Constellation Curtain Novels & Stories

Astraea explained and the blood in Aurora's body went cold as she sat frozen in shock staring at Astrea not being able to believe her ears at the moment? " Wi....wit....with...witness" Aurora stuttered in shock. " Don't worry. They will be staying behind the curtains and won't be able to see anything. They'll only hear and see everything vaguely through the curtain and will walk out after few minutes after they're assured that you both have mated. It's a necessary ritual and can't be avoided. I know you must be feeling afraid but trust me you won't even realize if anyone is there or not" Astraea hurriedly explained trying to console Aurora who's face is turned pale.

An immense surge of anger. /Um Alpha I think the Luna might be a tad pissed. Uilleam/ /Holy shit. Niven/ /She should not be out of bed. Me/ /Well son she is, and shit is about to get very real as you boys say. Dad/ I looked up to see my dark princess floating two feet off the ground. Savannah was still standing there with her swords in a defensive stance. Remember how I said it was dark as we got closer to the hospital before, well now I could barely see a foot in front of me.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She used to join her absolutely everywhere, being tied up as sisters are. Despite all, now the girls felt good, healthy, they spent time on the roof gazing at the mass of stars, competing in imagining interesting creatures up there. “Here's a pony”, said one of them. It was Dorothy pointing at a constellation. “It's more like a ... I think it's Capricorn's constellation,” Elizabeth replied. Suddenly there appeared a small pony, made of a little balloon taken out of a toy circle with unicorn shape. On top of that, it was also lit up, as if that constellation from heaven came down and took life in that pony just created.

Only now the sunrise is ours. Remy is already on the porch swing that still smells like his grandmother, coffee in one hand, my waist in the other. I’m wearing his old Calder-Tsatoke hoodie and nothing else, legs thrown over his lap, rings catching the light every time we move. The new constellation above us (blackbird carrying sun, coyote tracks, dragon wings, fox tails, book pages, tiny black holes) has been officially named by the university: The Court of the Unbroken Storm.

The whole scene felt like a dream, a perfect blend of elegance and luxury, set against nature’s most beautiful canvas—the endless horizon of the ocean. The pavilion itself was a masterpiece. It was draped in flowing white fabric, which swayed lightly in the evening breeze, with intricate gold detailing catching the soft light. The ceiling was adorned with sparkling chandeliers, each one casting a warm glow across the entire space. Their crystal pendants refracted the light in every direction, creating a shimmering effect that made the room feel both expansive and intimate at the same time. It was as if the very stars had descended to join the celebration.

He was just trying to butter me up and make me vulnerable, but I wasn't ready for that yet, not with someone who was just a one-night makeout session and not on a test night. "You have to reach star status before you can have access to that kind of information," I said. "Right now you're just a blade of grass, maybe a cattail in a meadow." "Ouch," Callan groaned with mock offense. He grabbed his chest and pretended to have been hit. But after that, he didn't ask again. When we reached the end of the path, we were right along the edge of the sound. "Despite all the extra light pollution, we're still able to see some constellations. Cassiopeia is up there at this time of year," Callan said, po

--- 8:41 PM — Neighborhood Rooftop, Near Central Canal The night fell softly. No breeze, but the sky was clear enough for stars to twinkle through softly. Kids pointed with plastic straws, mapping constellations over the canal. A youth drew them on an extra sheet of plywood, designating a map mural for tomorrow. A grandmother followed her finger across the sky. "That one," she said, "is the net we stretched across windows when the storms hit." "What does it catch?" a boy asked. "Not rain," she said. "Maybe memory.

I take a step back and look down at the head, then the corpse. The glass shards from the barrier all rain down now. I use my arm to block them from getting into my eyes. The sound they create has a melodic note that reminds me of the Menae all singing together. I stand still, letting them cut into my skin. When they finally stop, I look up. I don’t know where the light source for the throne room comes from, but the night sky above us is filled with foreign constellations. The stars seem to move in an elegant dance of their own accord. I imagine Kas telling a story and using magic to make the constellations move at her will.

It is the same painting that evokes a tender memory when he contemplates it: a special work of art, a testimony of a crazy, lived, and unique day. He removed the white cloth that covered it, discovering a beautiful design painted with light and dark colors. A starry sky, the same drawing that Athena had behind her ear: the Leo constellation, but intertwined with Scorpio. Both constellations united the stars into one, forming a symmetrical connection, delicately outlined on that canvas.