Evil Celestia Novels & Stories

Celeste slowly shook her head. “No.” Lucien looked at her. “What?” “I said no.” She stepped toward the console. “I refuse to choose.” Marcus glanced at the countdown. “Celeste, we have ninety seconds.” “I know.” “Then what exactly are you planning?” Celeste studied the interface. “Eve was designed by scientists.” Marcus frowned. “Yes.” “Scientists make assumptions.” “Obviously.” “They assumed the subject would obey the protocol.” Marcus stared at her. “You're going to exploit a loophole.”

Crown flaring bright—violet lightning crawling the walls harmless, just enough to short their targeting systems and fry nearby cameras. **Celeste (voice calm, carrying authority):** “Celeste Tsatoke. Storm Queen. Blood Wizard. The one who’s been fighting your war in the void for months. I’m here to speak to whoever’s in charge. Earth is under attack—your cities are burning. You going to shoot me, or let me help save our world?” Silence stretches. Rifles waver. Lasers flicker off. A colonel pushes through the line—older, hard eyes, USSF insignia polished.

"Necromancy...?" Cecilia sneered as she thought inside her mind, '...do you...forget... that God is on our side...?' Suddenly a giant black eye appeared in the dark sky. Cecilia opened her mouth, laughing without her tongue intact. "WAHAHAHAHAHA!" ---- Note:

“That’s life for me, it was surrounded by positive energy!” “Tsk, after some hours' darkness will color it out.” I made a pout. “And that’s fine, after 12 hours, the sun will still shine!” What? She turned her gaze at me and played with my cheeks, “That’s the things we cannot control Stella, only the deity can. But as I’ve said, after the long wait, the sun will still rise up meaning, we are still alive. Instead of questioning why life is unfair, why you have many scars and such, why don’t you try to appreciate life a little easier? After all, we are all humans, we’ll be born, and we’ll die as well.” she paused.

Haneul expressed, his fingers forming a steeple in front of him. He'd thought the attack to be strange right away, and he still could not figure out who was behind it. As non-immortal demi-angels, the Nephilim could not travel between dimensions. Their bodies were defective, a circumstance that was a direct consequence of having a celestial soul get tainted with human essence. It was similar to what was happening to LJ, except the Nephilim carried it with them since the day they were born. As the abominable result of the union between humans and angels.

said Monic explaining to Eva. "It's not that big brother but this person yesterday really looked really annoying but now looks like the weakest person in the world, he must be a very strange person" Eva said and shortly there was Monic's voice laughing. "Hahaha Eva Eva, you turned out to be funny" said Monic teasing Eva "Uhh, brother I really want to tease me" Eva said … On the continent of Antarctica. You can see 2 Global Elites with several subordinate soldiers of the General and Soldiers who come with the Global Elites to Antarctica trapped by ice cubes which make their feet unable to move and they are also seen who are trying to be killed by King Oannes, the King of the Fish Demon.

She clutched her temples, feeling a little disoriented. "This is not your world," "You are in Ceastrerion." Asmia murmured lightly so as not to startle Eleanor. "Ceastre- what? I don’t understand at all." Because of what was going on, Eleanor felt like her head was going to burst. The information presented to her was barely convincing. “This has occurred to you for reasons I don't understand, but I'm eager to help you find out. “ "What exactly do you mean when you say I'm not in my world? What is this world?" Eleanor could hardly believe her ears. For her, everything appears too hazy.

it whispered Her door burst open, Micheal Gordon rushing in "Were you hurt by the earthquake?!" Came his voice seemingly faraway "Dalia!, Dalia!" he calls shaking her Her mind raced, faraway from him and his voice, her mind wondering just what the fuck was going on †† Axel Stone He watched his twin brother, his body reacting too the pull of her, their goddess's power causing their cocks to stir "She's close" Darren said "You feel it too don't you?" "you know I fucking do" He said breathily "she needs us!"

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

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.