Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

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

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.

The howling wind and sniper fire faded into a quiet, distant thrum against the thick glass panels above our heads. I hit the floorboards on one knee, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pain flared up my leg. *** Lucien slammed his broad shoulders against the reinforced double doors, sliding the heavy iron security bar into the wall brackets with a loud, metallic clank. The room was vast, circular, and completely enclosed in high-altitude glass. Towering night-blooming lilies with pale white petals stretched up toward the rain-slicked glass ceiling, their long green stems wrapped around ancient stone pillars. Soft blue bioluminescent lamps lit the winding gravel paths, casting deep sha

“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.

he inquired, his eagerness evident. A smirk played on her lips as she averted her gaze. "I did miss you," she confessed, a hint of vulnerability coloring her admission. Sensing the moment's gravity, Lucifer shifted his position, settling comfortably on his throne. Lucinda, ever confident, took her place on his lap, their connection unyielding. "So, have you discovered anything new about the humans recently? What are they up to?" Lucifer inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Lucinda's eyes gleamed with hidden knowledge as she responded, her voice filled with intrigue.

A massive silhouette rose from the waves—not an Anonymous drone, but a Thorne Interceptor, piloted by Lucian, flying on manual hydraulics and sheer willpower. "Need a lift to the desert?" Lucian’s voice boomed over a short-wave radio frequency. "Your mother says if you're going to the moon, you're taking your vitamins."

he asked, with concern etched on his innocence face. Arachne's eyes never left Lyrien's on the floor. "He's a Moonwhisperer," she explained. "They calm the room, separating darkness and light. But they're also incredibly sensitive to darkness." Erith's gaze turned to Aria. "And Aria's a Shadowbringer, made of darkness." Arachne nodded. "The silver in the bullet that hit Lyrien reacted with his Moonwhisperer blood, causing this...aberration."