Noctis Ffxiv Novels & Stories

“And stay out of Thorne Hill.” * All I want is a big glass of wine and my bed. Preferably with Lucas in it, naked and next to me, of course. Though I’m too tired for sex right now. But just having him next to me makes everything better. Seeing a truck with an Anderson Construction sticker on the door is the last thing I want to see when I pull into my driveway. All three of my familiars are on the porch, sunbathing like regular cats. They hold up the pretense well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the nons close to me were suspicious, especially Betty.

“Then what do you want?” Silence. “I don’t have all day, Caius.” “It’s the Nocturis, your majesty. As I speak to you, they are currently standing by the border and I fear it is not for a good thing.” My eyes widened a little. “The Nocturis?” He nodded. “Although they haven’t done anything out of the ordinary, I just thought to let you know about this.” I clenched my fist tightly beside me. Those damned blood sucking earthlings again.

He looked past Cassian’s shoulder, meeting my eyes across the ring, and saw me standing tall beside Cassian's pack. "Yield to you?" Logan spat, blood coating his teeth. "Never!" Before anyone could react, Logan slid his left hand under his chest armor. He pulled out a small, jagged black stone medallion glowing with a sickly purple light—a forbidden blood-talisman. He smashed the medallion flat against the nullification stone beneath him. A harsh, screeching howl tore through the air as dark, corrupted magic exploded out from the broken talisman, breaking the Council's ancient suppression field in a violent burst of purple fire.