Noctis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

Chapter 99 ... THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. The earth shook harder, the battlefield trembled as if the world itself had become afraid, snow scattered into the air. The sky roared and then... Gargan Noctyrr Noar moved. His body shot forward with terrifying speed, becoming nothing more than a streak of black light as he charged directly toward Lucien Noctyrr Valecrest. His massive sword descended, straight toward Lucien's neck. The killing blow, the strike meant to end the Lycan King but perhaps Gargan had forgotten something... Lucien was not an ordinary Alpha King, he never had been.

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

The moon above it was veiled, as if even the heavens refused to witness its ritual. A deep breath, slow and measured. It raised one hand, fingers long and skeletal, lined with silver markings that shimmered faintly. With a flick, it whispered something in a language not spoken for a thousand years—“Invoco noctem corvus.” A gust of cold wind cut through the woods, scattering leaves in spirals. Then came the sound—a fluttering, slow at first, then loud and rhythmic, like thunder in disguise. From the shadowed sky descended a crow, its feathers a sheen of obsidian and ink, eyes burning with something too intelligent to be natural. It circled once before landing before the figure, wings folding

The mist surrounded me like a shield, severing Malakor’s attempts to reach me. “Impossible…” He raised his hand, preparing another spell. But his words vanished beneath a world-shattering roar. BOOM! The cavern wall didn’t crack. It exploded. Massive boulders flew through the air like leaves caught in a hurricane. From the cloud of dust emerged a nightmare carved from darkness itself. Noctis. His black scales blazed with fury. The roar that erupted from his throat was powerful enough to wake the dead. He didn’t hesitate. One sweep of his enormous wings obliterated Malakor’s guards.

The restraint made the space between them feel safer than any guarded wall outside. For a few more breaths, the war remained beyond the canvas. For once, Lorelai let herself believe Caelan could carry his own consequence without turning it into another request for her attention. The thought did not soften what he had done. It simply freed her from needing his remorse to become complete before she could move forward. Then the horns sounded from Whitecliff. Karl lifted his head. Lorelai was already reaching for the field ledger beside the bedroll. A runner’s voice broke outside the tent. “Noctis is crossing before dawn.”

“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.