Principal Celestia Angry Novels & Stories

- I say “He was horrible to me, you were just defending me” - Mel says and I shake my head. I had years of therapy because of my anger outbursts, that is one of the reasons I don’t want to get involved with the mafia side of the family. Once I start its impossible for me to stop. Gabe is always the one that makes me stop before I kill the person. He knows that it will destroy me if I kill anyone like that. I just can’t help myself. It feels like I am being possessed by s demon and all I see is red and I need to knock that person down. I couldn’t let Samuel say all those things about Elisabeth.

CELESTE “Arrgghhh!!!” I couldn’t help but yell as I walked into the bedroom and kicked away at a chair, sending it flying across the room. I drew out my claws and started unleashing my anger on the drapes and tapestry, ripping them to shreds. I was beyond furious and I had basically made a mess of the entire room in rage.

Rice scatters everywhere, stew splatters against the tiles, the sharp clatter seems to never end, the tray rolled towards the fridge and slammed against it. “We’re leaving the Puremoon pack lands by month’s end,” Celeste says, stepping right into the mess, grinding rice under her heel. “Cici, if you know what’s good for you, leave this pack. Leave Dante and disappear. Everyone’s already angry at you, especially Bernard. And you know his temper. Be careful walking at night. Maybe it’ll be you. Maybe it’ll be one of your sisters.” She doesn’t see the slap coming. I don’t either.

she says. “I answered one question.” “You answered it without sounding angry.” “That was the goal.” “And are you angry?” Adrian looks ahead. “Yes.” Celeste does not seem troubled by the answer. Anger makes sense to her. Anger can be explained, managed, and used. If she knew that anger is not the only thing moving under his skin, she might not look so composed. Michael greets them with a smile meant for the room, not for his son. “Adrian,” he says. “Celeste. You both look exactly as you should.”

Celeste and Remy had left for Storm Academy hours ago—their power no longer pressing against the room like a storm front. Alice Skye lounged on the chaise, legs crossed, platinum hair catching the faint light. Her phone screen glowed with the latest Fang stats: #NicoExposed holding steady at 9.1 million views, #QueensOfChaos still climbing. She scrolled slowly—smiling. “They’re rattled,” she said. “Celeste’s little show bought them time, but she’s gone now. No Daywalker shadow over the Board. No coyote grinning in the corner. Just us.”

Then Marcus shouted. “CELeste!” She turned. A guard had entered the glass control area. He was reaching toward her father's containment chamber. Celeste's expression changed. “No.” She ran. Lucien followed. Marcus covered them. Celeste reached the control panel and slammed her hand against it. The screen immediately responded. PRIMARY SUBJECT DETECTED. SECONDARY SUBJECT DETECTED. BEGINNING SYNCHRONIZATION. Celeste stared. “Stop.” The system ignored her. She typed rapidly. “Come on…”

I stuttered out. "Aren't you tired of lying! why would the moon goddess pier a mere human with an Alpha?! Gosh, are you that desperate!" My sister angrily yelled at me. "If what you say is true then why is Alpha Leo not here to escort you back to head stately home where he resides?" My sister questioned. "H..he used me and then threw me out." Shamefully looked down. How could one's mate do such a horrific then to them. "Unbelievable, why do proceed to lie more Athena?! the moon goddess would've never done something this foolish! and even if that did happen and Alpha Leo rejected you, that proves your not fit or worthy of anything!" My sister angrily yelled before storming off to her room I s

Amara touched her reddening cheek, before glancing up at Celestine, with a glint in her eyes that Celestine had come to fear. “It’s the second time you’ve laid your hand on me.” Celestine was stunned by her response, but she bared her teeth. “You bitch,” She hissed. “This is all your doing, I know it. Why would you do this? Haven’t you done enough?! What more must I possibly lose for you to be satisfied?!” Celestine was screaming, angered beyond control to care about the audience, especially those who had pulled out their phone and was filming the entire thing.

"Please believe me… This guy is lying… I-I don’t know why he is saying this… Someone must have paid him to say these things… to ruin me… You know me… You know I would never do something like this…" Luna Celestia looked down at her. Her face was pale and tight, but she did not pull her hands away. Instead, she squeezed Elvie’s fingers gently, her expression shifting from shock to a forced, worried look. She turned to face the whole room, raising her voice clearly, trying to calm the rising anger.

“Why did the Creator and his very fine lady not do anything? They just sat in their heavenly thrones and watched the chaos between their soldiers and children? Sounds like a bunch of narcissists… to me.” Celeste glowered. Perhaps 'glowered' is not the right term for it. Her face burned bright furious red with veins pulsing on her forehead as her pupils grew small. The atmosphere dropped a thousand degrees and I could see my own breath. I quakes in my shoes at the thought of what she might do to me but honestly, that’s how it looks like. A bunch of people who were too bored of no drama in their own lives, they preferred not interfering in the lives of their children's drama. I might be stupid