Celestial Champions Novels & Stories

Allen’s head craning backwards, his eyes followed the many buttress upwards towards high the arched ceiling that stretched out overhead. Entering into the main cathedral, he had not anticipated encountering a splendor that was unlike anything he had ever seen. The sky replaced by a vivid tableau of the heavens, each inch of the immense expanse of the ceiling above them was painted in painstaking detail. Angels and gods all intermingling in what seemed to be a joyous celebration of their coming together in peaceful unity. Some played music, while others danced or reclined languidly onto fluffy idyllic clouds. However, there were a few which turned the seething scrutiny of their gaze towards a

Yui walked ahead, followed by several Holy Celestial Rank powerhouses. The living beings that walked from the airship were all top-tier powerhouses, each capable of overturning a Primeval from the Dark World. Any one of them could dominate countless planes, even the Central Plane. “Damn, there’s so many.” Even Latrusse took a deep breath when he saw the numerous Holy Celestial Rank powerhouses appear. He quickly transmitted a message to Lemuel.

A literal knight in shining armour. "The answer to all this lies on a prophecy that has been living for nearly two decades. It is the prophecy of the powerful White dragon residing amongst us werewolves. The champion of the nightcrawlers." His voice boomed through the hall, earning him gasps and some few snickers from the crowd. "Dragons don't exist. Their kind had been wiped out since the Divine Cleansing two decades ago." My father commented, and I rolled my eyes. "The prophecies I foresee are never wrong, Alpha Marcus. One dragon is alive, whether you like to believe it or not." Elder Zane said in a surprisingly calm tone though his voice remained powerful.

Harmonizers from realms near and far came together, sharing their unique melodies and forming a symphony of unity. Under the guidance of Celestia, the revered Elder of the Celestial Conservatory, Aric and Kaida led the gathering. They stood at the center of a grand amphitheater, where beings from all realms and walks of life gathered, their melodies interwoven in a symphony of anticipation. As the Celestial Convergence reached its zenith, the celestial bodies aligned, casting a radiant glow upon Lumina. The realm shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence, and a hushed reverence fell upon the gathering.

“And…what is a Celestial?” “Unlike the Chosen, who work to train to improve their smaller skills and talents, the Celestial are gifted immense power from birth. These talents often remain hidden for years. They are known to surface under ‘stressful’ circumstances, Celestials are far more powerful than the Chosen alone. Many have godlike powers, which is why it has been said that the Celestials are gifted their abilities from some form of higher beings or deities. For the most part, their powers seem to stem from the elements—earth, air, fire, water, or a combination of several elements.”

Even the shapes and positions of the windows are almost identical. “You will know Nemini and Celeste as the fates. They lived the rest of their mortal lives in solitude, with only one another for company. What happened this day marked them for life and their faith in humanity was all but gone. They became powerful magic weavers and sent their energy into the world much as I had. They maintained the balance of nature in my absence, and when they returned to the heavens, the Moon Goddess and Blessed Mother, charged them with maintaining the balance of life on earth.” My mouth falls open and I feel my chin almost hit my chest. The fates are actual beings. I always thought of them as some unseen

Narrator’s Point of View FAR AWAY IN THE CELESTIAL REALM The celestial hall shimmered under the endless glow of ethereal starlight, its polished mirror floor reflecting the heavens above. The air carried the weight of divine authority, thick with the scent of celestial blooms and the faint hum of cosmic energy. Five thrones, each carved from celestial stone and adorned with constellations, were arranged in a semicircle. Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos.

All knew this was a sign that the creature they sought was the Eighth returned. The Ancients were in unanimous agreement that a champion was essential to seek out and defeat the lurking dark entity. Among the ranks of the Fae, many were endowed with great strength and intellect, yet only a select few embodied the untamed spirit and keen wit necessary to track down this elusive shadow. They resolved to embark on a quest to find this exceptional being, one who would receive the bestowed powers essential for triumphing over their adversary. With this victory, their enchanted Realm would be restored to its former state of harmonious splendor. This was their Creation of a Champion.

My Flame-Enchanted Knight’s Longsword took first place, scoring 96—the first craftsman work in a hundred years at the Celestial Festival to exceed 95. Two days later, the selection at the Celestial Festival came to an end. The lamps suspended in the sky had been taken down, but the sea of stars still shone brightly. All the major deities arrived on time, and the top ten professionals, along with Idun, stood upon the high platform. After completing the ceremonial oath, Hodr announced: “Congratulations to this year’s Chief Black Knight—the God of Darkness, Hodr—well, that’s me.” He pointed at himself, and the crowd burst into laughter.

And we stepped through. And they bowed. On either side of the path, in doorways, along the streets. Men, women, warriors, elders. Bowing. Not to me. To him. To their Alpha. And to Crystal. Their soon-to-be Luna. My throat tightened. I forced myself to focus on the castle in the distance—massive, looming, ancient. It sat at the heart of everything, carved from stone so dark it looked like it had been born from the night itself. The air was thick.