The Celestial Lord Novels & Stories

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.”

A tall and well built man entered the room the second he heard his master's call, ignoring the servants who have been cleaning the floor. "That's enough. Take this corpse and get out." Before starting the conversation with his second-in-command the lord ordered, making the servants run out like headless chickens. "Cad, so you know the importance of today?" After everyone left the room giving them their privacy, the lord asked casually. "It's a perigee, my lord." "And?" The lord encouraged his second-in-command- Cad to say more but in the end it only succeeded in confusing him more than necessary. "The moon couple are about to obtain their physical bodies today during the nighttime." In he en

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

Celestina announced. “We do?” we all asked. “Your new Dark Lord is Krallion. He is as righteous a creature as Draco was. He will rule the Underworld with the same integrity that Draco did,” Celeste replied. We were all stunned. “And Angelica is his guardian as his mate. She will help him stay on the path of fairness and justice. He will only punish those who deserve it,” Celestina added. “What about our Creator?” Angelo questioned. “The Royal Kings are rather impatient aren’t they?” Kree laughed slightly. Lucia was still hovered over my father when he started mumbling something.

Dad replied, “if he was an ordinary Lycan.” “What are you talking about? There’s an ‘extraordinary’ one?” “There is,” Dad nodded, “You might know it as The Beast.” ***

"Well, pay attention to what I tell you." I leaned in, fully attentive, as she began to unravel the celestial tapestry. "The Celestial one is reborn every 100 years," she disclosed, her words carrying the weight of ages. "Begotten from a Medic and an Elite Warrior. According to my research, the current one is 98 years old, although I do not know of their precise dwelling."

I don't have much time to give him attention so I just flipped my hair at him and stood properly. “I, Leonard Mayhem, the seventh Archmaster of the Magic Ministry, calling all my brethren, ancestors and celestial guardians to bless these 12 Celestial Zodiacs in every battle that they may had. Lend them your strength and help them to overcome every enemy they may face. I bestow them the 12 weapons retrieved from the ancient world of Celestial Spirits. With these weapons and in the name of Archgoddess Lumia, I hereby declare victory upon them.” Archmaster put his hand in front of him while his palm facing downward. The stage suddenly glowed with white light and there was a portal created in t

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.