Noctis Ffxiv Novels & Stories

“If I had to be cut from my mother’s belly, would I be overcome by the urge to leave a house by climbing out the window each day? You’re drunk.” When August and the twins drew near to the stone circle, Decimus’ head jerked, facing the forest. Crispinus, his mirror image, repeated the look as if a tether connected the two. “What?” Crispinus asked, though, confused by why his sibling looked away. Bow tip pointed into the greenery, Decimus said, “There.” August jeered the soldier, asking, “More game?” Decimus gave his superior an indignant look, one his brother aped in a moment. “In the woods, sir. Look yourself.”

Not Kael, not the man who begged the stars for mercy. Something else. Something older. Armor of living shadow plates itself over my skin, pulsing with veins of starlight black as pitch. My eyes burn—not with flame, but with the endless night between worlds. And in my hand, called from nothing, sleeps the blade I thought I’d drowned in blood and chains: Noctis. The world-breaker. The end-song of kings. I lift it, and the void hums like a beast that’s tasted blood. Above, somewhere far beyond this prison of dark, the stars tremble.

“Noctis.” Seraphine began praying. “Noctis? The Night People? The terrifying shadowy—” The horn blew again. Alessia looked up and froze. A swarm of obsidian-armored riders descended upon Solaris on massive winged beasts—Night Steeds made of shadow-light. They landed in perfect formation, and then the lead rider dismounted. His coat was a sweep of black feathers edged with silver thread. Ravion Vesper Noctis. Seraphine fainted on the spot.

He heard her talking to her mother while he was hiding behind the window sill. “A rose and a viper.” Damon enunciated, narrowing his gaze to Walsh. “Who’s crest is it?” “Nemesis.” It wasn’t a name, and it annoyed him more. He has a lot of names on his list that fall into that category. It would take him forever to sift them one by one. “Burson.” Walsh suddenly added, finally in his conceding voice. The pain was becoming intolerable, and he was bleeding between his legs profusely. Only a thread of skin holding his entire balls.

Noctis, the messenger wolf sent by Luna Zora, responded confidently, “Yes, they have awakened. Luna Zora sent me to inform you.” A sigh of relief escaped me. Positive news amid the darkness of uncertainty. “Thank you, Noctis. Return to the pack. I don't want you to risk encountering Ignis. Protect yourself.” With a nod, the wolf departed, disappearing into the density of the forest. I looked at Garm beside me and said, “Great news. It seems the boys are okay.” However, Garm did not seem as optimistic. “Do you really believe that, Hunter? Ignis can be cunning, and manipulative... It could be a trap.”

Edric has been dealt with and everyone can go back to their pack life without having to worry about his imminent threat. Ronan’s men haul Edric to his feet and tie his hands behind him with long vine strands. They also pick up Astrid, who is still dazed from Alex’s punch. No one has stepped beyond the boundaries of the meeting place when a deep voice booms through the icy silence of the night. It carries a wave of terror and foreboding that rolls over everyone like a bad dream come true. We all turn back toward the clearing we’ve just left—and sure enough, there he is, standing in all his dreadful majesty. Zarek Noctis.

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.

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

SELENA Nick frowned and sighed deeply. "The Alphas are back." He whispered. I raised a brow. "Were they out?" I asked curiously. The scent was strong but also chaotic. Though they seemed far away, the chaotic scents seemed to linger in every corner of the castle. It was strange. Especially seeing how they didn't bother to control it. Nick nodded. "They went to a banquet. I guess they return drunk." He explained urgently. "I need to attend to them. You can wait here for me." He added.

I commented. They both laughed as I got into my car. Niven came in tonight. He was the manager of the restaurant. He had heard that it was busy and wanted to see how busy it was. He was shocked to see that we were full, and we had a waitlist. There was also minimum two hour wait for a table which was crazy. He had left about an hour or so before we had closed. I knew he was a wolf, and I could also sense he was one of the ranked members. I was not sure which one of the ranked members he was. The only thing I was sure of was that he was not the alpha. Niven had a strong aura, but he did not have the aura of an alpha. I was guessing gamma or delta. I shut the garage door as I turned off my car