Ciel Tempest Novels & Stories

Asher adds to the confusion Coral had already created in my head. " Turns out they're not extinct if our Lysa here is one of them.” "You don't even know if whatever you read is true or even related to me,” I point out, frustrated at yet another dead end. Coral rolls her eyes. " Of course it does! The magic you used yesterday was beyond intense. You wouldn't be trending on ARCADIA'S LATEST if it wasn't.” “Why don't you ask Kareal for help? He's the most sensible amongst your mates," Coral blurts out and Asher immediately turns his gaze to me.

Celeste’s bare feet slapped against the cold stone floor of the corridor, her nightgown fluttering around her legs as she ran. The vision still clung to her like frost on skin. The endless snow, the biting wind, the distant beacon of golden light calling to her through the blizzard. Her chest heaved, lungs burning, but she didn’t slow down. The bond in her heart pulled gently toward Kaelan, warm and steady, but right now it was Seraphine she needed. Seraphine, with her true sight and centuries of knowledge preserved in the bloodline, was the only one who might make sense of what she had seen.

“It would take weeks.” “Then we don’t go physically,” Tempest says, and she’s suddenly standing tall, looking more entity than human. “I can move us through time. Skip us forward to each seal location. It’ll burn me out completely but it might work.” “Tempest, no…” “Mama, I’m already burning out feeding the Hunger. At least this way I burn out for something important.” She raises her hands and time fractures around all of us. The world blurs. We’re at the Seal of Rage, watching a child trying to claw through it from the inside.

“I’m Celestina, princess of Fleur Kingdom, I can manipulate nature’s power.” “Hi, I’m Angel Sent, princess of Sataria Kingdom, like you… I also have the power of snow,” she said softly. She was very polite. Her voice and features were soft and gentle, like her name. She really looked like an angel. Her eyes and long hair were both blue. It wasn’t surprising that we had the same power. Her mother, the queen of Sataria Kingdom, was a Cadieusian. And only Cadieusians could manipulate the power of ice.

Kael said nothing. He didn’t have to. The bond.....the magnetic pull pulsing through my veins was answer enough. I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance at the cliff's edge. "I can’t do this," I muttered, shaking my head, pacing again like a caged animal. "I am a Storm, Bennett.... Bennett is a Cross, I hate him, we all do." "And he is...... male." Kael reminded, The icing on the cake that made all of this utter rubbish.

As the crowd buzzed with the aftermath of Velarissa and Nymira’s battle, a new ripple of anticipation swept through the arena. The high mage’s voice rang out once more, sharp and clear, laced with enchantment that made it echo across every inch of the coliseum. “Next match—Kaelith of the Skyborn Flame versus Lystrielle, Daughter of Thorns!” Excitement surged instantly. Even among the nobles, the name Kaelith drew respect. A warrior raised among phoenix spirits and storm winds, she wielded air and fire like twin blades. Her eyes held the sky. Her fury could level armies.

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

After catching their breaths, Roxanne rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “You always surprise me.” Ciel said as he traced slow circles along her spine. Smiling sheepishly, she said. “Bad or good?” “Terrifyingly good.” He said in a husky voice. “Terrifyingly? Really?” “You make me terrified because you make me want things I told myself I didn't need. Like peace and stability.” “So no regrets?” She asked as she looked up at him. “None. This is the only part of my life that makes sense.” He said.

"But you need to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be." As Aqua's tears fell like crystalline streams, her pendant pulsed with an otherworldly light, casting a hazy glow that filled the room with an ethereal aura. The turbulent storm of her emotions ignited her latent powers, causing the air to crackle with energy. Outside, the wind howled like a wounded beast, rattling the windows with fierce intensity, while the rain beat against the roof in a relentless downpour. Aunt Cleo's voice cut through the chaos, a beacon of calm amidst the tempest. "Aqua, you must calm down," she urged, her words firm yet gentle.