Putri Celestia Novels & Stories

Diana said,hoping they were. “Not for another three and a half hours.” Chrissie looked at Caleb, a smile still curving her lips. Her dark curls framed her sweet face like a gray lupus garou’s might when in human form. She stood taller than Diana, too, more like the females of his pack, and she definitely had the hots for Caleb. Placing his hands on his hips, Caleb turned to Diana.

I say quietly. "And you didn't think to tell me before now?" Celeste screams at me. "Cordelia made deals with the Sisters of the Lunar Star," I tell Celeste quietly. "I just don't know what she owes them." "Seraphina," Celeste says sadly. "She owes them, Seraphina."

I know it's an assessment and that's my schedule, but that subject is crazy. "Gen, is this serious or just a prank?" I ask here. There is no way a subject can be this ridiculous. "What about it? You're enrolled as a celestial lady so there is nothing wrong with the schedule." It answered that there is no dust. "Oh." I only answered. "And what is this celestial lady thing?" I asked. Because I only know celestial and not celestial lady. "Celestial Ladies is a high-rank ladies in the society. Celestial Ladies do the praying for the peace of the land and have a healing ability. Celestial Ladies also are the candidate for the crown prince's wife in the future." This is the answer.

I can not do it. In the backseat are Jax, Jizan, Ryl, and Celestine. Celestine is the cousin of Ryl and Riguel, she is full blooded german because it is said that Riguel's family has german ancestry, on their mother's side. That makes Riguel and Ryl half german, well which explains their looks. She looks so soft, she looks very modest and her aura is kind. I don't see any harm in her at all.

I say quietly. "And you didn't think to tell me before now?" Celeste screams at me. "Cordelia made deals with the Sisters of the Lunar Star," I tell Celeste quietly. "I just don't know what she owes them." "Seraphina," Celeste says sadly. "She owes them, Seraphina."

"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.

says Lux. I walk around to where Lux is and notice he is not encouraging Celestia but another woman. This is not Davina’s birth, it’s Katerina’s. The woman pushes one more time and out pops a baby girl. Lux washes the baby and wraps her in a blanket before handing her back to the woman. They look quite happy but what happened?

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.

I clapped too, if only to play the part, my palms touching with all the enthusiasm of a hostage. “And now,” her father continued with a glint of pride in his voice, “let us welcome the ceremony of the birthday girl… with the most respected Alpha accepting her hand!” I turned my head just in time to see Celestria descend the stairs like a damn queen, dressed in white silk that shimmered under the chandelier light. Her makeup was bold. Her smile? Even bolder. She looked like she owned the world and didn’t give a single damn about who knew it.