Ciel Tempest Novels & Stories

"Because that's the first place the king will look. And if he finds me there, he will think I planned it with my father. He will destroy Lukhaya. I don't want my father to lose his legacy for my sake." Cecilia released a disappointed sigh. "There really is no way around it." The weather changed and the girls were surprised. "It's not even the rainy season yet." Gelia stood to go watch from the window. "It's getting darker," Xylia commented, watching from her position on the bed as naked as she could be. "I wonder what sort of strange weather this is," Gelia said, observing the heavy wind and the angry clap of thunder. There was a streak of lightning across the sky. Within seconds, the earth

Blair hissed through clenched teeth, shoving forward. Celeste’s grip tightened around Blair’s wrist. “You never had the right to touch it.” She twisted, flipping Blair over her shoulder. The impact cracked the floor. Blair coughed, rolled, and threw a charm stone that burst in a puff of white fire. Celeste shielded her face, the heat licking her arm. Through the smoke, Blair’s smile gleamed, cruel and gleeful. “You think you’re special because you were chosen?” she spat. “You’re nothing but a mistake.”

“Traitor in the Inner Circle.” Lucien’s mother. Isolde Nerezza. Only a few of us even knew she was a source for Emberbound. “This isn’t some skirmish test,” Nora said. “It’s bigger.” Event. The word settled like stone in my chest. “What kind of event?” Elias replied instead of me. Cool, collected, hands stuffed in the pockets of his slim black coat. “One that will require strength,” he continued. “Specifically stormborn and sky-called alignments.” Iris went stiff next to me.

His fury was still there, thick and violent, but now it had to fight for dominance with something he disliked even more than rage. Respect. Not warm. Not kind. Not surrendering in any way that mattered. But recognition. Celeste had become the kind of problem that could not be dismissed with divine anger alone. The tide rolled in, not rushing, but deliberate. Foamy white water climbed the shore and stopped just short of her boots, as if the ocean itself were waiting for instruction. The golden electricity in her hair crackled softly, then steadied, hanging in the air around her like a living halo.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Do you feel that, Queen? The way the sky wants to break for you?" Silas stood at the mouth of the cavern, his scarred silhouette framed by a sudden, violent flash of lightning. The storm had come out of nowhere, a tempest of black clouds and screaming winds that tore through the Whisperpine Forest. Rhea stood deep in the shadows of the cave, her breath hitching as the thunder rumbled in her very bones. The Hex of Desire, amplified by the raw, chaotic energy of the storm, was no longer a dull ache; it was a rhythmic thrumming in her blood that demanded to be answered.

I told Falcon about the conversation I just had with James, and what he expected of me. “You’re screwed,” Falcon said, and laughed as I drove home. I parked the Jeep and looked at Falcon as we got out of the car. “Just don’t do anything stupid with Tala. You should know Levi’s her dad,” I said, and he looked almost afraid. “Shit. Really?” I had to smile. “Really. Tala is the only female badass of this pack, and the only daughter of Levi Sinclair.” Falcon dragged his hands through his hair. “Okay, we’re both screwed. You were right.”

she thought. She looked at Thalia, who didn't break apart from her mate, and it tore her inside. As soon as Thalia separated from her mate, Lydia smelled it. She recognized the fragrance of bluebells and snow saints—it was coming from Thalia. She sniffed at herself, not wanting anyone to see her. She smelled of honeysuckle, which was Thalia's scent. “She is wearing our scent,” Circe said. “I don't know how, but it…”

John is usually by her side, and the other summit companions follow her. They see Horsey disguising himself as the angel Lucifer, while his accomplice is acting like a mermaid with fishtails and half a gorgeous lady. In front of all the rebels, Horsey and his female companion are attempting to have sex when a blaze of flames erupts, turning into a swirling multicolored radiance that resembles glitter. The spot light is attached to the top with an electrical generator that supports energy charges for highly developed messages, according to the young rebel organization.

Zorien’s POV. - “For a naive and plain girl, you have rather weird tastes, pup.” The way her eyes sparkle in merriment and awe as she stares at Storm moves something within me. I watch Ciel help her get onto his horse and keep my eyes on them all through their ride. It’s vexing to just watch them go at it. What does he see in her? He doesn’t even know what she is and yet he- tch. “What the hell are you busy doing with my horse, pup? Are you testing your magic on him? You’re only making fun of yourself-”

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema