House Celtigar Novels & Stories

Mia pointed out, watching as Chance carefully freed his beard and chest hair. “Take him to his grandpa.” Chance grinned at Ryder. Shrugging his shoulders, Ryder accepted the infant. “What’s up, squirt?” With that settled, Chance and Rye followed Celt over to his families building. Anthony and Tilly and Bass and Johanna also followed in their rental cars. Bass also had his lawyer with him. On the elevator ride up, Celt explained that his parents were already at the office. “The bottom half of the building is offices. We rent out the lower five floors and have the law firm on the sixth and seventh floors. The rest of the building is apartments that the family can use. My parents have the top t

The thought was unbearable. "How do we find House Keltos?" he asked, his voice barely audible. The male vendor laughed again. "You don't just 'find' House Keltos, high elf. They're one of the five ruling houses. Their estate occupies an entire island in the eastern quarter." The female dark elf slid from behind her stall, moving toward Eliad with a predatory grace. "I could take you there," she offered, her fingertips brushing his arm. "For a price, of course."

*** The evening air was caressing as I crossed the manor, leaving behind the pleasure house, moving past the tavern toward the fighting grounds at the estate’s rear. The estate was alive with many activities. The workers were rushing, the clients were arriving, and coins were exchanging hands. As I passed, heads bowed. Workers scrambled to move aside, then peeked from the shadows to watch me. Most of them have never seen me up close. I have never stayed this long in any of my holdings. The Cel’theren Empire was a vast enterprise that stretched across all Urekai lands and beyond. I have always kept myself in motion, overseeing my holdings but never staying long.

Real. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, a whisper lingered: Nothing in the Citadel happens by accident. Citadel, Sector 5 Underrings The hauler screeched to a halt, and Samuel dragged Abigail out into steam and shadows. Sector 5 was nothing like the towers above. Pipes rattled overhead, walls wept condensation, and workers trudged through narrow alleys under the ever-watchful hum of drones. “This is paradise?” Samuel muttered. “No,” Abigail said flatly. “This is the part they hide.”