t.v, she could used that medium to present her defense against the allegation against her as a murderer.

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Lake Geneva, Switzerland. Celeste was walking her puppy, Leon, at a park near the lake. They had avoided going to the park near their house because of the mysterious people who had been following them before, so they took a quick drive and found this quiet park near the lake. Celeste was dressed in a beautiful floral dress and a yellow cardigan, which highlighted her pinkish chubby cheeks. Her curly brown hair was neatly tied in a low pigtail. She was also carrying a dainty strawberry bag filled with goodies that she likes to eat. She looked like a walking garden with her whole outfit that she chose herself.

The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, the energy palpable as Celeste prepared to face the dark forces that held Divan captive. Celeste was a striking figure, her presence commanding and her aura radiating with ancient wisdom. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, contrasting against her ebony robes. Her eyes held a depth that spoke of experiences beyond mortal comprehension, and her voice carried a melodic quality that brought a sense of calm amidst the storm. Alpha Bastien assured us she could do this, that her coven was one of the strongest and most powerful in the country. I believed his words at first, but now as I watch her still struggling and looking at

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.

she laughs. She takes the seat next to me and continues to chuckle for a few moments. “Who are you I ask again” I’m starting to feel impatient and I’m not sure why she finds this entertaining. “You really don’t know who I am?” She lifts an eyebrow as if she doesn’t believe me. I shake my head and she shrugs in response. “I’m Celeste the Moon goddess” I snort “get the fuck out”. Her eyebrow shoots up again. “No I really am” my hands are fiddling in my lap as I stare at her.

Alpha Magnus POV I ordered my guards to let Celeste in immediately, eager to meet with the powerful witch. "Please let Celeste in right now. She is important, do not keep her waiting," I instructed. As I waited for Celeste to arrive, I couldn't believe that she had honored my invitation. Celeste was one of the greatest and most feared witches in North America, known for her extraordinary abilities and her role as a seer. She had previously been the coven leader of the witches in America, succeeding the legendary Ava, who had mysteriously disappeared.

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.