Lucis Caelum 소설 & 이야기

The full moon shone directly through a narrow shaft in the ceiling, bathing the entire space in pure, unfiltered moonlight. “Are you certain?” Lucien asked, voice low and rough with emotion. He stepped closer, one large hand rising to cup Caelan’s face with infinite tenderness. “We can stop at any moment. The realm can accept an adopted heir. I will not risk you — not even for a child of our blood.”

She carefully admitted. Lucien burrowed his gaze into the ceiling and after a moment of silently staring into the white space, he narrowed his gaze at Giselle with a slight tilt of his head. His steel grey eyes were now a litter shade with red flakes nearly invisible, still held a dull glow. His face perhaps could mask his true emotions, but not his eyes. The colour appeared to either darken ever so visibly or go diluted or glow, according to his emotions at the moment. Right then, a soothsayer wasn't needed to tell the conflicting and sour feelings floating in his mind.

They both chuckled, low and dark, and the sound sent a thrill racing down my spine. Caelum traced a finger along my jawline. “You think this is about pleasure?” He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. “No, darling… this is about control.” Lucien took the blindfold from Caelum’s hand and unfolded it slowly before bringing it over my eyes. “Wait! I can’t see!” My breath came faster as darkness swallowed me whole. “Exactly,” Lucien whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Now you’ll feel everything… without knowing when or where we’ll touch you next.”

Its surface was covered with hundreds of tiny lenses. They watched in wonder as it rose into the air hovered over their head. “Cool!” Vivian muttered as she craned her neck to look at it, soaring in the sky. Mr. Dixon, their Supervisor, tapped an icon on his IAD and the device came fluttering towards him. “This combines the features of a telescope and a high definition camera. It will help you live-stream the details of The Lycan World once you are within 5000 miles of the planet.” He explained as he caught the device in his hand.

And her voice—Lydia’s voice—spoke from her mouth. “He is coming.” Lydia’s blood ran cold. The torchlight flickered wildly, casting long shadows across the chamber. Circe lifted her head once more, golden eyes burning like fire. “He is coming,” she repeated, louder this time. “He is coming, Lydia. And he knows what you are.” --- Lydia awoke with a gasp. Her sheets were soaked in sweat. Her hands trembled as she pushed herself upright, chest heaving. The room was silent.

The air in the dreamscape fractured like glass under pressure. Astra lay unconscious, her body glowing faintly beneath the surface of violet mist. Seraphina stood frozen, her pulse loud in her ears, eyes fixed on the man emerging from the shadows. Not a man—something older. Something ancient. Lucan’s voice dropped into a gravelled whisper. “Caelum.” Caelum’s obsidian wings dragged behind him like the shadow of a falling star. He was taller than Lucan, darker in aura, with silver-threaded black hair that coiled like smoke around his face. His eyes—glowing crimson—never left Seraphina.

The necklace on Aurora's chest shone brighter for a moment, as if trying to react—or protect. Then Cael saw it. In the reflection of the black glass window... ...it wasn't his face behind him. It was Lucian. The former Alpha of the Bloodclaw. But not as he remembered. His eyes were empty, completely black. No iris, no whites. Just an abyss. His skin seemed too pale, almost grayish, like marble beginning to crack. And yet, he was smiling. "Miss me, brother?" The voice didn't come from the reflected mouth. It came from inside Cael's head. A cutting echo. A whistle that dragged like poison.

Only the reflection of the sky, turning from gold to silver to black. One morning, Lucia woke him with a hand on his shoulder. “You need to see this,” she said, her voice trembling. On her laptop, a satellite feed showed the Pacific Ocean. In the center of its endless blue, light swirled—soft, deliberate spirals that moved against the current. Not random. Not natural. “She’s speaking,” Lucia whispered. “Through the Earth itself.” Alessandro stared at the screen, barely breathing. “What is she saying?” “That’s what I’m trying to decode,” Lucia said. “But look at this.” She zoomed in on the light pattern. The spirals formed a familiar shape—the Lion insignia—but inverted, glowing white instead

Morgan and Lucian stirred eagerly within him, their presence flooding his mind with savage anticipation. Lucian laughed. “Oh I like this part.” Morgan’s voice followed, colder and far more dangerous. “She talks too much.” Lucifer cracked his massive neck slowly. Then his voice rumbled across the battlefield like distant thunder. “You heard him.” His crimson gaze locked onto Luna. “No more talking.” The moment stretched thin. Then it shattered. Luna moved first. Her body dissolved into pure moonlight, vanishing from the sky in a flash of silver brilliance. “Above!” Caius shouted. A split second later, Luna reappeared high above the battlefield, her arms already raised as divine power gathered

He didn't understand that strange dark smoke at all. But one thing was certain, he had no intention of allowing that unsettling darkness to remain around Elena any longer. While Elena was still trapped inside her nightmare, Lucien activated his power. Silver light instantly spread across the room, illuminating every corner with its cold, radiant glow, and in the very next second that strange dark cloud surrounding Elena disappeared. Then Lucien began calling her name. Again and again, until finally... Elena opened her eyes and broke into tears. Hic... Hic... Hic...