Noctis Caelum Novels & Stories

starlight. They woke up on the balcony of the modern keep. The "Golden Threads" of the Prequel were gone. The "Sepia" was a memory. But the North was not quiet. From the sky, a massive "Notification" appeared—not a prequel, and not a sequel. BOOK TWO: THE ECLIPSE OF THE DEAD—OFFICIAL LAUNCH. Kaelen looked at the sky and saw the "Dead Moon" returning. But this time, it wasn't grey.

Threads of power woven so seamlessly into the fabric of existence that most will never even notice. At the centre of the cavernous space lies the council table. A monolithic slab of dark marble, raw and jagged at the edges, as if it was torn violently from the earth itself. Its veins shimmer faintly, shifting through impossible hues, burnished gold, forest green, a violet so deep it feels like staring into infinity. Carved into its surface is the Crest of The Noctis Assembly, the supernatural council. The same crest that marks my skin.

The night was near absolute darkness as Erika crept along the outer perimeter of the Citadel. Every step was measured and silent, her heartbeat the only sound in the void. The Citadel—an imposing fortress of cold stone and iron—loomed ahead, its high walls nearly blending with the starless sky. She clutched her dagger tightly, her senses heightened not just by adrenaline but by a deep, unyielding resolve.

Anselm pointed out. “What you have told me makes sense. Anselm, you and Cahal are welcome to stay here as long as needed. I do not think it is wise for you, Anselm, to visit either angel realm. Your grandfathers and uncle are still trying to weed out any traitors who might be working with your cousin Rhashad and Bryce. Cahal, I would like to keep you a secret as long as possible. I am not sure what they would do if they found out about you. While you do look like Bryce, it is clear that you and he are not identical. They might immediately think that the two of you are twins, but they would know that you are siblings. They still think that Bryce and Savannah are siblings and for now I want to

Nathan Nathan sat on the edge of his bed, the stolen wolfskin book heavy in his lap. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even tried. The words burned behind his eyelids: Fated bonds transcend species. A wolf may recognize his mate in any form—witch, vampire, even human. The bond is not magic, but instinct. A pull deeper than blood, older than reason. To deny it is to fracture the soul. His fingers traced the jagged illustration of a wolf and witch standing beneath a full moon, their shadows entwined.

"Witnesses, if not unlikely, could be very few." "Excellent. I want all those granted power by the Luxflamen kneeling before me this full moon. Six Welkin days! I'm giving you six Welkin days to bring them to me. I want to have them at my disposal before my ambitious brothers, and rivals get to lay even a finger on them. And before you imbeciles try to make your concerns known, I am aware Earthlings are forbidden entry in Welkin, but that's what makes them invaluable," he said greedily and rose from his throne. His pet Fiery, whom he named Boron, was a massive cat as huge as a horse with red scales instead of fur, fangs as long as their arms, and spiked tails with the strength to shatter Wel

They placed their bleeding hands on top of the basin of water and chanted; "We, the Sentinels of the moon Called out for thee Make a way for us to see Show our Priestess where she is For us to hold her so dear From the east to the west To the north to south Hear our plea!" A white shining light came across the basin, it is as if almost blinding. Orbs of light surrounds them, yet it disappeared quickly.

another priest added. The High Priest stared in horror. "They're going to burn the Temple of the Moon?" A crash was heard. The smell of smoke drifted through the window. "They've started," I whispered. Orange flames licked up the eastern wall. Black smoke billowed into the sky. "Everyone to the crypt!" the High Priest shouted. "Now!" We ran through corridors filling with smoke. Heat pressed against the walls, making the air shimmer. Down spiral stairs, deeper into the temple's heart. The High Priest pulled open an iron door carved with moon symbols. Cold air rushed out, smelling of earth and ancient stone.

Caelum snatched her up in his arms, sweeping her away from the cold nite air into the warmth of their private chamber, shutting the rest of the world out. In the far distance, the dark blue of the midnight sky was starting to blend with the pale, ghostly violet tints of early dawn. High above the soaring peaks of Obsidian Ridge, the morning star shone with a brilliant, steady light. The continent was whole. The ancient dark was vanquished. And beneath the endless sky, the realm of Sun and Shadow rested in the absolute, unbroken peace of a golden era that would endure for all time.

In the middle of the night when Leonardo was asleep, Finesia opened her eyes and entered the cold terrace. She whistled in silent and a bird suddenly appeared, rested on her fingertip before kissing it. "Tell Mathias that I have a good news," she whispered and turned her gaze on Leonardo who was in his deep sleep. "Leonardo, he's already with me. The plan, it's already starting... " The bird disappeared after what she said. She kissed her fingertip before staring at the moon, it felt so new to her, it hasn't been long since she felt the feeling of excitement.