Novel & Cerita Centauress Story

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs

Rae asked the boy she caught staring at her. "N--n..no, sorry." the guy stutter at his response. "Good." Rae said and continue with Sarah. "So Sarah, what kind of Supernatural creature are you?" Rae decided to ask the quiet girl. "Umm..am a Centaur." Sarah answered. A Centaur is a creature which is half-woman and half-horse. "Wow, a Centaur?" Rae asked, Sarah nodded her head. "Yes." Stopping in front of a class, which was noisy. "This is our first class, history."

I fell to the ground and blacked out. I woke up to sunrise and not to my surprise, I found myself surrounded by not tens or hundreds, but thousands of centaurs as these mythical beasts were chanting something that I did not understand at all. I hung my head in disappointment. It looks like I might be a tad bit late for my meditation at the springs of Zadia by the way. “What do you want?” I shouted at them, but it looks like the more I shouted, the louder their chants got. “You have gotten the wrong wolf.”

The one that will lead us all one day. “Atlanta?” Mr. Hessing asked. “Could you tell us more about, -“ Suzie stopped our teacher, making me gasp in the process. She’s so brave. “It’s Atalanta, Mr. Hessing.” I shook my head, “it’s fine.” Mr. Hessing smiled at me, “Atalanta. There is an old story about an Atalanta, a girl left to die by her father, who became a huntress and swore an oath of virginity to the Goddess Artemis.”

he taunted, “that must mean you may soon begin to accept your own calling.” "Already did Cavin, ...already did," Celestina mumbled and gazed at the young man who had been her friend for two years now, he and her mate had been naive and ignorant, and also had been cursed by Camellana; the priestess of Redberg Village, out of foolish and childish misdeed. The two had been rumored to be the ones who started the fire in the village, as the priestess of the community. Camellana had cursed them for eternal life without seeing the light of the sun ever again.

Afterward, she sighed heavily and continued, "And that's the very reason she died early." Shocked, but the pain it carries weighed way heavier. Her voice perfectly signifies longing, and so much hurting at the same time. I only know limited stories about my mother. That is because she never told me hers. In my mind, her stories of the magical Aerith, the witches of Romania, and the wonders of Iunae Lumen were all still vivid in my memories. It never occurred to me that I only needed one story to remember... the story of Camilla Aelus of the Great Aelus Sanguine. Their first born. The great Prometheus Valentin's wife...

I don't think I want to be here any longer. “Hold on! Let's start this over!” Crescenda said to me, and I stopped. “Okay, my name is Crescenda. From the harrow wolves, we are descendants of the moon goddess, and we have unique powers aimed at providing balance to different aspects of the werewolf realm. Are we clear on that?" Crescenda said to me and I nodded my head because I understood that much. I knew I had many questions, but she didn't have to talk to me like I was a simpleton!

It was all coming together, the tapestry, the writings as the story they told. I can remember now. That wasn't just a story, it was a prophecy. A prophecy that spoke of Xavier and Lyra. Like I was induced I began to tell the story. "Aethonixa, the moon goddess, had a love affair with a werewolf named Khaos.” “But Khaos, driven by fury, murdered Aethonixa.” “He was cursed to roam, burning with rage, until he found the moon goddess and set things straight.” “For centuries, Khaos wandered, consumed by anger and pain.”