The Celestial Lord Novels & Stories

she says and left the room. In the first place, Griselda should worry about herself. Since Mathias isn't her Son, real Son. Mathias has long been dead since he was born, and someone is possessing his body. It was her contract to the God, it was her sin. She can't accept that her Son couldn't achieve to live longer that's why he plead from the God to let her son lived. Then, one day she received an oracle from a curved stone that his Son will live as a vassal, a person who has the ability as the same level with the disciples.

"We understand your intention. It is our greatest wish to remain in the home you built with your own hands, and to protect this sacred land." Another spirit beast spoke up. "She is doing this for our sake. She saved us when we were wounded, sick, or weak." "That's right!" the others agreed, their spirits rallying. They offered Aria a deep bow, eyes bright with loyalty. Amid this solemn yet warm atmosphere, Landon stood out. He remained beneath the old willow tree, calm and detached, as though the awe-inspiring scene before him were of little consequence. The four Celestials—the majesty of the White Oracle, the grace of the Vermilion Bird, the weight of the White Aegis, and the courage of the

[Asher] Crepuscular rays of the sun split through the sky like blades of light as dawn bled across the horizon. A pillar of light, streaked with golden scintillation, crashed down from the heavens near the mouse prince — bridging the Celestial realm to the Earthly realm. And one by one, higher celestials emerged from the pillar. Each of the seven Celestial packs worshipped a ruling God who was the divine source of their powers. The celestial alphas governed the physical domain, while the ruling gods reigned over the spiritual domain of the pack and its members.

Its body was cloaked in flowing light and darkness, the edges constantly shifting, like it couldn’t decide what it was. Sylra fell to her knees instantly. “Celestian,” she whispered. I froze. That name… I’d heard it once before, buried in the oldest temple texts. Celestian — the Arbiter. The embodiment of balance itself. The one who appeared only when the world’s order was on the verge of collapse. “Children of mortal and divine,” the being said, its voice smooth and emotionless. “You’ve done what even the gods failed to achieve. You’ve merged creation and oblivion into one living form.”

The Upper Realm did not have a night sky. For three million years, it had been bathed in the eternal, flawless glow of the Supreme Sovereign’s divine aura. But today, the sky bled black. The Ascension Gate tore through the fabric of the Celestial dimension, a massive, swirling vortex of dark void-energy and golden Alpha fire. It materialized directly above the Heavenly Plaza—a sprawling expanse of polished white jade where three million immortal soldiers of the Heavenly Host stood in perfectly terrified formation.

he began, " The Alpha Lord, the Mother Superior, Me……” He paused, his face darkening, “And the Moon Goddess's Reborn.” I raised a brow, peering at him like he spoke another language. “Are you the Moon Goddess's Reborn, child?” He asked. I let out a loud ridiculing laugh,like he just said the biggest joke of history. How could he think that I was the moon goddess's reborn? He stared me daggers and I coughed immediately supressing the remaining laughter. “Your visions," he said, adjusting his staff. "They manifest. Like the one that happened today.”

What had I unleashed? And worse What had survived it? The Widow’s Wing gave me my answer. Buried beneath Lysandra’s doctrine beneath the folded notes and faded maps was a scroll bound in obsidian wax. The seal wasn’t royal. It wasn’t even Lycan. It was Celestial. The language inside shimmered under my touch. The words resisted translation until I whispered the sigils burned across my skin. Then, they obeyed. In the beginning, the Moon birthed two daughters.

Narrator’s Point of View FAR AWAY IN THE CELESTIAL REALM The celestial hall shimmered under the endless glow of ethereal starlight, its polished mirror floor reflecting the heavens above. The air carried the weight of divine authority, thick with the scent of celestial blooms and the faint hum of cosmic energy. Five thrones, each carved from celestial stone and adorned with constellations, were arranged in a semicircle. Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos.

Since it was the Etherium Immortal Lord’s territory, he could not afford to stay in one place for too long. “One thousand celestites is not enough.” Just as Andrius was about to leave, the Oracle dashed forward and stopped Andrius.