St Celestine Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

I looked to Izabele with a question on my face. “Sera, I’d like you to meet the Ostyn High Priestess, Celeste Ostyn. High Priestess, this is the friend of Kamari’s I told you about.” Izabele introduced us, and all I could do was gaze at the beautiful Priestess with my mouth open. She looked familiar; her long light white hair cascaded down her back while her warm brown and golden eyes bore into mine. The fine lines around her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me, her eyes giving off the impression of the power that lay beneath. Izabele was powerful; you could tell by her aura, but the Priestess’s power could swallow Izabele for breakfast. The Priestess nodded to acknowledge me but said nothing.

Dead, but clean and free. Celeste turned away, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. I wanted to comfort her and to tell her it would be okay. But I couldn't lie, not when I could see the truth spread across the battlefield before us. We were losing a war that just started. Not quickly but slowly, inevitably, being ground down by an enemy that didn't tire, didn't fear, didn't stop. I gathered my power again, preparing to wade back into the fight. But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake.

We ran toward the compound, toward our daughter, toward whatever cosmic horror was being unleashed. We weren’t alone. Warriors from both packs followed. Then more. Wolves from across the Federation, responding to the call, racing toward the threat. By the time we arrived, the compound was in ruins. Marcus’s warriors lay scattered, unconscious or dead. And at the center— Celeste stood in a circle of silver light, hands raised, power pouring from her. Facing her was something that hurt to look at. A being of pure elemental force. Shifting between forms. Rock, fire, water, air, darkness, light. A Primordial, newly awakened and furious.

Hartberg sneered and retorted, "They don't care. They're itching to instigate war among the royal celestials! Do you know how many royal celestials those extraterrestrials boast? They have eight!" Severin snapped back to his senses and chided himself upon hearing this revelation. The extraterrestrials had eight royal celestials in contrast with the Celestial Realm five. It would be foolish for the Celestial Realm to instigate the conflict. Moreover, those extraterrestrials harbored two genuine quasi-celestial regents who were still in slumber, and their might was so strong that even Armin had to wield the sword of divine will against them!

T H E S K I E S H A D lit up with the colors of blood. Celestial blood. Blood that had been shed following the Titanomachy or as the gods would most commonly identify it — the first Ultimate Speedverse war. The great cosmic battle saw the fall of many a powerful Celestials as they tore each other apart trying to acquire the three entities that made up the cosmos—the three Heralds of the Ultimate Speedverse. Of the trio, the most potent and most coveted Herald—Reign—had been too solemn of an entity for a Celestial to just take and wield which was why it got easily lost throughout the great battle.

I sobbed harder, swallowing the lump in my throat. My dad didn't let me finish. "You are a disgrace, Celestine. All you give to us is a disappointment. Never ever come back to this family again!" He said and slammed the gate shut, leaving me alone in the streets, raining heavily. The last thing I saw in my peripheral vision was my sister full of tears on her face and mouthed "You can do it". I tried to call them to open the gate but they didn't let me in. Stupid Mistake.

The might of Mortal Celestials was not something ordinary humans could withstand. Destin released divine flames from his orifices as he hovered in midair. The flames grew in magnitude when they came into contact with the mystique energy of the surroundings, turning into a rain of dire. A purple wheel of flames silently approached among the rain—the high-grade Spiritool, Purple Wheel. The last one to attack was Destin. He suffered the heaviest injuries, but his aura was also the most shocking. Destin took a step back, and the wheel of light behind him immediately merged with him. He grew in size until he was a giant. His skin shone with a golden sheen and seemed to be able to last forever.

My vision blurred, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out. When she pulled her hand away, her expression was unreadable. "Well?" Damien demanded, his voice taut with worry. Celeste tilted her head, studying me like a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. "You weren’t lying when you said he’s special," she murmured. "He’s turning into a Fenrir." The word hung in the air, heavy and ominous. "A what?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "A Fenrir," Celeste repeated, her tone laced with awe. "A rare and ancient breed of werewolf. Stronger, faster, more resilient... and far more dangerous. There hasn’t been one in centuries."

"The Sword." Orion slowly shook his head. "There are four." A murmur spread through the council. "The Fourth Relic was hidden after the First Great War." "It was considered too dangerous." High Sorceress Elara leaned forward. "What is it called?" Orion hesitated. "The Celestial Flame." The room fell silent. "It is neither weapon nor crown." "It is pure creation." "The Flame has the power to restore life..." "...or erase kingdoms." Liam's face turned pale. "That is why history never mentioned it."

"You get the r​esources of the Vane e​mpire​ to c⁠ru⁠sh Ho‌ward Har​rington int⁠o du‌s​t​.⁠ And togethe‍r, we take the crown.‌" Celest​e‌ looked at his extended ha⁠nd. It was stained with the blood of his enemi⁠es, a symbol of the violence she w​as about to legally bind her‌self t⁠o. She took a deep‌ breath‌, knowing th​ere was no t⁠u‌rning back. "C​ut thes‍e⁠ tie‌s," Celeste sai‌d, "and⁠ let's‌ go get our crown."