Noctis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

My entire body is glowing Neron blue and my hair floats up, suspended. “Nova!” Valen yells, his voice strained. “I’ve got this!” I call back, even as my heart threatens to explode. “I’ve got this!” Faster, faster, faster. I keep expecting the ship to rattle to pieces, to tear itself apart, or obliterate into dust. But it’s smooth and quiet. And then there’s a pop. We slide forward, losing speed until at last, we come to a halt. The breath rips from my chest as the Neron stand cools, the glow fading from brilliant to bright.

Lucian's presence embodied the duality of danger and allure, a captivating enigma that beckoned me to explore the uncharted territory of my own desires. With an imperceptible nod, Lucian acknowledged my presence, silently inviting me to join him on this transformative night. It was a silent agreement, a mutual understanding that defied the constraints of words. In his gaze, I glimpsed the flicker of an unspoken promise—that together, we would navigate the uncharted depths of the lunar festival, and perhaps, find solace within each other's company.

She stood and went to open the door, and was surprised to see it was Nox, although perhaps she should have expected it. “I was told you were assigned this room. Come with me, we have something to do.” “Oh, right.” She walked behind him, following at every turn on the corridors and stairs, until they reached a dead end wall. Looking at Nox with a confused expression, he soon answered her doubts putting a hand on this. It retreated, letting them see the start of a stair that faded in the dark. “Luminare” He casted a spell and the steps of the stair became visible as they advanced, and behind them the wall closed the entrance again.

He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat. "I have to go," Lucien announces. He closes his grimoire and packs it into his leather satchel. "Can you clear my dishes, please?" "Of course," TJ says. "Thank you, TJ," Lucien presses a kiss to his forehead. "See you tonight," he murmurs and strides out. Oh. My. God. Lucien is Lord Noctis Vale. This is probably what he's been scribbling every night. He's been writing dark vampiric erotica. Really good erotica. How fucking hot is that?

she called, voice clear and pure, “on this sacred night, we call upon You. Let Your light fall upon Your chosen son. Reveal to him the mate You have marked.” The pack answered in low, rhythmic words. Power stirred in the air, prickling over my skin. “Prince Lucian Nightbane,” Nyra said. “Step forward.” He did, shirtless now, only a simple chain and moonstone around his neck, loose black trousers at his hips. The runes on the altar stone brightened beneath his bare feet. The full moon pushed through thinning clouds. Silver light poured over the clearing, over Lucian’s bare chest, over the circle, over all of us.

Kai resisted the urge to throw the report at his beta’s head. Lucien stepped inside, crossing his arms. “Another sighting?” “Yes.” Kai tossed the parchment across the table. “Northern ridge. A hunter claimed he saw a ‘column of pale light’ rising from the rocks.” Lucien skimmed the report. “Could be rogue Moonbreathers.” “That’s what the scouts think,” Kai said quietly. “But something’s off.” “Off how?” Kai didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t want to say it out loud. Didn’t want to admit how the very phrase moonlight sighting carved through him.

Akira gave a dry laugh, “now I ask you, do you have any last words.” “I have the ring Orion…” “Now link with me Rune.” "Nox atra, nunc cede! Umbrae profundae, evanescite! Stellae micantes, valete! Luna silens, recede festina! Audite vocem meam, spiriti lucis aeternae! Aurora splendida, surge! Dies nova, propera! Ignis solaris, disperge tenebras! Calor vitalis, excita mundum sopitum!

After we ate, we went back to the living room to watch another movie. At around 7 pm, Andrew told me to go and get ready. We had to walk for about 20 minutes to reach the shifting site in the forest. It is a small clearing in the middle of the forest where all wolves go for their first shift. It is special because it is the only place in the forest where the moon can shine on you completely. Our forest is so thick that moon can barely shine through the trees. The clearing is the only place it shines freely. I put on my white dress, chosen especially for this night. It is tradition to wear white on the night of our first shift. I put on my shoes and went back downstairs.

Where no god would hunt them. I kissed his brow and told him I would protect that dream. But I lied. Because I knew then what I would one day do. I would unmake that dream. Tonight, I descend. Not as Lunar, the serene moonlight. Not as the pale-eyed virgin of the heavens. No. Tonight, I am Lunae Nocturna. The pale crown of judgment. The scythe of silence. My veil turns black. My silver tears are warpaint. My fingers trace runes of extinction across the air as I walk the shattered veil between realms.