The Celestials Book Novels & Stories

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

I said, glancing sideways at Valen, “how does it feel knowing there’s finally a court more beautiful than yours?” He turned to me slowly, brows raised. “You wound me, my lady.” I grinned. “Do I?” He leaned back with a small sigh, the silver-threaded embroidery on his lapel catching the faintest glint of light. “The Celestials are obsessed with aesthetics that's all” “They live in a glowing glass realm with actual stars growing on trees, Valen. Let me have this.” Caelora laughed from their carraige besidee ours “She’s not wrong.”

He's probably all but raised him since he was fifteen like you did to me. 'While that is true, it goes far deeper than that. This is going to sound really odd at first, but bear with me here. In simple terms, Bane and I are actually Xavier's great-grandparents. She paused for a long moment, allowing that revelation to sink in. Bane was the king who stopped the slaughter of the Celestials in the first place and gave a time of peace back to the realms. Back then, Celestials weren't as you know them to be today. They had magic of their own and didn't rely on familiars. They also typically had feathered white wings and were known to be the race that was closest to the Gods themselves. Only the l

Edward caught me before I hit the ground, but pain shot through my chest — a deep, twisting burn that spread like wildfire through my veins. “Kora!” Celestian’s eyes — or what looked like eyes — glowed brighter. “The bridge breathes because she does. Should she falter, the world collapses. Should she break, creation and ruin fall together.” Edward’s power flared. “You’re not taking her.” Celestian’s tone remained calm. “I need not take what already belongs to me. The balance will collect its debt in time.” And with that, the being began to dissolve — its form scattering into dust and light until nothing remained but silence.

Just like how she had seen them. If in her first life Edmin had not been able to see her husband, it was different at that moment. She followed his every move. It flew away until it seemed like a bubble and disappeared into the air. That's when her knees finally gave out. She sobbed into his palms. Zachriel has returned to Celes. In the place he considered his true home. He looked around. Celes is a hundred times more beautiful than the realm of mortals. Not only in beauty but also in having cleanliness, peace and abundance. In that place there is only eternal light. Not a trace of darkness. Such is the case with Celes.

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

Reincarnated, he possessed greater transcendent potential, now fused with this miraculous artifact. The Eye of Aslant, originally the Eye of Insight, was a sacred relic of the Aslant Civilization, a once high-tier Astral-level civilization. Its destruction during the war with the Fulgor Civilization had astonished all. “Who would have thought an artifact deemed indestructible could fail at the hands of a fragile one like me?” Logo mused wryly. Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm.

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

“For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...” ...vile creatures... ...turned into demons...” My lips escaped a small gasp, instantly covering them with my hand, the moment my ears picked up the sounds of footsteps echoing across the corridor, quickly switching off the small flashlight, now hugging the old book tightly to my chest as I sat completely still, afraid of being caught. “What are you doing?” A small, terrified shriek tumbled out my lips, only to instantly calm down, the moment I looked up and noticed my brother staring down right at me.

"I'm starving. I need food." Gabriel took her to a private club for lunch, they sat in a separate dining room, and he insisted she ordered a full three-course meal, seeing as she hadn't had much breakfast. They sat together in the most fantastic room waiting for their lunch to arrive. The room was decadent, thick red velvet curtains gathered from the ceiling into a sheikhs tent, Amelia gazed around squealing with happiness at the coloured glass lanterns, and the enormous wall-sized screen depicting camels strolling across the desert. Gabriel dug into his kebabs and jewelled couscous.