Princess Celestia Novels & Stories

Part of that plan involves harnessing new types of energy, some of which are specific to Elfholm and have been harvested without consent. “She thinks we do not notice our scientists disappearing. She thinks we do not notice our allies growing silent.” His words become hurried, knowing that our dance must end soon. “But why come to me?” I ask. “The Celestial Court keeps its distance from Terran affairs.” “As well you should,” he nods in approval. “But I am not asking you as the Celestial Queen, I am asking you as Princess Stella Daax-Andromeda, daughter of Jana and Deklaan. As the surviving heir, you are by rights the Sun Queen as well--although a Sun Queen without a throne. Your parents were

About how I hadn’t because of an old oath I’d made to Cassandra. And my patience was wearing thin. I set my glass down with a little too much force, letting the sound crack through the room like a warning. "She’s the daughter of the Moonstone Alpha. She’s their rightful Princess. And she’s not going anywhere." Silence settled, thick and tense. Caroline’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue. I could feel Cassandra bristling beside her, words she wanted to say burning on her tongue. I didn’t give her the chance to spit them out.

“You want to know where our faith in Celeste comes from?” Victoria gripped his arm, tension tight in her fingers. “Silas…don’t. They don’t need to know…” “They do,” he said, his gaze locked on hers, steady and resolute. They need to know. And it will shut Blair down for good. He faced the council again, his voice deep and deliberate. “Her name is Celeste Winters. The last Winters heir. The one chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. The bloodline you all thought was gone.”

No wonder she could have everything if her father was still alive. She was once a princess but I will make her the Queen. A queen that is being respected and will be bowed down by her people. Celeste is the greatest warrior of all time. If she wasn’t given the power of light, our Universe won’t cross our path. I will never meet her but thank god! He gave me Celeste, even if I am the worst and most dangerous Lycan King. While drinking the wine in my glass, it was our grand wedding that will happen before she gave birth.

“Of course, grandmother. Thank you for the invitation, but I'm not quite comfortable exploring just yet.” Celestia smiles, her kind eyes reflecting wisdom. “That's perfectly fine, my dear. Sir Luca, could we have a moment?” Luca inclines his head in acknowledgment, and the old woman leads him outside Sera’s room. They walk together to the expansive living room before Celestia finally speaks. “She’s a member of the Purple Pack, isn’t she?” Luca’s eyes darken at her words, and he confidently takes a seat, as though the house belongs to him.

"What did he do to you? Sister, talk to me." "So, that is why you know?" Zane questioned. Celestia lifted her head to look at him. I looked at Celestia in pure surprise. Lara and Celestia did not look alike in any way. Lara had no scent gland on her neck. Celestia was a dominant alpha. The facts contradicted each other. My head spun trying to calculate the biology. Celestia looked up at Zane. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Her voice shook with intense emotion. "Please. Do not kill her."

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

I quickly shoved another spoonful of stew into my mouth like that might somehow fill the space where my story had been. Amelia searched my face for a long time, clearly trying to see if I was fucking with them. When she found nothing but stew broth on my lips and tears of relief in my eyes, she let out a breath. “Well,” she said, “I’d be surprised about the rebirth, but…” “The princess,” Nico pointed out. Amelia nodded. Then slapped both hands on her knees. “So, we should prepare the mating party.” I blinked. “The wha?” I asked, swallowing a huge chunk of meat.

And that look would stay with me. * “Look who is here.” Celestia — the famous daughter of Elder Lucas — said the moment I descended the stairs, walking closer in elegance too forced to be real, her two puppies trailing behind like well-trained shadows. She folded her arms, lips painted in a venomous smirk as the crowd cleared to give her way. “The orphan wears a crown now?” she sneered, voice sugar-laced with poison. “Tell me, was it bought or borrowed?” The words didn’t stab — not exactly. But they scraped. I won’t say I’m used to being talked down on, but I’ve heard this a redundant number of times to even twitch.

"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."