The Celestial Lord Novels & Stories

I’d let them speak, ritual demanded it, but the decision would be mine at the end. Elder Leo rose, calm and measured. “Enough everyone, please. Let’s be diplomatic.” His voice carried that even, unblinking wisdom I'd seen in him for years. “Abby is the Alpha’s mate, chosen by the goddess. By our old ways, she would be Luna. The old rites still hold weight. We all remember the prophecy concerning the Alpha’s Luna.”

How can I feel such emptiness as if a piece of me separated from my soul? Zeonen helplessly shook his head and took over the box. With a solemn look in his eyes, he opened the jeweled box and cautiously withdrew a laurel crown with a star in the embrace of a crescent moon. A solemn silence filled the room. Lunas grasped their trembling hands and stared at the crown with unblinking eyes. Alphas and Elders held their right fists on their chests, and deferentially lowered their heads in respect to the future empress. And unmated males and females bent on one knee and bowed their heads in submission and reverence to their future Mother.

A light shone from far away and I ran towards it hoping to wake up but it only took me to the same place. -You're crazy if you think I'll let you go after all I had to do to capture you. -I beg you to let me go, I don't belong here. -Of course you do, I know your story but don't worry, I'll make the other gods accept you. -Accept me because, ¿what story are you talking about? -Poor Celeste, I didn't want you to hear it from me but I'm sorry to tell you that your whole life was nothing but a vile lie.

“Very well, but she is your responsibility, Claud.” They moved into the hallway, and Tara led them to the living room. The atmosphere was tense, but Claud knew they had to explain everything before they could plan their next move. “Mom, you need to know what’s going on,” Claud began. “There’s a celestial being called the arbiter. He’s very powerful. More powerful than anyone this planet have witnessed. The arbiter’s plan is to take over the entire Earth. He’s already got the council on his side, and with Astrid out of the way, he thinks nothing can stop him.”

It was the sensation of superiority, of seeing the past and future of creatures laid bare before him, and of witnessing the vulnerability of those creatures. Severin later felt compelled to ponder upon the ancient times, and how the heavenly court would be like at that moment if it had never shattered. "Rumor has it that during ancient times, the celestial sovereign of the heavenly court who had ascended to the quasi-celestial regent stage was known as the Lord of the Celestial Realm. Commanding the nine heavens and ten lands, he wielded supreme power, having countless royal celestials and true immortals under his command."

“How can it be this serious if he barely even drank from her?” I let out a mental groan at his confusion and press down harder on the mental barrier. “You do not need to drink a mouthful to become addicted. All he could have done was taste a drop of blood from maybe when she wounded herself and it will still have the same effects. The blood of the Celestial Wolves are addictive , especially when said wolf is your mate.” “So what do we do now?”

A few simply remained silent. Cole acknowledged everyone with a calm nod before ascending the ceremonial platform. Ria stood beside him, smiling nonstop. The elders slowly approached, their expressions solemn, none appeared enthusiastic. Yet tradition demanded they perform the rite. The oldest elder stepped forward carrying the ancient Crown of Authority upon a velvet cushion. He looked toward Cole. "According to the customs of our ancestors..." He began. "We gather today beneath the Moon Goddess, to recognize the Alpha who shall guide this pack." His voice echoed across the silent hall.

he asked. "I will naturally not interfere if it has nothing to do with me, my Lord, but you see, milady here is the Luna of our pack. So can you tell me in what way that it didn't concern me?" Mr. Bollard said politely, but from his stance, it was clear that he wasn't ready to back down. Damian's face twitched. "Your Luna? Impossible." "Are you calling me a liar, my Lord?" Bollards expression changed immediately. Damian didn't dare to continue; he signaled to his men.

Wayne sneered. If the moon deity, the celestial spirit charged with the duties of all things' werewolf, actually cared for the welfare of those entrusted into her care, she would know what each wolf earnestly prayed for and deliver to them their heart desires, preventing the conflicts that arose with unwanted bonds. His eyes darted upward.

Etched with celestial markings that pulsed faintly like a heartbeat. The guards dropped to one knee instantly. I didn’t. But my spine went rigid. I knew that sigil. No one else in this realm could forge it. The seal bore the crescent triad of the Moon Goddess. And beneath it— A single star. Eight-pointed. Ancient. My eldest brother. Her first celestial creation. The Firstborn. The scroll hovered before me, humming with restrained power. Aria had stepped into the corridor now, drawn by the disturbance.