Noctis Caelum Novels & Stories

‘Come back to me, please. The next day, the people stayed their vigil outside the palace and kept wait for news about the emperor. Some were losing hope thinking that Hadrian is long dead. Some rose to their feet and turned around. Catherine fell asleep where she sat that night, still holding Hadrian's hand. Hadrian stirred as the sunshine glared at his face, he sleepily opened his eyes and looked around. He looked at the window and winced at the sunlight in his face, he tried to raise his hand to shield his hand over his eyes, but it felt heavy and when he glanced to his side, he saw Catherine, still fully dressed, sleeping while seated holding his hand. And by the door, Anton was sleeping

Before her stretched a vast chamber afloat in the sky, as solid as stone yet shimmering with the magic of five magnificent castles, each one stemming from a different realm, as if stitched together by unseen hands. Each castle displayed a massive crest above its entrance: The first was a striking castle made of shiny black stone, entwined with thorny vines. Its gates were marked by a bleeding rose, proclaiming: Discipline & Power. *Noctis.* The second castle stood tall like an ancient fortress, crafted from dark leather and silver, with a banner showing a silver fang. It declared: Loyalty & Instinct. *Lupaxis.* The third castle sparkled with glass spires and floating balconies, filled with t

The night sky above the Northern Keepers' territory was split in two. To the south, a vast dome of absolute, impenetrable void-black shadow—broadcast from the central engine core of the Vance Aegis—shrouded the Midnight Empire's atmospheric defense perimeter. To the north, the clouds burned in a horrifying sea of blood-red dragon-fire as the gargantuan celestial war-cruiser, the Red Sovereign, descended through the mesosphere.

It tugged at her attention without giving her command over it. “Ready"” Karl asked. Lorelai looked once at the delegates gathered behind the line. “Ready enough to see the truth before I name it.” They had taken only three steps beyond the gate when hoofbeats struck the upper court. A courier in Noctis gray reined in hard beside the lamps, holding a narrow notice where everyone could see it. “By order of the Noctis delegation,” he called, “sentinels will observe the route to the node.”

"I won't become you." She turned toward the altar. "The choice belongs to the Moon." The silver light intensified. Noctis's darkness began disappearing. His ancient armor cracked. The crimson fire in his eyes faded. For the first time in centuries, he looked tired. Very tired. He whispered, "I don't remember what peace feels like." Lynnek looked at him. "Then perhaps it's time you learned." The final seal descended. A brilliant flash filled the chamber. Then everything went quiet. --- Outside, the red sky slowly returned to its natural darkness.

Audrey said, closing her eyes as the stasis-mist began to fill the chamber. The first dawn on the new world—tentatively named Novus—was a silent explosion of violet and pale gold. As the twin suns rose over the horizon, the blue sands of the valley began to shimmer, vibrating with a high-frequency resonance that caused the bronze-wood hull of Aethelgard to hum in a low, minor key.

Christos stood by the table and waved Amaris and Lyle over to him. Lyle finally moved from the spot that he had been rooted the entire time. He placed his glass down next to Christos' and walked over to stand next to Amaris across the table from Christos. "This first tapestry depicts the foretelling of you being born. It reads... The daughter of the shadow rulers shall be begotten on the night of the brightest moon and shall be born on the same. A descendent of the gods, it will not be known to her what she is, but she will have many wishes for the lycan. With a power unknown to her she will lead them all together into one." Christos paused there to let what he had just read

Driven by desire, I lifted my other hand and placed it on my breasts. Trevor's face was already flushed with excitement. "Yes, honey, just like that..." We moved our hips in unison, each lost in the rhythm on our respective sides of the screen. Samson, as if competing with the man on the phone, moved faster and harder with each thrust. Then, the screen glitched, and Trevor's panting voice filled the room. "You were amazing today, honey. Come home soon, and I'll reward you with your toy. I'm tired, and I need to rest for a bit."

Even children learned to recognize it from history books and whispered adult conversations. Noctis Academy. The name alone was enough to make powerful nobles straighten their backs. It was the most prestigious supernatural academy in existence, a place where only the most gifted elites were admitted. Future rulers studied there. Monster prodigies trained there. The strongest supernatural bloodlines in the world gathered there. It was a place revered by many and feared by even more. It was also the one place I had spent years praying to avoid. Aunt Mira studied my face before speaking. “You don’t have to accept it,” she said softly, though both of us knew life was rarely that simple. I stared

​The sky didn’t tear; it unzipped. It was a surgical, clinical sound—the noise of a high-end garment being opened by a cold, metallic hand. The perfect blue of the 401st Chapter, the sky Kael had sacrificed his very existence to paint, was being peeled back to reveal a grid of glowing violet neon and sterile white light. ​"Nora, get to the Cradle!" Elia screamed, her voice cracking as the peaceful meadow began to vibrate with the hum of a thousand synchronized engines.