Princess Celestia Novels & Stories

Celestia was relieved at first when she heard that Caspian had no intention to harm her, but she began to panic when he mentioned ruining her face. This was worse than death to her! As the heiress of the York family from Dhord City, her most cherished possession was her beautiful face! "A beautiful woman should have a kind heart, but sadly, you don't. Let me destroy your face, and we shall see if you dare to do anything bad again!" Sylvia drew a dagger from her waist and stared at Celestia fiercely. Sylvia wouldn't show mercy. After thousands of battles, she had developed a heart of stone.

I could only hope the alpha would finally believe me when I explained everything to him. “Get your head in the game, Celeste. This doesn’t look good, but you wouldn’t feel any better if you keep zoning out and making them treat you like shit. You are Celeste Holmes, princess or captive. The only daughter of Luna Freya Storme. If it makes you feel any better, forget that you were ever the child of Alpha Holmes. If for anything, remember I will be with you through it all, and will give my all to protect you. Just follow my lead, okay?” “Okay.”

But I don’t want to mistaken his anger into sadness. He never loved me the way I loved him. I wish I could tell him that. His lips open to answer but a soft voice interrupted, breaking the tension like a crack in the silence. “Darius?” I froze, my heart lurching in my chest as I recognized the voice. I turned, and there she was—Princess Celestria, the woman Darius had been bound to, standing a few feet away, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of sunlight. At her side was a little girl, holding her hand, a spitting image of Darius.

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?

"The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways." Caius frowns at him. "You're making sense, so how am I supposed to make her break the rules in her own will?" "Perhaps, seperating her from the Alpha King would be your first step." Beau's sense of hearing heightened. "He might completely own her this time." Before Caius could react, his gut feeling got to him like an electric shock paralyzing his whole body. His senses went dull, and all he could feel was the wrenching pain itching its way in his chest.

But tucked away in this quiet alcove in the hallway, both the prince and princess of Crescent Falls are hidden from the world. “Do you see that loudmouth girl about my age over there?” Ella asks, pointing discreetly at a woman wearing a gaudy green gown with a matching headdress. “She comes from a place called Celestoria.” “That’s over the northern mountains,” I mutter absently.Celestoria is a small, mostly unknown territory with its own Alpha King who is considered our father’s ally, but it’s so far away their alliance is practically useless in times of unrest. Plus, their language is totally different and tricky to learn, let alone understand.

» Another. «“Some adaptation.”» The four systems connected. «“The rarest individuals inherited compatible combinations.”» The screen displayed Sarah. Then Maria. Amara. Michael. Lucien. Lily. Finally— Celeste. «“But one individual may emerge who can stabilize the interaction between them.”» The screen froze on Celeste. «“Not a ruler.”» «“Not a successor.”» «“A coordinator.”» Celeste's breath caught. Thomas looked horrified. “No.”

It whispered a single name. "Luna..." The Moon Princess looked down upon the ancient being, her voice calm and clear. "No. Luna was my mother." She floated gently into the sky beside Killian, her silver hair catching the wind. > **"My name... is Celestia."**> At that exact moment, the Blood Moon trembled. Across every kingdom, the withered, lifeless branches of the Moon Trees began to produce tiny, glowing silver buds once again. Aiden smiled up at the sky. "I knew it. Hope wasn't gone... It was only asleep."

That was what drew me to her—until my eyes closed. I found myself back in my cage, my body trying to heal, though the poisoned blades made sure it was slow and painful. Then, a white light appeared—I was sure it was the goddess. Her golden hair spilled down her back, her white nightdress clinging to her skin, her face veiled. That was the first time I met Celeste Orion, princess of the Crossvale pack. After that day, her visits became frequent. Though she sat outside my prison, she brought healing balm and food. Her voice was a never-ending symphony.

Only to have a hand seize her wrist as it seemed the other person didn't want Luna to sneak away from him. "Well, you can get to know me! Come, let's chat and dance!" CeCe launched herself onto Zain's strong arm, freeing Luna's wrist who made a dash out of there. Zain found CeCe's action displeasing, but masked it with a look of indifference. The second prince of Militum searched for the girl who caught his attention and was disappointed to see that she had managed to escape him. 'Wonder when I'll see her again,' he wondered to himself, recalling how the girl's innocent eyes held no recollection of him, which was a first. As far as he knew, every girl in the Starry Galaxy knew of him, and if