Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

The weight of the Platinum-Zero dome was crushing my very soul, outside, the Star-Eater’s "Snow" beat against the barrier like a billion microscopic diamonds, each one a tiny parasite trying to find a crack in our reality, my vision was blurring into a static of grey and violet, and the metallic veins on my arms felt like they were being filled with liquid lead. "Kaelen! Koran! To the secondary foci!" I roared, my voice vibrating with a frequency that shattered the glass windows of the solar, "Lucian's crystals... they aren't just storage, they’re Refractors!"

"ah!!!!!!!!!!" I couldn't care less about the pain coming from my calf, so I jumped up and tried to climb up, but there was no place to climb on the wall of the pit, and the only depression on it was the unreadable seal script, which seemed to become more clear after being stained with my blood. Probably too much blood loss accompanied by excessive shock, my brain began to confuse, and fell back heavily, desperately looking at the moon hanging in the night sky, cursing the son of a b***h who tricked me into coming here.

“They will not be affected. The thing that I made only target beasts like you.” “But you seem to have miscalculated one thing!” Lucien said. Although I was confused and did not know what he was talking about, I chose to believe him. He said that everything was under his control so that should be it.

The chapel reeked of sex and brimstone, the air thick and humid like a fever dream. Selene Ravencrest was still on her back in the center of the glowing pentagram, chest heaving wildly, her perky breasts glistening with sweat and stray drops of glowing violet precum. Her tiny black lace panties were completely ruined, shoved aside to expose her swollen, puffy pussy lips that continued to twitch and leak from the powerful orgasm Lilithara had already forced from her. The stone floor beneath her was slick with the first messy rivers of her girl-cum, the crimson salt lines now dark and wet.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Close your eyes, Rhea! Don't look at it! It's trying to pull your mind apart!" Rhea heard the scream, but it felt like a sound drifting from the bottom of a deep, dark well. She couldn't obey. Her body was no longer hers to command. The golden blood Lucien had forced into her veins was singing—a high, piercing note that resonated with the colossal, violet eye tearing through the fabric of the heavens. The pressure was immense, a physical weight that pinned her to the ice altar while the cathedral around her began to dissolve into shimmering particles of frost and shadow.

He has missed six months of my life while going through hell, and he's been through so much all alone… would we be too much on each other? I shifted my gaze to the man behind him. A much larger man with a similar face, he was just an older version and he needed no introduction. The resemblance was uncanny and with Cyrus by his side, no one could deny he was his legacy. “Now there's three parts of Lust walking on this damn Earth,” Lucian muttered beside me. “… all in one place. The light beams must be going crazy. In fact, they should be here any minute.” “What? Is that- is that going to be a problem?”

Always Lucien. My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, nails digging into my palms. "We have no choice. They are both hurting my father. The more time passes, the weaker he gets. They need to make sacrifices, just as he has. If we don’t act now, it will be too late, and I—" My voice faltered, just for a moment. "I can’t lose him too." Calum nodded. Marty as well. But Azriel? He merely studied me, his gaze sharp, unreadable. Like he was dissecting my words, searching for something beneath them.

Janet said, her voice getting louder as she got closer to me. If they wanted to avoid being suspected, it was a little too late for that. “How many pints do we need for the next three days? I think we should let her stay off the nectar for some days so she doesn’t lose any more of her memories,” Janet suggested. That was it. The nectar was causing me to lose my memories and Salem was in on it. She had been using moonshade bloom, which was one of the herbs used to make people lose their memories.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

He tilted his head back and let out a dark, booming, terrifying laugh that cut through the roaring storm. Silas’s smug smile faltered. "Are you bargaining with madness, Lucien?" "I am bargaining with the fact that you are standing on *my* boat, Silas," Lucien growled, his dark eyes flashing with pure, lethal calculation. Lucien didn't reach for a gun. He reached for the heavy titanium dive watch strapped to his left wrist and pressed a single, glowing red button on its side. "Override," Lucien commanded, his deep voice carrying perfectly over the storm. "Voice recognition: Voss, Lucien. Execute Protocol Icarus."