The Celestial Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE "I, Derek, the future Alpha of this pack, officially reject you, Heidi Artemis, as my destined mate and my future Luna. I sever the bond between us right now, and I banish you from ever seeking a place by my side." Derek nodded with glee as he straightened his posture. He grabbed the microphone tightly with his right hand and cleared his throat.

“Everything... about Vespera Nightingale.” Logan nodded, hurrying to keep pace. He pressed the elevator button as they reached the lobby. “I’ll get on it right away, sir.” But as the doors slid open and they stepped inside, Logan hesitated, the name feeling oddly familiar on his tongue. “Vespera Nightingale... Vespera...” His eyes widened as the elevator began to descend. “Hold on... isn’t she the newly announced female lead for Jerry Gray’s series? The Darkness Behind Me? Wait... is that her? That’s Vespera?”

Eko Citadel, Celestia Studios The studio……, oh the studio, it was a chatedral; not to God, to perfection. Light bled through glass walls etched with shifting patterns, like the room itself was alive. The air hummed with faint harmonics from sound-dampening fields. A choir of holograms floated around him, reacting to his breath, filling in harmonies he didn’t have to ask for. Tunde stood in the booth barefoot, the floor beneath him glowing faintly with each step. A single note in his throat could make the room respond, the panels tuning themselves to his range, the orchestra adjusting to his rhythm.

"You wasted five of your time saying that, take good care of your next words." "My name is Stella and I'm an astronomer," I decided to introduce myself, to at least win more than ten seconds. It seemed to work because the Alpha sketched a slight shock when dilating his pupils. Around us, the silence was present. "I study the stars, and I found coordinates following the constellations of the zodiac. Or rather, some constellations, because there were many others that I didn't have time to translate." "And what did the moon say to you?" he asked, letting go of my chin. "Duntied did the moon agree to send you here?"

I still don’t know how to use them but I know that I can do it. “Safharra Academy would have their entrance trial in 4 days. It’s a good thing that you’ve been able to attain at least three spirits and I am so amazed that you were able to learn in just 3 days! You really are a Celestian.” Celestian. A word I’ve never heard before but being called by it is such an honor. “It’s all thanks to you and Mrs. Elrod. I don’t know what would happen to me if you didn’t saw me in that forest that night.”

Celestial beings, ethereal entities that embodied the essence of the cosmos, awaited the couple within the celestial citadel. In the heart of the celestial citadel, a cosmic congregation unfolded. Celestial beings acknowledged Victoria and Alexander with nods of cosmic acknowledgment, signaling the beginning of a revelation that would shape the course of their celestial journey. Whispers of celestial winds carried echoes of ancient prophecies and cosmic truths that transcended the limitations of mortal understanding.

I close the distance between us, Celeste instantly looks down at her feet, unable to bear our close proximity. I need to see her beautiful eyes. "Look at me baby" I whisper but it still comes out roughly, keeping my hands to myself with great difficulty because the moment I touch her I know I'll loose control. She hesitantly raises her head connecting those beautiful grey irises with my dark ones. My wolf purrs in my head in satisfaction. "I Theodore ,the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack accept you Celeste as my soultmate and the future Luna." I declare without breaking contact with her. My words are firm, I don't show an ounce of doubt to her.

Second position would go to the telepaths, and the most desired and feared of all, psychometrics, both of which I believe have slipped through his fingers in one single form. It is widely known that the Celestial pack had gifts above and beyond what was expected in a werewolf. Tales have been told and passed down for centuries about the Moon Goddess favouring that one pack above all others and gifting them with powers derived from her own. I am not one for tales and bedtime stories, but from what I have seen in my lifetime it seems that the fanciful fables had some element of truth to them.

I realized, after walking on the empty, deserted road, that walking and crying was not a promising idea. The desolated path was shrouded by a dense canopy of towering trees, their branches interlacing like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. The moon, hidden behind dark clouds, cast intermittent shadows that danced eerily along the uneven pavement. The chorus of chirping crickets filled the night air, their relentless symphony punctuated by the occasional croak of a frog from a nearby pond.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.