Putri Celestia Novels & Stories

Blood and Claws Claud exchanged a glance with Lupa, his curiosity piqued despite his anger. “Who or what are you?” he demanded. Astrid sighed, her eyes reflecting the flames of the campfire. “I am a Celestial Guardian, a being with god-like powers. We prefer the term Celestials. However, I have been cursed to not interfere directly in earthly affairs. I can only watch from above.” Lupa’s brow furrowed. “So, why are you here now?”

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

It was all for Celestine. Celestine, the golden daughter of the Delacroix name. Trained in five languages, the harp, equestrian arts, and diplomacy since she was six. Celestine, who shone like a celestial being in the eyes of their mother, Lady Jane. And Seraphine—who had arrived as an infant with no name and no title, adopted as little more than a living doll to amuse their lonely daughter—was now a blemish upon the house's perfection.

Looking into the human fountain, she see’s more than a dozen waiting females and only five males which is highly u like her. And I marvel when she swirls her hand in the water, picking out the oldest soul. Aha, the dear child of Alpha Leo… of Leo Lymph. Little Arlo. Celeste had presumed Tabitha couldn't carry children. That the torture she suffered at the hands of her own kind of witches barroned her in that department. But the thought of him finally having his heir to pass down his excellent work to brings a rare smile to her face. His child's soul is a good one, and even then she could feel they will lead a wholesome life.

It was all for Celestine. Celestine, the golden daughter of the Delacroix name. Trained in five languages, the harp, equestrian arts, and diplomacy since she was six. Celestine, who shone like a celestial being in the eyes of their mother, Lady Jane. And Seraphine—who had arrived as an infant with no name and no title, adopted as little more than a living doll to amuse their lonely daughter—was now a blemish upon the house's perfection.

It was very clear to her that everything was getting out of her control, including her two sons. She stepped into the creative department and everyone stood up with their heads bent as they greeted her. Clara also got up to greet and then she took a glimpse of Maria's face. Maria was a beautiful woman, in her 50s with a slim and youthful body structure, she was a replica of Philip in almost everything except the eyes. Maria had outstanding brown eyes while Philip had grey eyes. She didn't know much about Philip's family history, but she knew that Manuel wasn't Philip's biological father. It was a mystery that she didn't want to get into.

Demetria adds the pressure to him while the two is just listening at them. "I-I done something stupid..." Basil swallowed as he saw their stares at him. "There's something happened to me and Celestina last night." He continued that made their eyes widened. "You're just kidding right?" Demetria asked. Goran laughed out, "Ho-ho I knew it something bad will happen." he shook his head and sit at the single couch. "Who is Celestina?" Della asked who doesn't have an idea including Alex. "Celestina is the insane woman who desperately in love with my son," Demetria answered glaring at Basil, "She followed him here—and you can't be serious Basil. How the hell it happened?!"

I know that of the three Fayte sisters, I’m probably, on the surface, the least threatening. Crista, as the oldest, was trained harder by our papa as she was to replace him as Beta of Nebrodi, then she also received a rare white wolf, so even before she became Luna of Incubi and the host of Light, she was seen as someone to respect and fear. Persephone’s outer appearance may not have instilled fear or respect, but she earned it once people knew what she could do with a computer.

Is that why my body won’t submit? Or… is it something else? “Dad, I told you…” Celestia hisses from above, voice full of venom. “*She’s fucking annoying and stubborn. So disrespectful and deserves death—*AH!” There’s a sharp yelp, followed by a string of curses. “Dad, this throne… burned me!” she cries out, full of shock and disbelief. “Something’s wrong with it!” My lips twitch. I don’t look up, but I don’t need to.

In an instant, a resplendent celestial garment that resembled the starry sky enveloped her, and her attainment was elevated to the perfect-stage royal celestial. Gratitude filled her as she realized the sudden increase in strength. Severin then turned to Creatia and said, "By my decree, Creatia of the Clear Wind Sect shall be honored with the title of Dominus Noster Immortalis. He shall be entrusted with the life of all beings, including their existence, longevity, vitality, sentience, well-being, wealth, and prosperity." Creatia bowed at the command, and another golden dragon emerged from the river of time with yet another golden fruit. Creatia's power surged, reaching perfect-stage royal c