Lucis Caelum Mga Nobela at Kwento

The lower sanctum of Sulvenis was suffused with a low, uneasy glow. Candles lined the stone walls, their flames trembling as if the shadows themselves had a heartbeat. Lucien lay upon a dais of ancient oak, his chest rising and falling shallowly beneath the effects of the venom that had coursed through his veins. His golden eyes, usually so bright and unyielding, were shuttered behind a veil of unconsciousness.

It was about to be eight in the evening. . . . . Lucus got up from the Tokyo Tower as his eyes turned grey. The Antabulam began shining bright red. He looked inside it but couldn't read anything. There were various names appearing and disappearing continuously. And finally it stopped shining, leaving behind a blank paper. "This seems really bad..." - To be continued

I whispered in disbelief, just as Seth groaned. “Shoot, Camilla. Shoot before he gets up again,” he urged. I rose to my feet, taking bold steps toward Lucius and Tracey. The sky was beginning to brighten as Lucius shakily stood, shaking his head. The effects of the Alphalurian veil must have been wearing off, as his eyes no longer gleamed with that unnatural glow from earlier.

I saw a large area of black with a small white blob moving around. “And there is our future alpha.” Dr. Lewiston commented. He zoomed in on the white blob. I was transfixed with the screen. There on the screen was my pup. Locke was staring at the screen as well. “Everything with our future alpha looks right on target. The pup does look a little small, but I am guessing that is due to the pup being a hybrid.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “That would be right. Angels tend to be about the same size as a normal human newborn.” Eivor pointed out.

We all went to the office, and he dialed the call on speakerphone. Balthazar…for old time's sake, I did answer, say goodbye to your daughter, I’m sending her back to hell. Sylvia, why do you think she is cursed? Shut up, I do not want to hear your stupid theories. There is no escape now; next is Lucien. Makarius covered Lucien’s mouth. Lucien? What do you have with him? Nothing special about him? She laughed unhinged. He was born between veils… oh, he can travel the land of the dead and come back. She said it was creepy, and I got goosebumps.

This was weakening our team and making the undead stronger. Lucia decided to chant a spell to reverse whatever they were doing. Catalina and Olivia joined her and it was working, but slowly. Hector's wolf was no where to be found. With the thick smoke that formed around us, it was hard to see anyonand soon in became hard to see even my own paws. Suddenly, it was like total silence engulfed us. Not a single whisper could be heard as the thick white smoke concealed everything. A cry for help in the distance caught my attention. I blindly jogged towards the cry, trippinv and hurting myself along the way. It was jane.

“You mean—Zaphyr?” Lucy nodded slowly. “He’s grown soft and sentimental. I’ve been patient for months, Crystal. But this? This is our moment. If we kill Zaphyr, I take control of White Snow. You get your full army, I make the Shadow Blood alliance permanent, and we march to crush the Star Raiders and Elena together.” The silence in the room stretched, thick and dangerous. I sat down slowly, heart pounding. “You’d kill your mate?” Lucy didn’t flinch. “He was never truly mine. Just a means to an end.”

A large, dark shadow loomed over him, blocking out the light from the ballroom. Kael looked up, his eyes wide and glazed with the beginning of a primal fever. Standing there was Lucien. The Alpha wasn't moving, his body coiled with a sudden, terrifying tension. In the dim moonlight, Kael could see Lucien’s pupils were blown so wide they almost swallowed the irises, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sudden, intoxicating explosion of Kael’s true scent.

I ask. I’m afraid this is some kind of trick or another lesson or punishment. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. I’m a Lycan of my word. I swear it by the moon.” He looked up towards the sky, though the moon is mostly hidden by the trees, and places a closed fist to his chest. I’ve been around him long enough to know he thinks of the moon as some sort of God, and it holds some sort of power over him. He is crazy for sure, but he holds the moon in high regard, and I believe he will honor anything he swears upon it. At least I hope, but he can’t really be trusted.

Logan's footsteps gradually disappeared down the corridor. Moments later, the door opened. Cael stepped inside. For several seconds, I simply stared. He wasn't dressed for court nor for battle. Instead, he wore a deep charcoal tunic beneath a dark royal cloak embroidered with silver wolves along the shoulders. His copper hair caught the sunlight pouring through the windows, making it seem almost golden. His amber eyes found mine immediately. Then I noticed what he was holding. Flowers. A large bouquet of white moon lilies mixed with pale blue wildflowers.