Novel & Cerita Celestial Vivi

Celeste: 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. A week. That was how long it had been since Lady Livia fell. A week of surviving on stolen fragments of other people’s energy. A week of careful feeding—never too much from one person, never enough to draw attention. Just enough to keep myself stable. Just enough to keep my aura buried. The scent concealer rested lightly against my skin now, its magic dulling the faint darkness that still lingered around me.

And besides, an immense amount of dark energy is flowing all over his body, sending chills down to my spine. “And on the left corner, we have two ladies representing the group of Celestial Twelve. One is chosen by the grace of Aquarius as its user and one is selected by the grace of Virgo as its holder. One possesses Liquid Magic and the othe one has Holy Fire Magic. Let's call on Almirah and Suzaine,” the announcer said, introducing our friends.

Everytime anyone looked at me, I instantly assumed that they knew what I did. “Well," Professor Holden sighs, bringing my attention back to his. " I have no idea how you are going to receive this news. If it'll be good or bad news to you. Vivian Kingstale isn't dead." “What?" “Yes. In fact she's One of the two warlocks we're currently hunting down, across Lunaris."

That night of the confrontation with Lucifer’s people took a lot out of my new guardians. Which, in turn, took a lot out of the guys and me. Rameses and Nefertari fell asleep first. We learned that Celestria came from the East on an island surrounded by water. Her island was called Japan. Like Adrian, she dreamt of me and followed the pull and made her way to me. She told us along the way she, unfortunately, ran into what she called the dark ones. She was able to fight them off with her scream. Which was impressive, the fallen were formidable. Celestia was the next one to fall asleep, her head resting on my shoulder, her breathing soft. Still laying against Micheals' chest, he played with th

Tears slide down her delicate cheeks as she wept silently, standing not too far from where she is, is Joanna looking at her with an emotionless face. “It seems we have almost everything for the ritual,” Celestial said, walking in. She wore a black dress which stopped above her knee, it hugs her body clinging on her like a second skin, showing all her curves which can make man fall in love with her without knowing who or what she really is. The dress has a deep front which shows a lot of flesh. “Can someone make those filthy humans stop? Their voice is so irritating, I would slit their throat if not of the ritual.” She said with an irritated voice.

Chapter 45: The Launch of Celestia The scene opens with a press conference held in a grand, sleek government hall, filled with reporters, journalists, and government officials. Cameras flash as a towering screen shows the presentation of Celestia, the innovative cancer treatment machine. At the center of the event, Evelyn stands beside Carlos, both of them radiating pride and accomplishment. Mr. Harrington, ever the mentor, steps back slightly, allowing Evelyn and Carlos to take the stage.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

Cerebus hovered between them, growling softly if the woman shifted too fast. Dr. Voss laid a canvas scroll on the table. She unrolled it with care, revealing not a map, but something stranger — constellations inked in red, lines like veins, fragments of languages Ellie had never seen. “Most people think Cerberus — the original — died when the gods vanished,” Voss began. Her voice carried the weight of old lectures, sharpened by obsession. “But that’s not true. He was never killed. He was… recycled.”

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

Azalea's POV. I am Bloody Mary. Tonight, oh yes. And I’m going to surprise my beloved son in his room, which has been transformed into a small maze of cloth and spooky decorations. My body ached after playing the piano for two straight hours at the wedding, but when it came to entertaining my son, I always found energy. “Get ready,” Julian said, and I quickly hid inside a wardrobe with a mirror. “Alvin’s still in the hall, but he’s about to head to his room.”