Spell Celeste 소설 & 이야기

The priestess mumbled as she entered the cycle made with the candles, the blood placed in the middle while she sat in front of it. Well that makes sense, I thought while nodding even though her eyes aren't focused on me. She started Chanting again and after a few minutes of saying some words she added a drop of my blood to the bowl of water in front of her. The blood started expanding until it looked like a map and my eyes widen. It worked. The priestess looked up at me and gave me a smile but I was too focused on the glowing part in the water to return it. That is where Celeste's been held captive.

"I know you want to kill me. You're blaming me for everything and you want to kill me because of that." He let out a sarcastic chuckle before he takes a step closer to him. "Oh, I didn't know you're aware of that already." He put his hands back in his pocket before he stares back at Celestine. Celestine is the type of woman that no one wants to mess up with because of the power that her father used to have. And also, she's a sharp-tongued woman who listens to her brain instead of her heart—it's always been the things she needs to accomplish not the things she really wanted.

Celeste, you are a fool. "Celeste? Celeste?"

Liam plays his cards close, and Nathan is just another pawn in his meticulous game. Still, every pawn has its limits. Celeste is standing at the curb now, laughing at something Nathan said. The sound is soft, light, so painfully out of place in a world like ours. She has no idea the storm she’s standing in the middle of. She’s oblivious, a delicate flower in the middle of a battlefield. And I’ll admit—there’s something almost amusing about it.

“We are performing two surgeries at the same time! Can you make it until 9:20?! Feeling dizzy, I still managed to stand up and do my routine while talking on the phone. “Just make it stable, I am coming.” As I start driving, realizations strike me. Maybe, I was really born to steal someone’s property, as my name. STELLA, STEAL. I am Stella Louisse Ocampo, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Funny, how I can literally stitch others heart when I cannot even fix my own.

But anger burns in her gaze, a fury that makes the air around her crackle from the power she is restraining. She catches my eye and gives me a slight nod. I’m here. I’m with you. The gesture relieves a small fraction of my tension. Kael lounges in his throne, deceptively casual. But I’ve known him long enough to recognize the predator lurking beneath that relaxed posture. Nothing misses his sharp gaze. And then I see her. Celeste. She stands with the Umbra Council, her father—Lord Theodore—beside her. She is dressed in pale blue, virginal and delicate, with her golden hair arranged in elaborate braids. She looks like a victim. Fragile. Innocent.

It was incredible to realize how she wasted years inside her shell, for people who weren't worth her sacrifices. My eyes met Gia’s a few times, but she always looked away. She would laugh at something Gabriel said, but we all knew he was an asshole who didn't have a single funny bone in him. One of those times, Celeste’s eyes flicked across the room, then back to me. A knowing smile lifted her lips. “I can help with her, you know.” She started off. “What?” She left my side and stepped in front of me, looking me dead in the eyes.

My name is Celeste and I am the daughter of a peasant couple, I recently discovered that my mother was sterile and I always wanted to know how they managed to have me, but they never wanted to tell me. They considered themselves blessed by the gods and so did I. I was not a millionaire. I could not complain, I was not a millionaire but I had a quiet life in nature and I never suffered from any kind of need. The only thing I didn't like was being isolated from the rest of the world, since I was little my parents forbade me to talk to strangers and never let me go to town alone. When I turned 18 I thought it would be different but it was not.

she replied, “not sure about it, but might be true.” “Okay..” I trailed off, waiting for her to continue, Brianne stood beside me, breathing heavily but calmer than when she entered. “Here” Celeste muttered, stopping at a page. Written in bold ash ink were the words CELESTIANA attached was a faded old picture. “This is what she called you” I muttered, “Celestiana” I read out, “servant to the two daughters moon goddess, cast out of the Celestial realm alongside her mistresses, cursed to roam till they complete their tasks and salvage the destruction they caused.” I finished.

“Someone whose gifts have been sealed and suppressed for far too long.” A chill ran down Celeste’s spine. She thought of the strange flashes she’d been having. The woman in silver robes, the running, the fire, the pulsing darkness beneath the earth. She pushed the images away before they could surface again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said carefully.