Putri Celestia Novels & Stories

He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment. Apart from her beauty, Lydia possessed the intelligence and ambition of a Luna, striving to lead her pack with wisdom. Like her mother, who heads the Luna Council, Lydia wanted to become a doctor, helping not only her pack but also neighboring ones. She knew one day her skills would be recognized and valued. Luna Alice wrapped her arms around her daughter, inhaling her sweet scent. The sunlight streamed in through the long-furnished window, illuminating Lydia’s blonde hair and adding a beautiful glow to the moment.

Which, from the way everyone reacts, she probably does. "What's wrong?" I ask, walking over to her. She glances around nervously, making sure no one is listening. "There's something you need to know." The way she says it sends ice through my veins. "What?" "Celeste is back." The name means nothing to me. I wait for more explanation. "Celeste Hartwell," Luna continues. "The Beta's daughter. She's been in Switzerland for the past two months." "Okay." I still don't understand why this matters to me.

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 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."

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.