Ciel Tempest Novels & Stories

“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.”

As Tempest continued to put distance between them, Rian's pace quickened, his muscles rippling as he closed the gap between them. ‘At a fraction of this pace, she far bypasses the speed of at least her entire class. No one has seen what she is truly capable of,’ Kalmin said, a hint of awe in his tone. ‘She likes it that way. If they did, they’d hate her. A hybrid with this much power? It’s enough to make anyone jealous.’ Tempest paused at a small puddle to take a drink, her body lithe and fluid as she bent to lap at the water. The sight of her, so effortlessly powerful and yet delicate in the same moment, made Nuri's heart race.

Tempest whispered, and it snapped me back. I pulled away and looked straight into those vibrant, beautiful eyes I’d fallen hard for. “I know you saw what I did. I don’t understand it, but I want to learn to control it. I’m not afraid… if you’re with me.” “I will be.” I cupped her cheeks in my rough hands. “We have to find out where you come from. That woman isn’t from this realm, and I’ve got a feeling you aren’t either, Tempest.” “She talked about a world beyond the Dark Forest. She called it the Veil… She said I had Venefrix blood... have you heard of that race?”

“That’s her.” Tyler blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s Celeste Valora. She’s signed under my label.” “Your world is rotten through with sin,” Caius replied darkly. “Even your stars glow because something hungers through them.” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You talk too much like a priest, you know that? Pride talking about sins when his sin himself.”

The wind at the top of the Eiffel Tower didn’t howl. It whispered. Like the voices of thousands of Flameborne ancestors, watching the girl with silent judgment. Cassia stood alone on the glowing sigil drawn across the floor, her hair rippling in the wind like ink across silk. She didn’t flinch when the first challenger stepped forward, a woman with skin the color of frost and eyes like burning stars. “Name yourself,” Nova called from the edge. “I am Seraphine the Tempest,” the woman replied. “Sentinel of Ice, Guardian of Silence.”

Celeste, you are a fool. "Celeste? Celeste?"

"Scarlett." ******

The rain crashed into the sea like droplets sizzling upon a scalding oil pan. Nearly all the true immortals, along with the quasi-royal celestials locked in combat, raised their gazes to the heavens. Among them, Wilbur—the prodigy of the Clear Wind Sect who was ranked fifth on the True Dragon Board—gazed upon the descending blood rain with a mixture of horror and astonishment. His scalp tingle, and he muttered to himself, "Now I understand how you've earned the favor of our royal celestials. You hardly unleashed your full might when you dealt with Robyn the last time around!"

It is hard to imagine that any living being would have survived or that any infrastructure would have withstood the impact. Peter interrupts my gloomy thoughts, “So, what’s your prognosis on our current position, Ingoran?” “The parallel storm will dissipate, then we’ll limp towards Earth and hope our boosters will give us the capacity to bring us down to the surface in one piece.” Ingoran gives a hollow laugh. “Or at least the piece that remains intact.” I search his mind for any glimmer of hope but find none. “I’m really sorry about your companions,” Ashmor says sympathetically.

The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, the energy palpable as Celeste prepared to face the dark forces that held Divan captive. Celeste was a striking figure, her presence commanding and her aura radiating with ancient wisdom. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, contrasting against her ebony robes. Her eyes held a depth that spoke of experiences beyond mortal comprehension, and her voice carried a melodic quality that brought a sense of calm amidst the storm. Alpha Bastien assured us she could do this, that her coven was one of the strongest and most powerful in the country. I believed his words at first, but now as I watch her still struggling and looking at