Ciel Tempest Novels & Stories

she instructed in the steadiest voice she could muster. This situation had no grey area. Once they had done it, they were almost finished. Celeste, proud of her identity and always upholding fairness, found all that meaningless now. All she could do was execute every possible remedial action and then leave the rest to fate. Celeste conducted the meeting while continuously refreshing the news pages with her mouse. "Opulent Prowl Model is part of the Brightstar Council Member" Another bomb exploded on the internet. Celeste quickly typed "Brightstar Council" into the search engine.

Wait, don’t tell me… “Celestial Realm Augmentation: Rocky Pasture of a Raging Bull.” Deborah touched the ground as she strongly pressed it with her palms. The earth opened and Caya’s Celestial Realm slowly broke into pieces. The entirety of the school quadrangle rose up and suspended on the mid air. Then, gigantic rock spikes enveloped the sky, leaving only a small opening like a volcano’s crater. There were only four people here— I, Coazen, Angel, Caya and Deborah.

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger

The sky above the ridge did not just storm; it fractured. Tala stood at the epicenter of the cataclysm, her palms still pressed flat against the ancient granite table. The sheer velocity of the wind she was commanding tore at her clothes, pulling her spun-copper hair into a wild, halos-like cloud of fire and static electricity. Blue lightning danced across her collarbone, tracing the veins in her arms as she poured every ounce of her immortal soul into holding the ceiling of the world from collapsing.

I don't think I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful. The professor clears her throat as she scans the room. Her gaze falling on mine just along enough to make my skin crawl. Something flashing in her eyes that I don't quite recognize as she continues to scan the room. Weird. "I am Professor Cecillia Starling. This is my bonded, Aries," she says as she gestures to the moon serpent who has now taken place alongside where she stands. She continues, "Yes, I possess gifts granted to me by Aries. No, I will not be telling you my gifts. My job is to simply teach you everything you need to know about the bonds."

"In front of everyone. Cameras rolling. The whole world watching Vincent Torres choose worthless, invisible Anastasia Ashford." "Except I'm not Anastasia," I say, and the words feel stronger now. "I'm Celeste Moretti." "Exactly." Vincent's eyes shine with approval. "So wear something that shows it. Something fantastic. Something expensive. Something that makes you look like the billionaire heiress you are." "I don't have anything like that." Vincent pulls out his phone, types something quickly. "You will by tomorrow morning. I'm sending a stylist to you at eight AM. She'll bring everything you need."

she continued, her tone growing more venomous. "Why are you saying these things to me?" Abigail asked, her voice trembling. "To be honest, I don't like you. The moment I saw you, your striking red hair pissed me off. And to top it off, you wore the Crimson Fate. Don't you know who I am? I am Celes, the rumored fiancée of Edward Ulrick. And you? Who are you?" Celes's words were like daggers, each one aimed to wound. She looked Abigail up and down with a sneer, making Abigail flinch and feel small under her scrutinizing gaze.

“This baby of yours is merely telling the truth, so why are you getting worked up, Mom? It’s not like you consider my twin’s scandalous affairs to be some sort of embarrassment. In fact, you actually support him, do you?” “That is not true, Ciel. Take that back.” Clarice’s nose flared. Her jaws were clenched, and so were her fists. Her face has turned red as well, an indication of how angry she was. It’s like she has already completely forgotten to check her composure, which Ciel found to be so amusing as it has been so long since she last saw her mother lose her composure. The last time was when they found out that Ciel is a recessive omega.

She reached out, and her Spiral screamed. Selena answered with light, her Spiral flaring in a storm of golden arcs. The ground split, the temple’s center torn into a spiraling void. Above them, constellations flickered and collapsed, reacting to the clash of impossible truths. Selena raised both hands, her power striking the twin’s like thunder colliding with silence. And in the storm between them, she saw every path that could have been.

On a dewy morning, Shen Shen was walking alone on the paths of the Holy Light Sect. Her journey was stopped when she saw a variety of peach blossoms falling and made the scene look like it was raining peach blossoms. A stunning sight then made Shen Shen scream for help because as she recalled, she was walking on the wet grass that was not overgrown with peach blossoms. "Where is this?! Someone help me….!”