Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

Lucas looked at Hester. "Okay, Senior," Hester nodded and said. Although she couldn't bear to part with Lucas, she was well aware that it was impossible for her to possess someone like Lucas. ... Lucas placed Apocalyptic Legion in the System Space and left Enormous Cloud City. His current position was still in the South. He walked to a field filled with zombies. “"Howl!"Roar!""” When the zombies saw Lucas, they flew over. Lucas released the Apocalyptic Legion from the System Space.

the brown-haired man introduces himself, at the same time kissing the princess's hand. "I'm Lucy Millicent! The youngest and most beautiful among the girls!" The woman with short white hair had a big smile, she even shook hands with the princess. "Can we touch her?" Sebastian whispered. "I just imitated Cassius," Lucy replied smiling. "I was not involved when you were beheaded huh? Huh, understand?" Sebastian asked irritably. "I'm Hazel Saunders and this is Lydia Pierce," a woman with a straight facial expression with yellow hair introduces herself. She also introduced Lydia who has black hair.

"Hello, beautiful. I'm Lucius. Lucius, as in light and innovation, illuminating young minds." He stepped forward and held out a business card. Rebecca had seen that card before. He had handed her one just like it on the plane. Celeste made no move to accept it. She glanced at it once, and something changed in her eyes. "Lucius Vaughn of the Kylin Sanctum?" "The very same." Celeste looked back at Rebecca. "You know him?" "We met briefly on the flight back to Silverton." "Ah." The tension in Celeste's posture visibly eased.

the officiant explained. Arlo and Lune each took the knife, their hands steady despite the weight of the moment. Arlo made a small incision in his palm, his gaze never leaving hers as he winced slightly. He then extended his hand towards Lune, offering her the same gesture. Lune felt a rush of emotion as she mirrored his actions, cutting her palm just enough for a few droplets of crimson to pool.

Lucian’s hand finds mine. The bond flares—bright, fierce, unafraid. Dawn comes blood-red the next morning. Scouts scream the alert before the sun fully clears the horizon. Void tearing open. Swarm signatures blooming like black flowers. Hundreds of thousands. Millions. They come early. We rise to meet them. Lucian’s wings snap wide on the launch platform. My light ignites—sunrise made weapon. He looks at me one last time before the battle. Golden eyes steady.

luci ordered and with that Lucas took Draco and they both vanished to earth. “Now it's just me and you,” Luci smirked and looked dead at Zeus. “Your bloodlust? Haha, you couldn't defeat me before, so what made you think you can now?” Zeus grinned off. “Well that was so foolish of me, but I won't make such a mistake again” luci replied, and suddenly, his eyes began to blaze black. He reeked of death himself. There was this bloodlust that emanated from him that made the realm begin to boil like a volcano.

“And you’d know the one about warriors. Seems fitting.” Her gaze shifted to him, catching the faintest softness in his features as he stared upward. It was rare, this quiet Lucian, stripped of sharpness and power. Here, he was just a man lying beside her under the stars, vulnerable in the silence. “What about that one?” she asked, pointing toward a faint cluster glowing just above the horizon. Lucian leaned closer, his breath brushing her cheek. “The Pleiades. The Seven Sisters.” “Seven?” Isla frowned lightly. “I only see six.”

Three hundred miles away, in the sterile, white-tiled silence of a high-security private clinic, Lucas Montgomery sat bolt upright in his bed. He wasn't watching the news of Luna’s spectacular fall. He wasn't watching anything in the physical world. His eyes were fixed on a blank, whitewashed wall, but his pupils were vibrating with a terrifying, rhythmic intensity, moving as if reading lines of invisible code. Suddenly, a thick vein in his forehead pulsed with a life of its own, and a flicker of electric-blue light traced through the fine capillaries of his retinas.

Chapter 34 Lucien sat on a plush leather cushion, the silence in his room stretching thin around him, as he lifted his glass, eyes sharp and unreadable. He took a long drag of the 'Obsidian Whiskey.' A dark smoky liquid, distilled exclusively for Lycans, with a bite strong enough to numb emotions. Just what he needed--except it wasn't working. He couldn't help but think of the tears. He'd caught them in her eyes before she dashed out.

Inferno warmed in agreement. Lucien entered without knocking, a privilege only he possessed. “Preliminary scans of the adaptive lattice are promising,” he said, then paused as he studied Zenith. “You are stable.” She smiled,“Yes.” “Any residual overload?” His concern ticked my possessiveness but I reigned it in. She shook her head. “No. Just… clarity.” Lucien glanced at me. “You told her?” I nodded, “Yes.” He inclined his head slightly. “Then I will add this: atmospheric surveillance across three supernatural territories shows fluctuation.”