Celestial Twins Novels & Stories

“The next person that would come to you would be Anthony Gordon. And he would bring you to us by any means necessary.” “I’ll like to see him try,” Jasmine slurred. “We’d be waiting.” “Okay,” Mrs. Chesterfield nodded and walked away. My throat got sore, my chest heated, and I felt tears running down my cheeks as I watched Mrs. Chesterfield leave. All the planning we did before the blood moon, all the efforts, and all the deaths. Yet, project Jericho was still in motion. Kelvin and Tiffany gave their lives, hoping it would be over after the blood moon. We thought Project Jericho would’ve failed if they didn’t achieve their goal on the blood moon, but we were wrong.

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

“She’s five. That shouldn’t be possible…” The High Priestess’s mouth tightened into a fine line. “It’s more than just possible, child,” she murmured. “It’s fated.” I leaned forward slowly, her words already pulling me in. “What do you mean?” She folded her hands, the soft clink of silver rings echoing softly through the chamber. “Celestial twins,” she said softly, “are rare— rarer than you realize. They're born only once in several millennia and when they come, they carry not just the power of their bloodline but the weight of old, forgotten oaths.”

The twins’ glow brightens, their powers intertwining as they delve deeper into the Veil’s depths. **The Twins’ POV** The Veil’s heart pulses in their hands, its light warm and reassuring. “We need to mend the fissure,” Silas says, his voice firm. Selene nods, her glow flickering. “Together.” They focus their powers, their light merging with the Veil’s energy. The fissure begins to close, the crack in the sky shrinking as the Veil’s heart beats stronger. **Zara’s POV** The crack in the sky shrinks, the sickly light fading as the twins’ glow brightens. The ground trembles one last time, then falls still.

Alfred clearly decided on the coven, though his life mate appeared to be his second-in-command. “Of course, love.” Bethany responded with a gentle smile to him. Jillian couldn’t help but wonder how much of that smile was false. No woman was that sweet and simpering. “Now, we kept the Alpha’s twin brother near. I’m not sure if you are familiar with Twins of Midnight, but it might affect anything you do to one. They act as one being. Two halves of a whole. They must live as one being, sharing all. They can’t be separated because they would struggle to survive without the other’s skills and abilities to fill in gaps and failings of the other.” Helena couldn’t let him go in blind. Their blessing

The moment I saw the birthmark on my twins' shoulders, my head felt like it was going to explode. I had studied the kingdom's history from the beginning, and I knew that the Celestial Moon was cursed until their empire collapsed. And it was true—that was the symbol of the Celestial Moon Kingdom! Is this a joke? I denied it, thinking it must be a coincidence. So, in addition to Crescent Moon blood, do I also have Celestial Moon blood flowing through my veins? Why would this happen to my twins?

“It’s true.” Overwhelmed by weakness, I succumbed to an extended period of sleep after giving birth to my twins. I had to take bed rest for six weeks. So during the twins’ first months, Tristan took care of them, handled the paperwork for their birth certificate, and named them to ensure they were registered on time. “Oh. I think I know what Skye means.” Tristan commented. And now Sunny and I are only clueless about what we are talking about. “Mummy, I saw a book at school about our names,” Skye’s start to explain. “Our name means celestial. I asked our teacher to help me search for celestials, and we discovered that our name is connected to Stellar.

I warned. The twins fought against my spell, fighting together. Their combined strength was impressive – more than I'd expected. Lysandra's body began to strain under the pressure of containing my awareness and their stolen power. In my refuge, blood leaked from my true body's nose. Vail's worried face hung over me, her lips moving in strengthening spells. I couldn't keep this connection much longer. "The Celestial Gate opens in three days," I told the twins, tightening my magical grip. "With or without your help. But it would be so much less painful if you resigned now."

“Oh, my darlings. Did you behave today?” “Yes,” said the older twin Cassian, with a serious nod. “We learned about constellations and read about how brains work.” “And we made a plan!” piped in the younger twin, Celeste. “Oh? What plan is this?” The siblings s exchanged a look. Celeste grinned. “A plan to help you find love!” Arla-Rosa blinked. “What?”

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.