Novel & Cerita Celestial Grimoire Fanfiction

The decorations were breathtaking, silver lanterns, glowing crystals, and banners that glowed like starlight. A deep drumbeat echoed in the night, signaling the start of the celebration. Lyssara looked up. The moon had risen, bathed in gold. The Celestial Moon appears only once a year , a divine blessing upon the realm. She inhaled deeply, feeling the sacred air of Moonveil rush through her. But she had to be careful; if her emotions spiked too high, her cloak could shatter. Still, she couldn’t help but giggle, excitement bubbling through her.

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

3rd Person's POV (Warning: Scenes of war, blood, and gore included. Proceed with caution.) . Barging into the heart of a celestial clan was never an easy feat to achieve. It was proven true when even after so many hours, they still struggled to breach into Ayn Shams. Even sending the three alphas inside took almost all the effort of Selene and Hecate put together. To fight against an army of elite celestial warriors and minor deities just with a few packs of werewolves and the band of Greek hunters, it was supposed to be an endgame. It was basically a battle between canines and manmade weapons with the deities themselves interfering here and there, trying to make their respective parties win

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the moonlit glade. Chloe stood at its center, a celestial being caught in the gravitational pull of conflicting emotions. Her heart, a cosmic entity navigating the expanse of love, teetered on the precipice of a decision. Jonas's revelation of his true nature as a werewolf added an unforeseen layer of complexity to her celestial dilemma. Caleb, the embodiment of untamed passion, and Jonas, the steadfast anchor—both vying for a place in her heart.

"Amelia, werewolf of noble spirit, the time has come for you to embrace your true destiny and unlock the full power of the Celestial Heart." Amelia felt a surge of determination course through her veins, her heart ablaze with newfound purpose. She held her sword aloft, its blade shining brilliantly. "With the strength of the Celestial Heart, I will end the Shadow Lord's reign of darkness!" In an awe-inspiring display of celestial power, streams of radiant energy shot forth from the Celestial Heart, enveloping Amelia and the werewolf in a luminous cocoon. They could feel their strength replenish, their bodies infused with ancient magic.

The wind continued blowing while the rain’s still pouring, nourishing the dry soil on my feet, creating thick mud mixed with dried leaves. I stood up in shock when a ball of fire came out in front of me out of nowhere. I stepped back until my back hits the tree trunk. The fire didn’t seem to be harmful but it still surprised me by suddenly showing up. Am I already in Celestia? Weird things are starting to happen again so I assume that I’m already in Celestia. “Are you lost?”

“We will workshop names after breakfast. ‘Gate-idiots’ is my suggestion.” “Noted and rejected,” she said. He smiled. “Good,” he said. “You still have taste.” The Moonstone hummed under her. The Moon watched above, cracked and patient. Far beyond their sky, in the elsewhere the gate bounded, other eyes turned. Some hungry. Some hopeful. Some wary. The Celestial Pact was fraying. Tonight, in a small grove, under a fractured sky, a runt-turned-Queen-turned-key-bearer took hold of one of its threads.

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

In fear, I throw my phone to only the devil knows where after knowing which devil called me. It's none other than Raiden Morningstar, the devious heiress! So it wasn't a dream?! I really made a contract with the devious heiress?? Ugh, I'm so dead! I clasped my hands and prayed: "O, angels in the corners, hear my pledge. If you're kind enough, please kindly prepare my coffin. I don't want to die just rotting somewhere caused by the devious heiress. I want my body resting comfortably in peace too."