Discord X Celestia Novels & Stories

MALPHAUS. Christopher dusted the blood on his shirt, and scrambled to rise from the marble floor. He landed right back, his knees cracked, echoing through the entire council hall. His palms slapped the stone as he crawled forward and clutched the hem of Celestia’s black dress. “Celestia… baby… please, don’t do this,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. Fresh tears carved clear lines on his lined face. “We thought out everything. You swore you would. Don’t cast me aside now.”

Second position would go to the telepaths, and the most desired and feared of all, psychometrics, both of which I believe have slipped through his fingers in one single form. It is widely known that the Celestial pack had gifts above and beyond what was expected in a werewolf. Tales have been told and passed down for centuries about the Moon Goddess favouring that one pack above all others and gifting them with powers derived from her own. I am not one for tales and bedtime stories, but from what I have seen in my lifetime it seems that the fanciful fables had some element of truth to them.

I gestured toward the general direction where I assumed Damian was, hidden by his guards. “This is Celeste, my Luna.” He shoved his hand out of his little shield and took Celeste’s. “Ah… young and full of life, I see. The mighty Alpha couldn’t have chosen better. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, milady.” I pictured him bowing behind the facade. “Same.” Celeste smiled and gently pulled her hand away, tucking it into mine almost immediately. I smiled down at her. “Young love.” Damian sighed dramatically. “I am off to find a circle that suits my interests. I wish you two everlasting strength and blessings.”

"This is blasphemy! Go get the Alpha. His little mate is throwing a tantrum again." "Blasphemy?" I scoffed. "Ninety-nine failed marking ceremonies—that's blasphemy against the Moon Goddess!" As expected, the council hall door was soon thrown open. Kaelen stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, clearly having run all the way. "What's going on?" He looked around, his gaze finally landing on me. "Lyra, what are you doing? What's with the outfit?" I straightened my back, looking him directly in the eye. "I am requesting to dissolve our destined mate bond, Kaelen. I am leaving the Blackrock pack."

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

I have never had anything like this before soon my plate was empty because I was so impatient to consume it all. After my amazing dinner. I decided to go and get some fresh air. "Dad I'll be outside for a while" I informed my dad and left with a juice in my hand. It was dark but the brightness of the moon shined making the garden even more captivating. I sighed and walked around enjoying the fresh air and the moon but suddenly something hit me. 'The note' I remembered... I remembered how someone had written soulmates aren't found but made... those words came flashing in my eyes making me feel the depths of them. I was still thinking how could a person explain it so clearly.. when I saw her..

Kade snorted and agreed with me. Selene was known to be very crafty when it came to arranging her chess pieces on the board. Look at all she did to bring Kade and I together and everything she did for me time and again. Then there was Dark Moon. The different species integrating. So on and so forth. “Do you know much about Celestials?” she asked us. I shook my head no because we definitely did not. Dante was kind of busy elsewhere, so he was of little help at the moment.

Engraved at the blade's handle were several ancient characters—Hellblade. As Adrian picked up the weapon, Caleb began to turn away. "Wait," Adrian spoke up, "What's the relationship between Morning Star and Celestia?" "It's a temporary cooperative arrangement. The Celestria Restorationists are affluent, so they reached out to us. They hired me in exchange for a three-year right to use the Stellaris," Caleb explained somberly.

Darius “I can’t wait to see them,” Celestria laughs while retouching her lip gloss, eyes flicking toward the door like she’s rehearsing a line for a performance she’s dying to nail. I just nodded, arms folded, jaw tight. “Why are we even doing this?” “Because I wanna know her better,” she replies casually, dragging the gloss across her bottom lip. “And he just happens to be a bonus.” She meant Azaic. Of course. Everyone always means Azaic.

"I am the last of the old world, Dad. I am the memory of what the Sterlings wanted to be. But I can't stay." ​"Why not?" I asked, reaching for her. ​"Because the frequency is still fading," Celeste said, looking at the sky. "The 'Wild' is going back to sleep. And once it’s gone, the bridge between where I am and where you are will close forever. I only came to tell you one thing." ​She looked at Rowan, who was staring at her with wide, brown eyes.