Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

The ground beneath it shook as it passed, everything in its path bending under its force. It was destruction… direct and unavoidable. Lucien didn’t move. His head remained tilted. His gaze locked onto hers. Then… He moved, barely. A single hand rising slowly… almost lazily. There was no urgency, no tension. Not even a sign that he even acknowledged the threat rushing toward him. And through it all… His eyes never left hers. His lips parted. And when he spoke, it wasn’t in any language known to man. “Solvaris… Nocthra Vey.”

That evening, when Isabella returned home from work, she saw Lucius standing at the entrance of the house from a distance. The setting sun cast a golden glow on his well-proportioned and upright figure. His eyes were deep and dark, like a distant, profound sea with brilliant lights shimmering in the center. Like a warm light through thick fog, giving one boundless courage and hope. “Are you waiting for me?” Under his gaze, Isabella’s heart fluttered like a startled fawn, pounding rapidly. Lucius smiled brightly, his smile reaching deep into her heart. It reminded her of a melting iceberg under the golden sunlight.

It was deliberately hidden in plain sight, blending in with the rest of his office. I scanned the titles again, my mind racing. Was this connected to the slaves? To the strange way he’d been monitoring them lately? I pulled another book from the shelf, this one titled Lunar Legends and Their Secrets. As I flipped through it, a piece of paper fell out and fluttered to the ground. I bent down, picking it up carefully. It was a handwritten note, the ink smudged but still legible: "Potential Moonbound Wolves. Monitor closely. Signs: delayed shifts, heightened instincts, unexplained resilience."

It was a perfectly logical question. Luci turned the lights on in the adequately dim room. The palace was so far below the sea that it made it hard for the light sources to penetrate this far. Much bioluminescent lighting lit the area of the gardens, along with torches in the rooms. “Uriel, asking him that was unwise,” Luci loosened up the collar of his dress shirt, pulling the tie from his shirt. His fingers threaded it through, causing me to watch it intently how he wrapped it around his fingers.

Elena watched patterns, understanding how favour and fear balanced in shadow economies. "Lot seventeen," the auctioneer announced. "Information on Project Moonfall—government program targeting supernatural communities. Bidding opens at fifty million or equivalent exchange." Elena's enhanced hearing caught accelerated heartbeats. Several supernaturals leaned forward, personal stakes obvious. She recognized opportunity. "PhantomByte offers alternative," she announced. "Not purchase, but trade. I'll decrypt and distribute Project Moonfall freely in exchange for collective favour…one minor assistance from everyone here, callable within five years."

Isolde sat at her right, posture perfect, while Cassia lounged at her left, legs crossed, nails painted the color of fresh blood. Selina’s gaze tracked me the moment I entered, that slow predator’s appraisal I had never liked. She leaned forward, all teeth and poison, her voice sweet enough to rot. “If you plan to do something about your little fascination, Lucien, I suggest you hurry,” she said. “Our dear Caelum seems to be making excellent use of the Hunter’s Moon. You do know what that means, do you not?” My fingers curled against the armrest of the nearest chair before I even sat. She wanted me to ask. She wanted me to give her the satisfaction.

“Take it!” His mercenaries surged forward. Gunfire erupted. Bang! Bang! Bang! Lucien shoved Aurora behind the telescope. Vivienne fired with deadly precision. Two mercenaries fell. Another advanced. Lucien dropped him with a clean shot. The observatory became chaos. Marble shattered. Glass exploded. The crystal sphere continued glowing. Untouched. As though protecting itself. Aurora looked down at the black box. Then at the glowing constellation overhead. Something clicked. She placed the box beneath the beam of light.

Then Luca suddenly laughed. A burst of blinding golden and crimson light erupted from the baby. The entire sky went silent. Even God looked shocked. Lucifer’s eyes widened. Luke whispered under his breath, “…what the hell?” The baby in Lily’s arms floated slightly into the air. Power swirling around him like a tiny star. And then— Luca opened his glowing eyes. And the heavens began to break. To be continued…

You have no idea how long I’ve waited. Phoenix swallowed. “What do I call you?” Alaric. The flame reborn. But I am yours now. And you are mine. Phoenix grinned despite the wild ache in his chest. He looked over at Lucian. “His name is Alaric.” Lucian blinked. And I am Caelum. Lucian felt the name settle in his bones like mist under moonlight. I’ve been watching you all your life, Lucian. Patiently. You are calm, like me. But when it is time to rise, we will rise together.