Noctis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

Celestine reclined but Jacques asked her to sleep between him and Valentino, so they could protect her from any dangers. Celestine exhaled heavily, her eyes were heavy and she needed some hours to sleep before continuing her trip to her castle. She did what Jacques asked. “Good night…” she tried to close the further conversation. The night sky was above them and there were some sparkling stars hanging on there. Nocturnal animals started to voice, the crickets were chirping. The owls hooted to say ‘good night…’ for every souls in the woods of the free land. The fog as always, they crawled among the souls, looking for any holes of the souls demanding some brighter tomorrow days to come.

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.

*Incantation:* "Astra luminaria, magicum revelare! Mentis oculus, veritatem aperire! Tenebrae dissipate, lux veni! Magicum manifestare, omnia revelare!" *Meaning:* "Stars of light, reveal magic! Eye of the mind, open truth! Dispel darkness, come light! Manifest magic, reveal all!"

I could almost swear that the king didn’t tell him that part but he was so good at playing his role that he already cooked up something so quickly. The Nocturis may be troublesome, however, this celebration was meant to go from morning until the evening. Meaning we will be going through the hot afternoon. What Nocturi would put themselves in such an agonizing state? Sure they could survive the morning in the evening but where would they hide in the afternoon? During that scorching sun. How did he expect me to fall for that? “Sir Caius, I assure you that I’m fine. I haven’t seen any vampires around and even if they managed to come into this place, we both know they will have no choice but to

“Ab alto spiritus, qui nunquam dormit faceret bene. Spiritibus caeli, Turpis et inductis, non pulchra, genus esse mihi. Calore ac spiritu, ira in exitium, modo sit mihi. Spiritus frigus et gelu, phantasmata scelus et vitium faceret bene. Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam”

"Amaris, you realize that this is in direct contradiction to the orders given to me by both Lyle and Christos right?" Marco said to her. The look on his face was almost pleading. "First of all I am your luna." Amaris did not even get to finish what she was saying when Marco cut her off. "That is technically not right. You were, but now you are no longer since you are no longer marked. Lyle is now Alpha, and you are no longer luna." Amaris stopped mid breath and froze. She did not speak. She backed up a step as if she had been hit. "So what your telling me is that because I was the rightful luna, and queen and then I mated with Lyle, he somehow unmarked me and now he is Alpha and

The ground beneath it shook as it passed, everything in its path bending under its force. It was destruction… direct and unavoidable. Lucien didn’t move. His head remained tilted. His gaze locked onto hers. Then… He moved, barely. A single hand rising slowly… almost lazily. There was no urgency, no tension. Not even a sign that he even acknowledged the threat rushing toward him. And through it all… His eyes never left hers. His lips parted. And when he spoke, it wasn’t in any language known to man. “Solvaris… Nocthra Vey.”

Cole mind-linked me that it was Latin. “Velum temporis, nunc discede, Ostende umbras quae latuerunt. Umbrae praeteritae, secreta tua revela, Veritatis lux in silentio splendeat. Hoc carmine, scaena redeat, Concede mihi visum hesterni diei.”

Gratitude swells within him, knowing that this moment of vulnerability had been contained within the trusted circle of his hopeful mates. After the intense events of the night, Naida retired to their shared tent, seeking solace and rest. Meanwhile, Tritan and Finrir concluded their watch shift without coment, each lost in their own thoughts. As the soft hues of the waystick transformed into a subtle shade of purple, indicating the passing of an hour past midnight, they roused Lucious and Markous to take over the next watch shift.

A sob escaped her lips when our gazes met; she didn’t need to finish her words for me to know my little wolf felt vulnerable and afraid. “Stay behind me. He will not touch you!” I said through clenched fangs, facing the deity again as he stared at me voraciously. “She belongs to me!” the Dark God thundered, lightning flashing across the dark sky of Callie’s dreams. “How did you access this plane?” I roared in response, emanating overwhelming pressure. “You are not welcome here!” Laughing sadistically, Nocturnus raised his hand to his face, almost entirely concealing it with long, skeletal fingers. Only a narrow gap remained between two fingers, through which his monstrous eyes—those of a cre