The Celestial Lord Novels & Stories

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.

“Please come upstairs with me. We have not only excellent celestial plants but also elixirs suitable for your level and many high-grade mysterious artifacts there," the shopkeeper said, sensing a potential big spender and getting friendly with Adrian. Upstairs, Adrian noticed a peculiar-looking celestial plant seedling and asked the shopkeeper about it. The shopkeeper noted Adrian's interest and gladly explained. The seedling was from the Celestisorb Tree, a useful celestial plant specializing in absorbing celestial veins. When planted, it could release celestial veins, making it essential for immortals above level nine.

The responsibility and weight and burden of the sacrificial year of Osyron dropped on him like a bomb shell, shattering his will into many unrecognizable pieces. He was the Lord and Ruler of Astaroth, an Axeris who had the ultimate duty of seeing to it that Osyron and his undead army remained sealed up. She was Khione and she was his sacrificial. It made his heart quake and ache and stir, causing him to feel things and emotions he never knew was possible for him to feel. And he found his heart conflicted and troubled; he didn’t want to let her go.

The only sound to be heard was the sound of a Slave woman falling presumably to her death. The story of the Goddess waters dates back to a long time ago. Legend has it that the moon goddess, mother and creator of the werewolf race grew up to be of age. She had gotten to the age where she was to be given a mate, a companion that would rule with her and cherish her forever. She had dreamt of this for so long having still being a young child when she was crowned the goddess of the moon. She desperately prayed for a partner someone that would love her forever . The process of getting a mate was supervised by a gathering of the most powerful immortal beings known as the Council of the Mytics. T

This human was the only one present when he came into this world so she must be the guardian of this world's portal and would definitely know how he could get back to his world. If only he knew that he had already made a gigantic first impression on Arya and it wasn't a pleasant one. So with a reignited determination to find his way back home, he introduced himself to Arya again, "Hello, human. My name is Lord Amaris Lun. It's nice to meet you." This time, Arya definitely heard the voice again and who or what it came from. Staring in shock, she heard the wild ani- beast speaking to her with its fangs and sharp teeth revealing themselves with each word it spoke.

"Amelia, werewolf of noble spirit, the time has come for you to embrace your true destiny and unlock the full power of the Celestial Heart." Amelia felt a surge of determination course through her veins, her heart ablaze with newfound purpose. She held her sword aloft, its blade shining brilliantly. "With the strength of the Celestial Heart, I will end the Shadow Lord's reign of darkness!" In an awe-inspiring display of celestial power, streams of radiant energy shot forth from the Celestial Heart, enveloping Amelia and the werewolf in a luminous cocoon. They could feel their strength replenish, their bodies infused with ancient magic.