Princess Celestia Figure Novels & Stories

“You’re mine now. My loyal servant.” He bows with a grimace, necklace still smoldering in his hand. “What now, Your Highness? You can’t wear it. It burns you. If anyone sees that… they’ll know the truth.” Celestia smiles. Dark. Vicious. “The real one was never meant for me,” she says smoothly. “But I’ll create a perfect replica. Flawless. Down to the weight, the glow, the way it wraps around a throat.” She reaches out and runs a gloved finger along the necklace’s edge, careful not to touch the warrior’s burned hand.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

The castle's halls are adorned with tapestries woven from celestial threads, depicting celestial beings and celestial events, their vibrant colors seemingly alive with movement. At the heart of the kingdom sits Queen Estella, a regal figure with a crown adorned with stardust crystals that reflect the light of a thousand galaxies. Her long flowing hair, the color of the midnight sky, cascades around her, lending an air of mystery and grace. Queen Estella possesses an innate connection to the cosmos, her presence resonating with the celestial energies that infuse the kingdom.

Jeneva tried to look normal but she starts trembling that made Finesia confused. "Who?" she asked. "The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus."

Their attention focused on one particular woman. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Elegant posture. Flowers of every imaginable color bloomed around her. Even Grey recognized her immediately. The Rainbow Flower Goddess. "Celeste." Cedric brightened at Grey. "Excellent eye, Your Majesty." The diplomat gestured proudly. "Lady Celeste is considered our greatest treasure." Rainbow-colored flowers drifted through the air around her. Beautiful. Rare. Powerful. Grey immediately understood why kingdoms coveted her. The bids would be absurd. A second woman occupied a nearby garden. Red hair. Red dress. Surrounded by roses. Hundreds of them. Crimson blooms covered pathways, arches, and fountains alike.

Unfortunately, she cannot bring Celeste along, as it is safer here. “Mommy~” A little fairy emerged from a huge castle set up in the living room. The purple fairy wings bounced as Celeste ran towards her mother while holding a golden fairy wand. She playfully stopped in front of Cecilia and curtsied gracefully. “Greetings, Princess Cecilia, my name is Fairy Celeste, and I’m here to grant you a wish!” “Whatever you wish for, I, the pretty Fairy Celeste, can grant it!” Celeste elegantly twirled before pointing the wand at Cecilia.

"Yes, it's indeed fortunate that Mr. Prince wasn't deceived. However, over the past few days, the Royal Citadel has been questioning the servants of Harmony Palace. One of the junior stewards revealed that Celeste had recently inquired about the Earl of Silverstone's preferences. "She said that since she couldn't get to Mr. Prince, she might as well target the Earl of Silverstone directly. She reported this to Eleanor, who approved it. Celeste even bribed one of the servants from your residence to gather information about Marshal Prince's preferences. Now, Celeste has left the capital, and I suspect she is heading to the Southern Frontier."

Celeste: “No. I’ve come to rewrite it.” The crown flares bright enough to blind. The First Wizard actually takes a step back. One: “Impossible. The crown is—” Celeste: “Mine. And it’s staying where it is. In my heart. Beating for the people I love.” My crew steps off the plane behind me. Fire. Coyote. Fox. Oni. Monk. One queen. Celeste: “Now… let’s talk about how Shambhala is going to help me use it.”

I scanned through them until I reached one dated November 22, 1998. "The witch has told me that there may be a way to lift the curse. She spoke of a princess from the neighboring pack, one with pure blood, descended from the Moon Goddess herself. If I wed her and sacrificed her under a full moon, I could be free. But I must bide my time and gain her trust." My heart skipped a beat. A princess of pure blood… Who was that princess?

she said, her voice low but steady. Victoria glanced at her, searching her face—not to question her decision, but just to check that she was really okay. Celeste managed a small, genuine smile. “But first… I want to go back to that table.” Together, they returned to the charm booth. Celeste stepped up to the table and found the little silver moon with the snowflake crystals still waiting where she’d left it. It shimmered like fresh frost in the sunlight. Her hand trembled just slightly as she reached for it again—but this time, she didn’t hesitate.