Putri Celestia Novels & Stories

“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.”

Luis was a genius amongst the Celestials. The Celestial race was one of the high races in the entire universe. So being acknowledged as a prodigy in such a powerful race meant one was a universe level genius. In the entire Celestial race, those acknowledged as geniuses for each generation were no more than ten. The older that generation got, the more relevant their talent. The Celestial race was a race of soldiers. Planet Celestial was under their rule but that rule was not a smooth one. Hence, the strong had more value than the weak.

As their eyes intertwined, many emotions were self-evident. "I don't know what Celeste went through after she returned to Aquastead from Regalia. She wanted to draw a clear line with the Young family. Hence, she changed her name from Henrietta to Celeste. She spent some effort to erase many traces. It's also strange that she clearly wanted to draw a clear line with the Young family, but when she changed her name, she used the last name Young. She even founded a business related to jewelry. But these things are not important. If you want to become the real heiress to the Young family, I can help you do it."

Yes, I know Carter Cortezi because his daughter's name is Celeste Astraea Cortezi. If Zacharias is a Cortezi then Celeste is his sister. That doesn't make sense. Celeste doesn't have a brother. She is the only child of Carter Cortezi and Savannah Cortezi. That married couple was already dead fifteen years ago. So how come there is someone like Zacharias exist?

“Celeste Valentina Morau signed off personally. Don’t make her regret it.” Celeste. The name landed like a stone in still water. One of the last purebloods who hadn’t left with the Thirteen Families. Hero of the Swarm War. The face on every newsreel when the supernaturals finally went public. Beautiful. Terrifying. And apparently interested in foster trash from Little Rock via Santa Cruz.

That was because it was a dangerous place where the gods used to kidnap women. The best known case was that of a young woman named Elizabeth, who was walking through the market and a god on a cloud took her away in front of everyone's eyes. She was never seen again but everyone rumored that she was chosen as the wife of some god. Celeste had grown up without friends and that made her very sad, so we would let her go to town in the company of one of us but never alone. She would get upset because we took care of her as if she were a child but we did everything for her safety.

"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."

The Sun who sees the truth and the moon who sees the lies. That was the birth of her baby, the one who can balance the light and chaos. She named her 'Finesia' the daughter of the God. "My baby... " she whispered while trying to reach the baby who was looking at her innocently. 'How I wish I could see you growing up while loving the world that was created by your father... How I wish.' "Your Majesty, the sinner was found dead and the baby... It was gone." Looking at the dead body of the lady who gave birth to the sinner, he grinned and struck his sword on the cold dead body.

I could see the discoloration of unbelief that took shape, on Shadow Knight’s face. “I-Impossible!” He let out. I watched as he stood up from his throne, coming forward. “Child to William Graham and the Royal Queen Calypso. Half werewolf, half mermaid. A hybrid and a gifted child, who was named Celeste.” he chanted unbelievably. It had been a while since I heard anyone mention my father’s name. “Are you her?” he asked. I nodded immediately. “Come here, my love.” he said, pulling me into a hug. After a while, he untangled himself from me, looking at me in the eye.

She clutched her temples, feeling a little disoriented. "This is not your world," "You are in Ceastrerion." Asmia murmured lightly so as not to startle Eleanor. "Ceastre- what? I don’t understand at all." Because of what was going on, Eleanor felt like her head was going to burst. The information presented to her was barely convincing. “This has occurred to you for reasons I don't understand, but I'm eager to help you find out. “ "What exactly do you mean when you say I'm not in my world? What is this world?" Eleanor could hardly believe her ears. For her, everything appears too hazy.