Noctis Caelum Novels & Stories

​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.

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.

Because I knew that when he woke… The world would burn. “Fly, big guy,” I whispered into the darkness, gripping his scales tightly. “Take me to the edge of the world.” Noctis pushed off with his powerful hind legs. With one enormous, muffled beat of his wings, he launched us into the air. My stomach leapt into my throat as the ground fell away beneath me. The palace shrank into a tiny, meaningless model. Then it disappeared beneath the clouds. We melted into the night.

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.

“And don’t underestimate Elliot. He may have been born from a lower-ranking pack, but he’s ruthless and sharp. He’ll sniff out Cecil the moment she crosses the threshold unless we remove her scent entirely.” Cecil raised a brow. “And how exactly do we do that?” Mason’s eyes darkened with purpose. “I know someone... who owes me a debt that I won’t soon forget.” He turned to Julian. “We’ll lay low at Noctis tonight. I’ll book the suite on the way.” Julian nodded, stepping on the gas. ********** The Noctis Palace Hotel loomed like a fortress of luxury and secrets. Positioned at the cross-section of four pack borders, it was more than a hotel—it was a sanctuary for power plays, neutrality, and d

The serpent, though concealed, would soon be exposed to the piercing light of truth. The crescent moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the city of Athena. Maximus, fortified by a blend of intuition, political acumen, and the cryptic insights of the oracle, prepared to unravel the web of deception that threatened the fragile alliance. As the eve unfolded, the stage was set for a night that would determine the fate of Athena and Rome.