Lucy Celestial Spirit Novels & Stories

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

Lord Kira said, going to meet him, collecting his sword from him. "I will tell you," Dean finally said. "For you to understand, I will start from the beginning." he added and sat down on his bed and patted the bed. Kira sat down quietly. "I am listening to you, Dean," she said. "When Kudarma and Ashland were still one, we have priestesses and seers that communicate with the gods, the Elves and the Dwarfs, but there are three who are the most gifted and they are called the Elites. And they are, Adaoh, Sarah and Phoenix," Emperor Dean said and took a deep breath before releasing it. "One day, I went strolling with my guards. I was looking outside the window through my carriage when I saw her.

FLASHBACK 8 The female creature in the garden played around the green fields with no care in the world and with no idea that over a million spirits were watching her, especially their head. The most fascinated spirit and the most annoyed. Lucifer watched her jump around with a floating creature on the air. It’s appearance was very strange, it basically had no head just a pair of small colorful wings. The ability of the creature to survive without a head was beyond Lucifer’s mind. As the female jumped around, the two large lumps on her chest danced with her and Lucifer struggled greatly not to look at them.

“Miss Angela, can you still hear me? We’ll bring you to the hospital now…” “Lucifer… please save Lucifer… please…” The next thing I knew, I already passed out… Lucy’s POV Where the hell is Lucifer again? He didn’t attend our class again and I’m sure he’s in that company where Angela works at again. When will he stop chasing after that bitch?! What’s in her that he can’t see in me when I’m far better than that woman in every sense! “Hey, Lucy Chasung.”

Everybody. Anger licked at the borders of my control as my chest constricted. "You want me to set you and the people who attempted to overthrow me free." The same individuals that spilled blood among my group. With narrowed eyes, he spat, "And you're asking me to save your Luna." "If you're intelligent, you'll see that we're the only ones who can get you close enough to accomplish it." Lucien, Ronan, and Kieran were brothers once. In my dungeon, spirits are now chained.

Or were they just stupid? "I hope I am also like her. Full of privilege that she forgot what role she needs to fulfill." It wasn’t Cynthia this time; it was a couple of newly sprouted she-wolves, acting like they were something special. For all I knew, they were omegas. I didn’t have a problem with omegas generally, but the way these two were behaving made me question their worth. They acted as if they were above their rank, and I couldn't help but feel disdain.

"Your Majesty, this is so bad. You've got to do something about this." "We have to do something about this!" I corrected it. Lucinda was my Personal Assistant, she's a moon spirit and second-in-command to me, a best friend and more. I always told her all of my decisions and most of the time we sat down to have friendly chats, at other times serious discussions took place.

She’d think she was the luckiest person on earth, getting two girly, gossipy conversations out of me in just as many days. Not for the first time, I wished Leah knew about us supernaturals. She would be the perfect person to dissect what Isaac meant, down to the tone, tense, and inflection. But, there was no way to fill her in on the drama without the ‘I’m a werewolf, he’s a lycan, and there’s a prophecy that keeps changing about us’ part.

When we got home, Lucius helped Lucy into the master bedroom because she was carsick and nauseated. While he busied himself in the kitchen preparing a meal she could stomach, I retreated to the guest room and unzipped my suitcase. I packed the rest of my things, including every document I needed. Just as I was about to leave, Lucy appeared in my doorway. She was holding a dark glass bottle, casually rubbing essential oils onto her arms while looking down her nose at me. "Diana, are you actually leaving this time, or is this just another cry for attention? Like all the other times? It's pathetic, really. I'm almost due, and you're still hoping for Lucius to go through with that marking ceremo

"Today is a monumental day in our history. I am stepping down from my position, and I am officially passing the Alpha title to my son, Derek. Before I hand over the absolute power of this pack, Derek must complete the mating ceremony to find his destined Luna to rule by his side." The crowd cheered loudly, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in excitement. Stepping forward, Derek raised his hands to quiet the cheering pack members. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, clearly searching the air to find the specific scent of his destined mate. Standing perfectly still near the back, arms crossed over my chest, I waited for the inevitable moment. Derek opened his