Novel & Cerita Celestial Vivi

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.”

She recognizes her Uriel’s granddaughter, her brother's kin, the Luna of the Redwood Wolves, the one Carla and Augusto want dead at all costs to prevent her from giving the alpha Connor an heir. She rushes to her and examines her carefully with her eyes. No other being, except a celestial, could see her until the bubble was broken; Carrie knows this because celestials typically use such protection when they feel in danger. She had heard the howl hours ago. So it was her, and now she's running from all of them.

Michelle’s voice filters into my ear again. “When I was fifteen and Izzy was just ten, I came down with a disease that even the pack healer could not heal. We tried everything possible but to no avail until Adeline showed up and she said she could cure me with an elixir only found in the coven of the Zu clan and mother hastily agreed without thinking twice about the consequences of what would happen. Like a good person, Adeline gave mother the elixir and I was healed but two years later, she came back and demanded her reward which is me. Apparently she wanted me to fulfill her desires but mother didn’t agree with that and that cost her her life because the balance of the world has to always

I haven’t introduced myself yet. “My name’s Celine Hathaway, and… I don’t know a thing about Celestia. All I know is my mother is already dead that’s why I live alone with my father. He never told me anything about this so I’m really confused. I can’t even remember what my mother’s name is and if she’s really here in Celestia.” Odette stood up and went on the other side of the bed where the big window was. She stared at the scenery for a few seconds after facing us again, ready to say something.

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

Her fingers hesitated for a second before she tapped Blake’s name. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice—breathless and anxious—picked up. “Lydia?” Lydia let out a shaky breath. “Hey, Blake.” “Oh my goddess! I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I tried the mind-link at least ten times. I felt something—like something inside me was...cut off.” Lydia swallowed. “That’s because it was.” “What?” “I joined the Blue Moon Pack today,” Lydia said softly. “We had the mating ceremony. I’m part of Blue Moon now.”

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

But her heightened hearing caught it, vibrating through her bones. Evelyn’s fingers brushed the chain beneath her shirt. The pendant pressed against her skin, hot, almost alive. Kael’s gaze dropped to it, and for the first time, his control cracked. His jaw tightened, his glow sharpened, and the growl beneath his voice trembled dangerously close to the surface. “You’ve been carrying it,” he said, low. “The lunar sigil.” Evelyn froze. “You mean this? I found it in the forest. Where the…creature stood.”