Principal Celestia Angry Novels & Stories

Placing her little hands on both sides of his face, she smacked her lips to his. "Muah". She giggled. I loved watching them. They complete me. Our moment was interrupted by the door opening. Val and Chris strode in like they owned the place. "Vha!!!". Angel squealed, making grabby hands at him. Lucian dropped her on the ground and she rushed to him, hugging his legs. Val picked her up from the ground and she giggled. "How's my favorite niece?". He blew raspberries on her stomach, making her giggle more.

But here he is, and there’s no way out. When I finally turn around, he’s walking straight toward me, and he looks pissed. His jaw is clenched, his eyes sharp with anger, but I don’t care. If he thinks I’m just going to let him walk up and act like he’s the one who should be mad, he’s got another thing coming. “Celeste,” he growls, his voice low and angry. I don’t even flinch. “What?”

She recognizes her Uriel’s granddaughter, her brother's kin, the Luna of the Redwood Wolves, the one Carla and Augusto want dead at all costs to prevent her from giving the alpha Connor an heir. She rushes to her and examines her carefully with her eyes. No other being, except a celestial, could see her until the bubble was broken; Carrie knows this because celestials typically use such protection when they feel in danger. She had heard the howl hours ago. So it was her, and now she's running from all of them.

My eyes narrowed as anger surged inside me like a storm, my voice cold as I replied without hesitation to his disgusting words. “You will never touch me,” I said sharply, my voice rising. “You will never have me, and I will burn you to ashes first.” Without waiting for another word from him, I lifted my hands and let the full force of my Celestial power surge out toward him in a blast. The energy struck him hard, sending him falling backward across the empty bond space, his smirk fading for just a brief second as he hit the ground. I stood firmly, breathing hard as I glared at him, my voice steady and filled with warning as I spoke again.

I can handle my own shit, Celestria, I am not like you” I snapped back with anger and frustration bubbling within me. Celestria’s face crumpled and the words I had just spoken came replaying in my head. The words came out much harsher than I intended. Yet I didn't say anything my e “That's an unfair thing to say Celestria exclaimed and threw her hands on her hips as if she was ready to start throwing punches at any moment. “I've heard about people who refuse to accept help because they believe themselves better than others and then they go and hurt people” she continued furiously, tears forming in her eyes but also defiance. “ It's okay if that's the kind of person you are, and I am sorry fo

Something dangerous entered her eyes. "You fool." "Maybe." I smiled through my tears. "But Kiara is my sister." "And those boys are my family." "And Kael…" I sighed softly. "Kael loves her." "And I'd rather see him happy with her…" Than miserable with anyone else. For the first time, rage flashed across Celeste's face. "You stupid girl!" She grabbed my arm. "You have no idea what I'm capable of." I jerked away. "No." I whispered. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

But anger burns in her gaze, a fury that makes the air around her crackle from the power she is restraining. She catches my eye and gives me a slight nod. I’m here. I’m with you. The gesture relieves a small fraction of my tension. Kael lounges in his throne, deceptively casual. But I’ve known him long enough to recognize the predator lurking beneath that relaxed posture. Nothing misses his sharp gaze. And then I see her. Celeste. She stands with the Umbra Council, her father—Lord Theodore—beside her. She is dressed in pale blue, virginal and delicate, with her golden hair arranged in elaborate braids. She looks like a victim. Fragile. Innocent.

Celeste looks at her sister. The silence is very long. Long enough that I begin to think it might be the answer — that it will simply remain silent, which would be its own form of response. The cream-colored chairs seem to absorb the sound, the whole room holding its breath. Then Celeste says: "I know you were angry. I was wrong too — about the company, about what I owed you, about assuming the estrangement was something I could outlast without addressing." She says this with the clean precision of something she has thought through completely before saying. The words come out measured, deliberate, each one placed exactly where she wants it. "Those wrongs don't account for each other. They're

"You can't hug my boss like that, little lady." "I'm a huge fan of yours." I was surprised to see tears in the girl's eyes. "You are just…" her voice cracked as she tried to hold back her tears. "I'm sorry I just.." "No, it's fine." I smiled at her, glancing at Rika who was rolling her eyes in annoyance. "What's your name?" "Celestria," she replied, cleaning her face with a tissue. Her cheeks turned red. "My father's name is Adam Tristan. You might know about him."

Silence reigned the room for a short while, before things escalated. “Mom, why does it bother you that father gave Ace special treatment over Sarah?” Angel spewed. All eyes in the room pinned their directions to her. “Angel!” I exclaimed in whisper. Lulu's eyes widened. She sucked her lips as she heaved in flaming anger. “Bitch, what are you trying to say, huh?” She barked. Gently, Ace reclaimed the room. “Don't call my wife that, mom!” Mom pivoted to Ace’s direction, one eyebrow arched up.