Celestial Champions Novels & Stories

⸻ And hatred was born. Amara felt a chill crawl down her spine. ⸻ The Queen’s voice lowered. ⸻ “It wanted more.” ⸻ The corrupted celestial attacked its own kind. ⸻ The vision erupted into chaos. ⸻ Mountains collapsed. Forests burned. Entire kingdoms vanished beneath the destruction. ⸻ The war lasted generations. ⸻ Millions died. ⸻ And eventually— The Celestials won. ⸻ The corrupted creature was defeated.

I could feel the weight of the storm building—forces gathering at the edges of reality, ready to collide in a catastrophic clash. "Seraphina," Draven’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood by the door to the war room, his expression grim. "They’re here." I took a deep breath, steeling myself. The final storm was gathering, and our allies had arrived for what would be our last stand. I followed him outside, where a vast assembly of supernatural beings stretched out before me. Wolves from every corner of the realm, werebears from distant lands, witches cloaked in shadows and light, and even a few ancient vampires stood among them. It was a sight to behold.

Surrounding them were seven colossal thrones, each occupied by a celestial being of immense power and authority. First was Seraphiel, the Radiant One. His presence was blinding, a figure of pure, shimmering light that pulsed with the brilliance of a thousand suns. His wings were vast and feathered with gold, his eyes twin stars that seemed to see into the very soul. Second was Orionis, the Stellar Guardian. His form was composed of swirling galaxies, with a cloak that seemed to be woven from the fabric of the cosmos itself. Stars sparkled within his translucent body, and his voice echoed like the whispers of ancient nebulae.

Just one voice, multiplied a thousandfold masculine and feminine, ancient and newborn, spoken in all tongues and yet none at all. “Emily of the Moon. You were never meant to exist.” She gasped, flinching. “What…?” The light shifted. Condensed. And suddenly, they were there. Figures woven from constellations stepped forward, cloaked in celestial robes that shimmered like nebulae. Eyes like supernovas. Skin like opal moons. They were not beautiful. They were terrifying in the way only truth can be. The Celestials. The true architects of balance.

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

She clutched her temples, feeling a little disoriented. "This is not your world," "You are in Ceastrerion." Asmia murmured lightly so as not to startle Eleanor. "Ceastre- what? I don’t understand at all." Because of what was going on, Eleanor felt like her head was going to burst. The information presented to her was barely convincing. “This has occurred to you for reasons I don't understand, but I'm eager to help you find out. “ "What exactly do you mean when you say I'm not in my world? What is this world?" Eleanor could hardly believe her ears. For her, everything appears too hazy.

Her right ankle still hurt, and her healing powers did not completely solve it because they were also affected by her unstable emotions. Who cared about Nox Chevallier? Ayla didn’t even know him, and all her faith was caused by a stupid mark tattoed on her back that wasn’t there anymore. As if it never existed. Most Celestial Guardians didn’t have lovers at all, as it was deemed as a distraction from their duties. Soulmates had a special value for the divine power linked to that kind of relationship, but she didn’t need it at all.

A single shout from him accompanied by the huge rose phantasm above his head resulted in 50 chaos divines obeying his deific will. The others gods and immortals around also participated in this grand skirmish of champions. This scene is like New Year's fireworks festival but only on a level a million times than the mortals do and on a universe wide level. Countless spells and magic has been thrown and exchanged left and right, up and down.

It was so awkward to ask about myself from an outsider, like I was asking a waiter about my favorite food at the restaurant. Finally, my furious tone caught Susan’s attention, she shuffled her memory for answers. “First of all, the color of your eyes and that ferocious warning is proof that you are a descendant of a ‘Celestial Coven’.” “Celestials as in immortal, heavenly monarchs?” Susan nodded and looked towards the couch. “Yes. Heavenly monarchs, like the Moon Goddess. There are some cases where Celestials are married to humans or shifters, so their kids are called demigods and demigoddesses.