Ciel Tempest Novels & Stories

"My place has security. 24/7. Gated garage. You and Mia stay tonight. We'll sort the rest in the morning." Elena had packed a quick overnight bag while Damian waited in the living room, scrolling his phone with a face like thunder. Theo's rumor was gaining traction, anonymous posts on industry boards calling her agency "unreliable" and hinting at "CEO drama." Sterling Creative was winning the narrative before the Horizon campaign even launched. The doors opened directly into the penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Chicago skyline. Marble floors, minimalist furniture in charcoal and cream, art that probably cost more than her apartment. A faint scent of leather and c

Tiny blackbird in flight on the inside. He drops to one knee right there on the half-pipe, in front of literally everyone. The plaza goes dead silent. Even the wind holds its breath. Remy (voice steady, but his hands are shaking): “Celeste Valentina Morua. Storm queen. My thunder. My home. My everything since we were dumb kids stealing kisses under blood moons. I was gonna wait until we came back up from the Black Sea. But the sky won’t shut up about how you deserve the question asked under open air, not drowned in darkness.

The temple was not made of stone, but of living cloud, a perpetual, swirling vortex of bruised purples and deep grays that crowned the highest peak of the Celestial Spires. Here, the air crackled with nascent lightning and tasted of ozone and impending rain. This was the domain of Astrapai, the Storm King, and Nyxoria had come to bargain.

Seraphine gasped, clutching Caleb’s arm as the school shrank below, rooftops blurring into a quilt of stone and glass. “Oh God… oh God, Caleb…” she choked, squeezing her eyes shut. “Don’t fight it!” His voice thundered through the storm. “The wind carries you safer than the ground ever could!” The world twisted, then blurred, Tempest Step. In a blink, they were no longer above the courtyard but hurtling forward through a rushing tunnel of air, clouds swirling past so close she could almost touch them. Lightning crackled in the distance, echoing in her bones. Caleb was the eye of the storm, calm, controlled, every shift of his hand carving the winds around them like a sculptor molding clay. S

“Ma’am, Mr. Ferdinand Magellan is here to pick you up for the company tour. Sir Alex instructed that you’ll be meeting him today.” Celine hesitated for a moment, then rose to her feet. “Alright. Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.” She changed into a simple but elegant outfit - black trousers, a cream blouse, and a matching blazer. She tied her hair neatly and applied light makeup, masking the turmoil underneath. As she stepped out of the room and descended the grand staircase, she rehearsed her composure like a shield. She wouldn’t let anyone, not even Alex, sense the storm brewing within her.

She wore her mask perfectly — every smile, every gentle word, every look designed to disarm. Taylor isn’t a fool. Not anymore. I would find out who she really was. Even if it destroyed me in the process. Celeste (Astrid’s POV) I stood by the window, watching the storm crawl across the horizon. The clouds were bruised shades of gray and gold, swollen with rain. Sharp and fleeting lightning split the sky, painting everything in white fire. Fitting, I thought. Grey Moon Park was on the edge of its own storm. And I was the one holding the match.

I ask, and I find my voice has come out as almost a whisper. "I didn't mean to startle you," he says, and I see his eyes flicker over my body, even in the half-dark. "I just thought you might want to know it's not a full moon yet. In case that's important for your shot." His voice is low, almost a growl and it sends a tingle up my spine. "Oh thanks," I murmur, an inexplicable thrill racing through my body as I gaze at him. "But it's a series I'm working on - the title is Incomplete." At this I see a wry smile break out on his face.

The roar of collapsing stone drowned nearly everything—everything but Tori's scream. I turned just in time to see her standing in the center of the chaos, her hair fanned like white fire, eyes blazing molten gold. Celeste stood opposite her, half-shadow, half flame, her body flickering in and out of the void as if she was both there and not there at all. The air around them split with pressure, like the world itself was caught between their wills.

“Death is what will set these people free. That is the only mercy you can afford them.” A loud boom sounded, shaking the very foundation of the house. The crystal chandelier above our heads trembled and shook. Azrael spun around and peered through the curtains once more, “It’s just a storm.” It was Ulrich that paused, “That ain’t no storm. That’s Cielo.” Cielo, God of the Sky, and father to Ozul. “No, that’s not possible.” Orion snorted, his fair hair glowing beneath the light of his flames. “Cielo sticks to his domain. He rarely ever leaves.”

Theo replied right away. "Lead the way." My mate ordered and prepared to leave but Aziel disturbed him quickly. "I want to come with you too... I'm curious to see what kind of rogue is he. This should be exciting!!" Aziel exclaimed excitedly, his eyes shining with excitement and curiosity and it made him look exactly like what his voice sounded; an excited little girl!! 'What the heck! Is he a girl or a boy?!!' I shouted in my mind, utterly surprised with what I had to see.