Novel & Cerita Goddess Celeste

In the coming war, they were lucky to have Corey on thier side. She remembered the day he was born. Red eyes and black writings along his arms and legs. The devil's spawn that's what he was. However, by some miracle the sun goddess was able to neutralize some if the negative power. Of course, she was the goddess of peace, growth and warmth afterall. The water was calm now, purposefully moving the ship at an average speed. It was almost impossible to travel to another realm by sea because of the bitterness of the waters but thankfully, Corey was with them.

"Do you like it? It is said that this was the place where one of the first gods' daughters fell in love with a human. The War God killed her after she..." "After she gave birth to a daughter. Celestia." "How do you know that?" he asks, confused. "Well, remember when I told you that I am a Guardian of...?" "... of Celestia! You were talking about Celestia?" he asks, looking at me with wide eyes. "Yeah! Evolet is a descendant of her!" "Then, you should know about her sister, our Goddess, Selene, the Moon Goddess." I shake my head. "I don't! We know that Celestia was a single kid."

Just before the Moon Goddess disappeared She saw the porch lights come on as Nezerra, Mack, and Ashur came running out. “Felan, are you ok? What are you doing out here?” Nezerra said as he approached her. “I was speaking with the Moon Goddess. After what happened last night, I was feeling sad and angry and my heart was hurting. The Moon Goddess helped me understand why some things happen and looked what I did.” She said as the three of them followed her gaze to the freshly bloomed flowers and the tree.

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.

Overhead, the stars shone clear and bright, and though the moon goddess had only once appeared to him at dawn, on the foothills across this very city, though she might be little more than a strange, mighty being from another world, he offered up a prayer anyway. Then, he had begged Mala to protect his brother from Kera when they entered Asgorn to give him strength and guidance, and to let him walk out alive. Then, he had begged the goddess to let him remain with Adolpha, the woman he loved. The goddess had been little more than a sunbeam in the rising dawn, and yet he had felt her smile at him. Tonight, with only the cold fire of the stars for company, he begged her once more.

“Selena, tonight you look as beautiful as the moon goddess!” “Congratulations on turning eighteen! May the Moon Goddess bless you with a powerful and worthy mate!” The fervent cries resounded in the clearing as they enthusiastically called out her name. With her golden curls glowing like molten gold under the moonlight, and the blazing torches roaring on the sides adding a mesmerizing glow to her face, Selena attracted the attention of all the unmated males in the pack. At this moment, as they watched the glowing female receive the flower crown of maturity on her head, every unmated male present ardently prayed to the Moon Goddess to make them the true mate of the beautiful female.

Like she was explaining weather patterns. "Celeste lost her mate while she was carrying Abel's pup and she still stood at the sacred bonfire last night with her head up. She honored the Moon Goddess even through her grief, even through everything fate took from her." Margaret glanced toward Celeste with an expression that was as close to reverence as I had ever seen on her face. "When a she-wolf loses her mate, she loses half her soul. Anyone in this pack will tell you that. And yet there she stood. That is what strength looks like. That is what this pack deserves to see in a Luna." Celeste said nothing. She had opened her magazine and was looking at it with the careful attention of someone

Not today. I closed my eyes. "Nathan, she possesses the power of the Moon Goddess. She needs to be inside right now!" His eyelids flickered for a second and he glanced at her. "No way!" He shook his head. "She's the moon wolf?!" He pointed at her. "Yes listen, Nathan—" "Are you stupid? I thought you were bringing in strays again, but you brought this dangerous hybrid to our doorstep?!" The veins at his neck bulged, threatening to tear out of his flesh.

"Let any who object speak now." "I object." Celeste steps forward from the crowd. She's wearing white like a bride. Her violet eyes are blazing. "This bond is false," she says. "This rogue used dark magic to trap the Princes." "That's a serious accusation," the King says. "Do you have proof?" "Look at her. She's nobody. Nothing. Why would the Moon Goddess bond three Princes to a packless rogue?" Celeste's voice carries through the room. "It's unnatural."

As both consolation and honor, the gods transformed Usha into the dawn, a light that would rise each day to chase away darkness and shadow. Yet the light of Usha was never merely symbolic. It was power itself, a force that could forge warriors and creatures of might. From her essence, the gods later shaped Durga, a goddess of war and justice, and imbued her with weapons of celestial power to strike down the demon whose malice threatened the balance of all life—human and magical alike.