Noctis Ffxiv Romane & Geschichten

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

You have to feel me. It worked. Noctis stopped dead in the middle of the bridge. His head snapped up, those piercing green eyes sweeping across the empty square. "Hold," he commanded. His voice was a low, sharp thing that cut through the air. The others froze, their playful mood vanishing like mist. They searched, but they saw nothing. I held my breath, my very being clamped down into a point of perfect stillness. For one calculated, heartbeat-long moment, I let the illusion drop. I didn't become visible—I coalesced. The air around me thickened, weaving itself into a figure of pure, depthless shadow, a humanoid shape that drank the light.

He blurted in a daze, "Ms. Loden…" "You're not worthy of being my student," Nerissa said with a scoff. The next second, he was tossed off the Godfall Platform like a piece of trash. His face turned completely pale. All he felt was immense fear and regret. Even as a beast, he would rank lower than the animals themselves. … After many days of recovery, Noctis and I finally felt somewhat better once the Cosmic Tree stakes were removed. To help my body recover faster, Isolde went to the forbidden grounds of the Novem Skies every day to pick fruit from the Cosmic Tree and bring it back.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

The air was still and quiet. She pulled out a small pouch from her cloak and scattered herbs around the stone. “This is the Pain Ritual,” she began, her voice softer than usual. “Every wolf that’s ever had their spirit fractured comes here to reclaim it.” I stayed quiet, carefully observing what she was doing. “You brought it?” she asked turning to me. My hand instinctively went to the chain around my neck..the necklace. A small, delicate piece of silver shaped like a crescent moon. My mother’s. The last thing she gave me before she died. And the only thing really I had of her.