Spell Celeste 소설 & 이야기

Then she turned her back and unleashed an arrow that put a stake o the Goddess’ heart. “I can take my rest now too. Cerina, the future of Celestia is in your hands now. Kill her to undo the spell she had cast upon the other Celestial Twelve. I’m counting on you,” the Goddess said to me just before she slowly disintegrated into small bits of golden lights. Her celestial realm gradually collapsed, and even the Pandemonium Goddess Lumia had created using her writing simulation magic was destroyed. I bowed at her as a sign of high respect. Then, I intently looked at Vela. I spread my wings and hurriedly flew towards her. There’s no time for mercy. I’ll kill you Vela no matter what it takes.

I looked at Lexus and stopped when I saw that his eyes were slowly burning with desire. I slowly swallowed and bent down to capture his lips. "Celeste…"

Enhanced security. Celeste lifted her face with a gentle motion. Our gazes locked. Seeing the impact of the chains on her gave me a brief moment of reflection. Not only her magic, but she looked as if her life was drained out of her. "You..." she murmured. Her voice was rough and grating, like the sound of two stones scraping together. "The wolf with a divine blessing." "I am," I responded. She recognized me and seemed aware of what I had done to her creations. Even in this subdued lighting, I could perceive the intensity of her gaze.

"Scarlett." ******

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

Elias and a small contingent of werewolves accompanied me, their silent presence a testament to the gravity of our mission. We traveled deep into the heart of the forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and moss. After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at a secluded clearing. In the center stood an ancient stone circle, its weathered surfaces etched with runes that seemed to pulse with a faint, otherworldly light. From the shadows emerged a figure, cloaked in black and exuding an aura of quiet power. She stepped forward, revealing herself as Selene, the high priestess of the coven. Her eyes, dark and piercing, seemed to see straight into my soul.

Before Aria could react, Celeste was striding toward them, her heels clicking against the cobblestones. “Well, isn’t this a sight,” Celeste said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She stopped in front of Aria, her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. “The famous Luna, parading her little pup around as if she owns the place.” Aria’s grip on Ace’s hand tightened. “Celeste,” she said evenly, keeping her tone calm. “This isn’t the time or place.” “Isn’t it?” Celeste retorted, her eyes flicking to Ace. “So, this is the little prince everyone whispers about. Quite the resemblance to his real father, don’t you think?”

But they only gave her space and dispersed when Azrael waved at them. Azrael was the only thing holding her from being free. She eyed him with his hands in his pockets, and his dark shirt rolled at the sleeves and his collar open at the throat. She now wondered if he'd gone to sleep at all. “Do you like what you see, Cara Mia?” He looked sinfully composed like he had not spent the last hour commanding a manhunt through his private gardens for a twenty one year old American woman. “Don't call me that! My name is Celeste. I want to leave this…place.”

He turned the body over, revealing a jagged symbol carved into the chest — a serpent coiled around a crescent moon. My stomach dropped. “You’re kidding.” “The Serpent Crest,” Damien said grimly. “I thought they were extinct.” “They were,” Sebastian said. “Until now.” I groaned. “Of course. Because things weren’t apocalyptic enough.” Celeste stood still, her face unreadable — but her eye. There was something haunted there. Like she knew more than she wanted to admit. And for a second — just one — she looked less like a noblewoman and more like someone who’d walked through hell before.

The odd blue eyed girl, Kaleshia, smiles when she sees Zay. "But who is she?" Zay looks to me and gives me an apologetic smile. "This is Celeste, our new Luna." Kaleshia's eyes widened. "And Celeste, this is Kaleshia. My mate." Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen. "I'm so sorry," Kaleshia says quickly. "When I saw you in here I automatically assumed the worse. My species is a bit more. . . Possessive than others."