I hate putting these in books but unfortunately today I woke up sick. I have not been able to write and what I had written so far, is not enough in length nor nearly good enough in content for you guys to read. But I don't want to leave you guys with nothing so here is a sneak peak of the reimagined, revamped world of Celestial Sisters/Nox Haven Series. One or two days ago I made the announcement that I was going to be rewriting the Nox Haven series and that is because I have tried to edit but honestly I have changed so much in writing that it needs more than a makeover, more like a facelift. I will not be posting the full book until it is finished because then I always end up rushing and it's never as good as it could be. But it will have some of our favorite characters- unfortunately some are getting axed. Some characters still exist in this world but they are reimagined with different names and different back stories. For the new world I have decided that Caddie's story- or Cadaalada as her full name is- (that was never mentioned in the books but that was actually always her full name) will be a sort of Prologue book to the main books which will feature Twyla and Luna. The reason why is because a lot of the things that afffect Twyla and Luna will be because of her story. I'm sorry for those of you who love the original story but as an older writer- I can't help but look back and think, I can do better and I can do more. I will still be updating this book which only has a few more chapters- a little less than ten (Yay!!)- and I will keep the original versions on Wattpad to read but I hope you all will like the second draft much more.

Thank you I hope you all are feeling better than I am right now,

Ro.
**Warming: some lines and wordings from Celestial Sisters were recycled for the revamp**

Now onto the first chapter of a book that I have yet to name!

The city was alive.

You could feel it in the air, the sizzling awareness that something more lingered within it's old bones.

A spectacular fusion of pinks and purples painted the sky as stars glittered around the moon, like diamonds floating in the air. Hidden beneath a heavy green drapery was a city of stone and glass, vines were woven around the tall spires, like an intricate spiderweb. Smoke smelling faintly of sage and lemons drifted from the opened windows of apartments. Flames danced wildly in the wind, as candles were gradually placed on the sills of the windows. Sitting in an old wicker rocking chair, on the terrace of her sixth floor apartment, an old, bony woman threaded her jeweled fingers through the silky strands of her black cat while humming a tune that was lost through the ages. She watched through her one pale eye- the one that was not glass- as the city's inhabitants crawled out from their hiding places. Though the sun had settled into its slumber, the city only now, was awakening. Many people were just beginning to throw off their covers, or crack open the lid of their coffins, or jump down from their hammocks.

Waking up at such an ungodly hour was not unusual for the inhabitants of Isodale, it was, after all, nighttime when the monsters came out to play.

Inside the old woman's dingy apartment, the flying orbs of light slowly lit up as her other two roommates made their way out of bed. The first door opened, revealing a young woman, her choppy black hair was tied back with a bandanna, her sweatpants clung tightly to her curved hips, which bunched at the thighs, as she made her way into the small kitchen. She had an attractively petite face but that was not to be seen as her face contorted with a yawn. She opened the cabinets- they had once been white but after one painting session with her niece the wood quickly turned into a rainbow of colors. The contents of the cabinets consisted of one box of Cheerios and a series of questionable items stored in mason jars- the questionable items ranged from anything, like freshly procured eyeballs to dainty, daisy petals. Slamming the cabinets shut, she noticed the boiling pot on the wood burning stove and dipped her pinky into the brown liquid. She sniffed the substance and was pleasantly surprised to find that her mother was just cooking beef stew, instead one of her toxic many concoctions. Plucking a basil leaf from one of the many hanging plants, she crushed the leaf in her hand and sprinkled remaining bits into the mix. There, she thought, now it was perfect.

The young witch abandoned the kitchen, upon hearing a voice in the living room. She rested her elbows on the back of the sofa and watched with a mounting dismay as the news caster divulged the gruesome details of the newest murder. Three dragon shifters, read the newsreel, found dead this morning, in Trinity Metro. Their bodies drained of blood.

"Did you know about this?" Her eyes didn't waver from the screen.

The old woman stopped humming for a moment, hers eyes flickered to the tv inside. "I had a feeling."

"You had a feeling." The younger witch's lips twitched into a frown. "And you didn't think about alerting the Council. It could be them."

"We have no reason to believe that it is them. It could just be a random vampire. Until more evidence surfaces, I am quite content in not living in paranoia. And please, Nyx, for the goddesses, keep your voice down. I don't want Twyla to know about this," the older woman resumed humming.

Nyx bit the inside of her cheek, and swallowed her snippy response. She knew better than to argue with her mother, or push her for more information. Arguing with a psychic only left you with more questions and a headache that wasn't there before. She knew from personal experiences, the only way to get a psychic to talk was to get them drunk and Nyx hadn't seen her mother drunk since the late 80s. The late 1880s. Snatching the remote off of the sofa cushion, Nyx changed the channel to Ivan Romain- vampire soldier turned yoga instructor.  With a snap of her fingers, her gray sweatpants morphed into yoga leggings and her mosquito eaten t-shirt turned to a sports bra. The orange and clunky sofa, stripped itself to pieces. The wooden legs floated over to the corner, waiting for their turn to be used again, as the fabric stretched and folded itself into a yoga mat. She glanced over at the only door in the Goodwin apartment, that was still closed, before assuming her position on the mat. She remembered her mother's words and for once found herself agreeing. Twyla didn't need to know.

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Behind the closed door, Twyla awoke, lying in a pool of her own sweat, her chest was heaving. Mr. Cuddles was clutched tightly in her fists as her breathing calmed. Squeezing her eyes shut, flashes of her most recent night terror played in her head. The haunting image of a shadowy figure, much larger than her eight foot tall ceilings with glowing crimson was playing on loop, inside her mind. And though she knew it was just dream, she couldn't help but feel paralyzed with fear, each time, as if the figure could escape dream and become a reality. Twyla reopened her eyes, the glowing eyes, were replaced by the smoldering stare of Ian Somerhalder. Now, that was a much prettier sight to see. Despite the fact the Vampire Diaries was filled to the brim with fake supernatural stereotypes, Twyla found it hard to resist the beauty of Damon Salvatore. The show was her guilty pleasure and also one of her biggest secrets. If anyone, especially Ronan, learned that she liked that show it would completely damage her street cred.

Twyla ignored her aching muscles, sat up and rubbed the grime out of her eyes. Clapping her hands together, the heavy black drapes screeched and groaned as they were forced to be separated once again. Peeking out her window, Twyla studied the people that ran by. Three gangly, pre-teen werewolves with claws and ears much larger than their lanky bodies used their skateboards to zipline down the vines. A vampire couple, looking pale and tragic, strolled by- the man wrapped his arm around the woman's waist as she held a lace, parasol above their heads. The city was bustling and it was barely nine. That only happened on special occasions, and today was indeed a very special occasion, it was Celestial Day. Or as the humans liked to call it, Halloween. After eighteen torturous years under the watchful, psychic eye, of her Grandmother, Twyla Goodwin was finally getting the chance to explore a new and very exciting world- New York. Every other year, when she begged to go with Ronan to the human city, Nana refused, claiming she was too young but now she an adult, legally and physically. Nothing could stop her.

She stood up, despite her body's protest and looked at her room. Dirty clothes were scattered everywhere, they practically covered her entire floor. Sigils were spray painted on her dresser, the drawers were pulled wide open, leaving her lingerie exposed. On top of her bedside table incense sticks sat in an old water bottle, beside her crystals. Band posters covered her black painted walls. Most of the bands were purely supernatural, like the Gregorian Rants, a band of British vampires who were forever stuck as angsty teens. Twyla loved their music, especially their hit song Dead Dead Dead. It was a conceptual piece of art that always made her feel so... dead.

Sparks flew from the tips of her fingers as she waved hands over the mess on the floor. Floating in the air, the clothing carefully divided itself into two piles: the barely clean and the toxic wasteland. She clacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, knowing full- well she could only put off doing the laundry for another week. It wasn't as if the laundry took more than five minutes with her magic but, it was the fact that she had to do something against her will that grated against her nerves. Grabbing her favorite hoodie- the one that was tight around her chest but billowed around her hips, Twyla pulled on a pair of ripped black jeans and topped off the outfit with combat boots and a series of rings and necklaces. Each piece of jewelry she wore, was charmed with a different purpose. There wasn't a witch in the world who would leave their house without their jewels.

Twyla sighed at the sight that greeted her in the mirror. Her black hair hung in waves around her sharp and angular face- she was not pretty- Twyla was what one would describe as striking. And that was mostly because of her silver, almost diamond like, eyes. She glanced at the image in the top corner of the mirror; it was the only picture she managed to steal of her late mother. Her mother was smiling a large toothy grin, with her sapphire eyes shining with happiness. She was so beautiful and so different from Twyla. Twyla's own eyes began to shine as she looked at the picture, but for a completely different reasons. Today was not the day to dig up sad memories, she chided herself and fled the dark the travesty that was her room.

"Ah! She lives," said Nyx as she twisted her body into a shape that was not humanly possible.

"Barely," Twyla padded over to the kitchen, carefully avoiding the boiling pot as she grabbed herself a bowl of cereal. "Should I be worried about whatever you're doing? You look like you're trying to exorcise a demon, again." 

"Oh, god no," A crack sounded in the lower part of her back, "Ow. I have officially swore of demon exorcising for the rest of eternity. This is just yoga- or at least- this is my attempt at yoga."

Twyla stifled a laugh as Nyx fell face first into the mat. "You know you have to actually listen to his instructions- and not ogle his face."

"If that were true then the tv producers should have hired a less attractive specimen."

"Then sorry suckers like you wouldn't watch it," Twyla took another bite of her cereal only to realize that the Cheerios were stale and spit the mouthful into the sink "Someone needs to go food shopping."

"Great," Nyx snapped her fingers together and a black pouch appeared out of thin air and dropped onto the island. "You're going out with Ronan today, you can pick up the food."

Peering into the small bag, Twyla counted out fifty golden morsels in her hand. That would get them by for the next week, but unless Nyx or Nana suddenly stumbled upon a hidden family treasure, she was going to have to start raiding Ronan's fridge. The psychic industry was a hard business to make money off of, especially in Isodale where there were thousands of struggling psychics, waiting for their talents to be discovered. "Why am I always the errand girl?

"Because," Nyx unlocked her body from its former position and stood up. "I have to get to Howlin' Hotties in thirty minutes before my shift starts."

"Wait- you got a job," Twyla almost dropped the gold coins in her hand.

"Oh not you too, your grandmother almost had a heart attack when she saw the vision."

"Can't blame me!" Nana yelled from the terrace. "You haven't had a job in five years."

Despite the nonchalant tone in Nyx's voice, Twyla could see the smirk her aunt was struggling to keep off of her face. She could count on one hand, the amount of times Nana spoke to her eldest daughter with a look of pride in her eye. Nana's excitement over the new job was not unnoticed by Nyx but just like everything else in her life, she played it cool. "A spot opened in their makeup department. They needed an illusionist who knew their way around cosmetics and they thought I fit their vibe."

That was one of the highest compliments anyone could get- Howlin Hotties was the 'it' place for fashion in Isodale. Of course, there were other trendy boutiques with names so posh and long, Twyla couldn't even begin to pronounce them. But most people in Isodale shopped in Howlin' Hotties- the store was charmed so every shopper would see different products that fit their style and personality. It was a part of their most basic ideal: Uniquely You.

"Well, now I owe Ronan five morsels," Twyla grumbled, remembering the bet she made five years ago with her best friend.

The metal gears of the elevator, grated against each other, making a noise that sounded vaguely like a banshee's scream. Covering her ears with her hands, Twyla opened the door- not at all surprised to see the golden boy himself waiting in the birdcage-like contraption. "Why do you owe me morsels?" Ronan asked as the barred door slid open.

Ronan was Twyla's complete opposite in every way possible. His face was chiseled into perfection, with cheekbones that reached for the sky and a chin that tapered off to a point so sharp- it was practically a dagger. Twyla had never been to a jungle before, but she imagined it would look just like his mossy green eyes. Black leaves were tattooed across his cheeks- it was the closest thing the faes had to freckles. His elvish ears were almost entirely covered by the mass of his honey-colored curls. He wore an outfit that faintly resembled armor with a wooden breastplate and matching gauntlets- except unlike a true suit of armor he wore a crocheted sweater underneath the breastplate and a pair of tragically stylish battered jeans.

"Nyx got a job," Twyla covered her mouth as if she were whispering a secret.

A sinister smirk wormed its way onto Ronan's face as he addressed Nyx. "I knew you could do it. This one however," he jabbed a finger at Twyla, "Had such little faith."

Smacking his hand away, Twyla crossed her arms over chest and stuck her tongue out at him. As childish as it was, it was worth seeing the self-righteous smirk fall from his face. "Stella! Your demon spawn is acting out again. Fix it."

The cat sprang off of Nana's lap, landing on her paws with an ageless grace and strutted into the apartment. She offered their guest a sidelong glance before sticking her nose in the air and disappearing behind the kitchen island. Ronan and Ebony, the cat, had a long-standing feud that dated back to Twyla's early childhood, when Ronan came up the brilliant idea to take Ebony for a walk and she was almost eaten by a homeless werewolf. It had been ten years since the incident and Ebony had neither forgiven nor forgotten.

Nana sighed. Pulling her silver, eagle headed cane out from under the folds over her skirt, she stood wearily on her feet and hobbled into the living room. Twyla could never tell whether Nana was happy or upset simply by looking at her face, for her face held an unsettling likeliness to the Persian cat hiding behind the kitchen island.

"Twyla Nelah keep that tongue in your mouth before I put it in the stew," Nana's one good eye narrowed threateningly, as the other one remained wide open and unblinking.

The crooked smile appeared, once again, on Ronan's face. "You know, Stella, my mother was talking about this etiquette class taught by a vampire named Eileen Montgomery. My neighbor had two sons- they were practically the poster boys for teenage angst- and after one lesson, they're now at the top of their class at Nox Haven. I could get the number for y-" Twyla squashed his foot like a bug under her boot, "For love of the goddesses!" He cursed.

"If I wasn't running late, I'd yell at you two," Nyx interjected, "But I have to go." She snapped her fingers and for the third time that day, her outfit changed. She planted a chaste kiss on Twyla's cheek, as Twyla attempted in vain to fight her off and then, fled the apartment.

The door slammed behind Nyx, leaving an insufferable silence in her wake- which only lasted about three seconds too long before Nana spoke again. "Don't you kids have something illegal to do?"

"I'd much rather my time spend time in your lovely company but if I must settle with Twyla, then I must," Ronan tried to keep up with charming facade while bouncing on one foot and clutching the other but ended up looking like a pogo stick.

It took a great deal of self control for Twyla to not break his other foot- but she knew he would earn Nana's sympathy and she would be forced into some ungodly task to earn retribution. The last time he pushed her over the edge was nearly three years ago, when they were fighting over the remote and Twyla pushed him into the tv, nearly breaking his arm and the screen. She spent the next weeks, after that incident, as Nana's personal errand girl picking up her special edition slug slime and dumpster diving for werewolf hair. Perhaps, the hardest part of that week, was the fact that Ronan was allowed to tag along and laugh at her in the process.

"We're leaving," Twyla grabbed Ronan by the crock of his arm. She was so focused on getting out of the apartment, she completely missed the peculiar look Ronan and Nana shared.

"Slow down, woman," said Ronan as they reached the elevator, "You're going to pull my arm out of its socket."

He reached out to press the button for the first floor but Twyla smacked his hand away. "I am not going in that metal death trap!"

His brows furrowed, "How else are we going to leave? You can't exactly jump down from the window-" The words died on the tip of his tongue upon seeing the wicked gleam in Twyla's eyes. "Oh no. Anything but that."

Despite his protests, Ronan didn't run away or even try to free his arm from Twyla's grasp. Instead- he squared his shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut, knowing it would be less painful if he didn't watch. Twyla smiled at the sweet surrender. There were very few times when Ronan was willing to let her have way, partly because he was a selfish bastard and partly because Twyla's way usually came with a hazard warning. Following Ronan's lead, Twyla closed her eyes, allowing the gentle thrum of magic to awaken in her veins. A cool breeze ruffled Twyla's hair as the ground beneath their feet began to shift and then completely disappear- Ronan's hand tightened around Twyla's. Neither one opened their eyes until their feet were once again firmly planted on solid ground.

"You can open your eyes," They were standing in the alleyway of her apartment, with Ronan clinging to her like a wet pair of jeans. "And let go of my hand you idiot."

One, mossy green eye opened, surveying the surroundings before the other eye opened and he begrudgingly released her hand. "You need to stop doing that! We could have ended up in the Bahamas!"

Twyla massaged her hand once it was free for his vice-like grip, rolled her eyes and said, "Where's your sense of adventure."

"Gone," The two began to walk down the alley, shoulder to shoulder, stepping around pieces of trash and sleeping hobos. "I can't do anything on an empty stomach. Let's go to-"

"Flutterbee's." Twyla finished for him, her lips were set in a hard line, brow raised. It was always the same thing, everyday- they ate at the same place, hung out in same spots. Twyla felt like her whole life was like that human movie- Groundhog's day.

"How'd you know I was going to say that? Are you now psychic like Stella?" Twyla held back a smirk at how absolutely horrified he looked at the thought.

"No but you, my friend are very predictable. Everything in Isodale is predictable..."

"What is that!"  Twyla's steps faltered as they reached the end of the alleyway, brightly colored sigils were spray painted on the bricks. There were tons of them, overlapping one another, their lines almost undefinable. Each sigil had a different power but they were all drawn for the same purpose.

To protect.

But from what was the question?

The wards were up and working fine, the humans were sleeping soundly- completely ignorant to the world that lingered within theirs. Isodale was safe and everything was fine. At least- everything appeared fine on the surface but when Twyla watched the people who passed by on the sidewalk she noticed a certain tension in their strides and the occasional glances over their shoulders. That never happened before.

She turned to Ronan who was standing off to the side, watching her with a cold, almost calculating look. "What in the Spriritlands is going on?"

**I would love to hear what you guys think of the sneak peak since the only people who know these characters better than me is all of you. I would like to say that this story still follows Twyla and Luna's discovery of their divine past lives but there are some differences. Some obvious differences, the girls are living in different realms not different cities. Ronan is a completely new character with some Ryder (from the Dark Witch) influences in his character- please tell me what you guys think. Twyla and Luna's mom and dad are both dead in this new world and Luna is living in New York with her mom's best friend and her daughter. Nox Haven Academy still exists and in this story, Twyla actually went to Nox Haven which is how she met Ronan. And in this story Twyla actually met Caddie before she graduated.

Some things that will be very different would be:

Caddie's backstory: A big problem with the first story is that a lot of people didn't like how Caddie was misdiagnosed- even if that was the point- so instead her dad will be in on the secret, courtesy of Nora. That is also because I have no interest in making Heidi or Nora evil in this story. Alix will not be chosen as her guard, they will just naturally become best friends. Caddie and Alix will live in New York together where they go to art school until Heidi stops in for a visit on her fifteenth birthday with some hard truths and an offer to go to Nox Haven Academy.

The Council: The council is no longer composed of the six strongest witches- it is composed of the four magical kingdoms. Fae. Witch. Vampire. Werewolf. The royal families will sit on the council with their esteemed diplomats and trusted advisors. Caddie will not be a royal but Heidi will be an advisor to the Queen which brings her close to a certain Prince.

World-Building: Most of the stories will take place in Isodale- a sanctuary city for the supernatural. I have always loved the idea of a more interesting world existing within ours.

Characters that will not exist and or reimagined:

Dmitri: Dmitri is going to be replaced as Aleksander's sibling by a younger a sister. A twin just creates complications and a potential love square that I don't want to touch again.

Maddox, Mira, Kimone: I love them all- except for one- but without the council members I just don't see where they belong. Maybe they will be reimagined later.

Will: I also love Will but the plans I had for his character are sort of being replaced by two new characters. 

Roberto: There will be a character like Roberto but they won't be the same.

Laurel: Laurel is a small character but she was important to Twyla so she is getting replaced by Ronan who will have more a presence than she did.

Everyone not mentioned above will appear.

Antagonists: The Dark Ones will be an antagonist but for Twyla and Luna and not for Caddie. Caddie's antagonist will be humans- that'll be explained more at a later time.

Please tell me what you guys think! I'm still working out kinks, some things might get changed or altered but I always love the input.