Celestial Grimoire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

ri,” and was so happy to have him at my side. I knew I was safe with him at my side. I traced the blazing expression of relief in his eyes as I looked at them for a moment. I had a sense of fear in his male voice as he continued, “Thank goodness, Belle. I was worried seeing you that way.” He was terrified that I had suffered a terrible fate. I was drawn in and pressed deep against his warm chest before I could say another word. “I didn’t know what was happening. When I came, I found you just lying on the floor, eyes opened. Celeste told me you were just in a trance. Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” He whispers as he embraces me more deeply. Being smoldered in his arms felt good. He

"If we get that grimoire, if we find the counterspell, this is over. Really over." "Don't. Don't jinx it." "I'm not jinxing anything. I'm just saying we're close. Closer than we've been to real peace since this all started." "Peace feels like a foreign concept at this point." "Then maybe it's time to remember what it feels like." The safe clicked open. Celeste stepped back, triumphant. Inside was a single book. Ancient leather. Symbols burned into the cover. Dark magic practically radiated from it. "That's it," Marcus breathed. "Helena's grimoire."

## Chapter 127 ice Grimoire Complete **Storm Academy, Utah** **September 8, 2032 – Morning, Library Wing** The Ice Ability Grimoire was finished before breakfast. That was the part that still felt a little unreal, even to Celeste. The final draft had spent the better part of two days moving between her office, Rowan’s console, the ward chamber, and the curriculum hall, but now it sat sealed in a crystal-backed case on the central reading table of the library wing. Pale blue script glimmered along its cover. The binding had been reinforced with frost-silver thread, and the first completed volume gave off a faint, cool resonance that made the air around it feel cleaner somehow.

Celeste's POV. I tried to speak, but I couldn't find my voice. His grey metallic eyes rested on mine, and it felt like I was in a trance. He took another step and he raised his hands. The closer his hands came to me, the more I yearned for his touch. I suddenly saw his hands go over me and he reached for something above me. He finally came back with a bottle of seasoning in his hands. "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?", He questioned as his casually walked away.

"Yes, these are star patterns. A celestial calendar of sorts." "For calculating the exact moment of the Convergence?" I guess. "More than that." She places the crystal back in its box. "For calculating how to reverse the corruption. But decoding it will take time—time we may not have with Vivian actively hunting you." "What do we do in the meantime?" I ask. "You continue your training," she says firmly. "Both of you. The alternative ritual will still require your combined abilities, focused through the Lens." "And we need to find a safe place to stay," Cain adds. "My mother will have people watching both our houses."

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

"What is it? ... What? You're not feeling well again? ... Okay, I'm on my way." He broke the link and looked at me apologetically. "Regina, Clara just fainted. I need to—" "Go," I said, turning to leave. "Wait!" He ran after me. "Tonight's ceremony is still on. I love you, Regina. Only you." I didn't look back. When I got home, I inspected the moonstone. In the moonlight, tiny runes appeared on its surface. It wasn't some unique mark for us. It was the witch's spell—the one she'd use to strip me of my wolf soul.

"So swear it before the spirits of the ancestors and the auspices of the old gods...Lyra of the Silvermoon Exile, will you take this consecrated path set before you and embrace your destiny as mother of the heirs to reinvigorate the prime alpha's supreme celestial dynasty?" I felt Gabriel's weight and intensity pressing in on me from every direction like an interstellar gravitational vortex compelling my surrender to its galactic grasp. As his thick, virile musk washed over my senses anew, stoking instinctual cravings for submission, I inhaled deeply as if savoring the inevitability sealing itself around us like an event horizon. Meeting Kira's stare without flinching, I allowed the words to

I step back to keep a safe distance. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? You were just gonna leave like that?" I suddenly feel very hot. What can I say? "I've changed my mind... I'm not gonna stay here. This town, university, Laura, Lucian, everything else. I don't fit in. I'm going back to my old life and..." He puts a hand on my arm and a strange sensation comes over me. The writings of the grimoire remind me of the powers of telepathy and hypnosis. No way am I gonna let myself be manipulated!