Noctis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

For now. My body screamed. Every muscle ached. My head pounded. But I had done it. Summoned something that should not exist. Bent it to my purpose. I struggled to my feet. Looked at what I had called. It had taken shape now. Sort of. A mass of shadow and hunger. Eyes that glowed with malevolent intelligence. It watched me. Waited. Ready to obey. Ready to be unleashed. Noctis thought they were safe. Thought their barriers and their king and their Moonborn could protect them. They had no idea what was coming.

Lucien’s army. Wolves with burning eyes and ashen fur prowled in unnatural coordination. Witches draped in tattered cloaks murmured dark incantations that caused the air to shiver. Tower-mounted catapults stood ready, loaded with flaming tar. Lucien himself sat atop an obsidian war-steed, its nostrils leaking black smoke. His silver eyes glowed like twin moons, eerily calm as he surveyed Crescent territory. Kaelen let out a low growl. “He wants a spectacle.”

He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone. “Wow” she said mockingly “I hope your magicules last.” As dark smoke comes out from her palms wrapping Lynx then throwing him against the wall. Lynx protection spell got broken making them exposed on Luma energy suction spell. Luma’s laugh echoed across the cave, like a witch successfully turned a child into a mouse. Thinking how being human weakens the once upon a time strong sentinels of the Moon and Sun. “I am still willing to be your Priestess you know” Luma said to Lynx “Just bow down to me, I will forgive you” she said pulling Lynx closer to her

A pulse of energy exploded outward. Silver light burst from her body. The air around her crackled violently. Magic. Wolf energy. Something else. Something ancient. The moon above seemed to glow brighter. Far brighter. The entire castle shook. Guests screamed. Windows shattered. Several nobles fell to the floor. And high above Noctis, hidden among the clouds, a massive silver symbol appeared. A glowing crescent moon. Visible for miles. Visible across kingdoms. Visible across continents. Everyone stared upward in horror. And somewhere beyond the borders of Noctis, powerful beings suddenly lifted their heads.

THE PREVIOUS NIGHT “Lie down and close your eyes” Oneiros instructed and Julia did as she was told, her fingers clasped together in fear. Oneiros reached for Julia’s hand and placed her right palm on the folded fingers right above her tummy and began to mutter; “Luna lucebit in semitam tenet Cogitationes nostrae coniunguntur Lux corda nostra illuminabit Cogitationes nostrae coniunguntur Pateant fores votorum

I began to calm down, but I kept my eyes on the Lycans. “My dark Luna it is fine. Those are Calan and Mikal. They will not hurt you.” Ruari whispered in my ear. I went to turn my head to look at him but let out a screech when I happened to catch Peadar and Oisin shifting. While they are in good shape, especially Oisin for being the age he is, I did not need to see their blindly white asses. I turned in Ruari’s arms, burying my face in his chest.

Driven by desire, I lifted my other hand and placed it on my breasts. Trevor's face was already flushed with excitement. "Yes, honey, just like that..." We moved our hips in unison, each lost in the rhythm on our respective sides of the screen. Samson, as if competing with the man on the phone, moved faster and harder with each thrust. Then, the screen glitched, and Trevor's panting voice filled the room. "You were amazing today, honey. Come home soon, and I'll reward you with your toy. I'm tired, and I need to rest for a bit."

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.

Lucian’s hand finds mine. The bond flares—bright, fierce, unafraid. Dawn comes blood-red the next morning. Scouts scream the alert before the sun fully clears the horizon. Void tearing open. Swarm signatures blooming like black flowers. Hundreds of thousands. Millions. They come early. We rise to meet them. Lucian’s wings snap wide on the launch platform. My light ignites—sunrise made weapon. He looks at me one last time before the battle. Golden eyes steady.

The death of Master Levi and Teacher Ailene must have reached Faline Liu and Iwaoka by now. "You have nothing to worry about, Lucian," Jucel assured in a small voice that only him could hear. She was smaller than him so he had to look down at her. The silver-haired woman turned her head to him and smiled. "Chloe Rein is the star. But she couldn't shine if she stayed in the daylight. So, I can be the night." Lucian was nonplussed. His eyes were wide open and his mouth were slightly agape in surprise. He then smiled and nodded in understanding. Both Lucian and Jucel turned back to the training ground, gazing at the third brightest star of Orion, Bellatrix.