Death was somewhat a stranger to Celeste Valois, until she saw the walls of her home painted red with blood. Then death became a constant companion, a shadow looming over her. She just wished it would take her, take her like it had taken everyone she loved. But it seems like she has a destiny to fulfill , a kingdom to save , a monster to kill and lives to change. A long path of suffering lies in front of her, but she won't be alone. There's a grey eyed boy with a heart full of hatred , a boy who's smile reminds her of the the sun and a girl who looks for stories in the stars ; they say they'll walk with her.

Or the story in which four traumatized teenagers save a country and realize that monsters are not born, they are created.

Ignis

Celeste hadn't said anything to her Uncle. What even was there to say? It wasn't his fault sure. But it was too much for her, to know that the monster hadn't always been a monster. 


 So she retreated to her room and stared at the shadows as it slowly grew darker and darker. She'd heard the door creak open an hour ago. She didn't know who it was and she didn't care. She didn't have the energy to deal with everyone. So she pretended to be asleep. 


 She did fall asleep once or twice but the nightmares seemed adamant to keep her up. Nightmares of a bruised boy and a pale girl. Nightmares of her grandfather covering up the murder of a young girl. Nightmares of her family not being what she had always thought they were. Did her father know? Was he an accomplice? 


 No, she couldn't think like that. She couldn't even be sure it was her family that poisoned Isabelle. In fact, what if Alphard was wrong? What if she had just died? 


THIRTY FOUR