Noctis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

He is hiding something. "Come in," a voice says inside the hut. It sounds deep and firm. Tad motions to go in first but I hold his shirt, pulling him back. "Who is that?" I whisper, staring into his eyes. "Gabriel. The leader of the pack," he answers. He unlocks the door and opens it wide for me to enter. I slowly walk into the but holding my breath. Tad follows behind me and whispers into my ears. "Relax mi lady." His voice causes goosebumps to form on my skin. I hear light footsteps approaching the room we are in.

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

Others remained cold, their resentment merely driven deeper. Later that night, in the royal chambers, Lucien pulled Caelan close beneath the furs, their bodies fitting together with familiar ease. Their joining was slower this time, more tender—Lucien savoring every sigh and arch, whispering dark promises of protection and forever against Caelan’s skin. Moonlight threads danced faintly around them as pleasure built gradually, cresting in shared release that left them wrapped in each other’s warmth. As sleep tugged at them, Caelan whispered against Lucien’s chest, “The peace is fragile, my king. New shadows gather in the north.”

The moonlight fractured through the canopy, casting shadows that twisted unnaturally along the ground. The Noctari’s domain. I slowed, senses sharpening further. “Stay alert,” I warned. “They use shadows. Don’t trust what you see.” But my focus wasn’t on them. It was on her. Anger burned with every step. What was she thinking? Did she realize what was out here tonight? Did she think this was a game? A faint cry reached me, raw and strained. Lenora. I ran. Faster than I had all night, branches tearing at my skin. She was down, pinned by a Noctari, its clawed hand digging into her arm as blood darkened the ground. Her body trembled beneath it, strength already fading.

The darkness was suffocating. My pulse hammered in my ears as I pressed closer to Caelum’s back, his body tense, coiled like a predator ready to strike. The emergency lights flickered once, casting the penthouse in a crimson glow before dying again. That’s when I heard it the slow, deliberate clap of hands echoing through the silence. “Bravo, Caelum,” Lucien’s voice purred from somewhere in the shadows. “You’ve built yourself a fortress in the sky, and yet… I still managed to climb inside.”

“I trust you. And when you return, free and unbound, we fight for what’s ours.” He leaned down and kissed her then, desperate and conflicted, as though trying to anchor himself to something solid. She kissed him back eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck, sealing the promise with heat and breath. Above them, the moon slid behind a veil of cloud. From the highest balcony of the Greymoon keep, Alpha Lucien watched the training yard in silence. He had not missed the sight of his son and the omega slipping away into the shadows. He missed very little these days. Years of rule had honed his instincts into something sharp and unforgiving.

“Everything... about Vespera Nightingale.” Logan nodded, hurrying to keep pace. He pressed the elevator button as they reached the lobby. “I’ll get on it right away, sir.” But as the doors slid open and they stepped inside, Logan hesitated, the name feeling oddly familiar on his tongue. “Vespera Nightingale... Vespera...” His eyes widened as the elevator began to descend. “Hold on... isn’t she the newly announced female lead for Jerry Gray’s series? The Darkness Behind Me? Wait... is that her? That’s Vespera?”

“Running. Bleeding. The babies... they're crying." Rosa whimpered. Tears filled her eyes "Rosa," Pierce said sharply, "stay calm. It's just the vision." But Nicolas was already moving, his hand reaching for the pen Pierce had grabbed. His fingers moved across the paper with jerky, unnatural movements, forming words in languages he didn't know. Sanguis matris. Gemini mortui. Luna nova sacrificium. Elena read over his shoulder, her face going white. "Mother's blood. Dead twins. New moon sacrifice." She whispered.

The air in the dreamscape fractured like glass under pressure. Astra lay unconscious, her body glowing faintly beneath the surface of violet mist. Seraphina stood frozen, her pulse loud in her ears, eyes fixed on the man emerging from the shadows. Not a man—something older. Something ancient. Lucan’s voice dropped into a gravelled whisper. “Caelum.” Caelum’s obsidian wings dragged behind him like the shadow of a falling star. He was taller than Lucan, darker in aura, with silver-threaded black hair that coiled like smoke around his face. His eyes—glowing crimson—never left Seraphina.

Night in Moonrise breathed softly. The sky shimmered with stars, quiet and endless. Cold air pressed against the stone terrace where Aria stood, wrapped in her cloak, her gaze stretched far across the hills. Below, torchlight flickered along the village paths. Faint laughter drifted from distant homes. Somewhere deeper in the valley, the river hummed its low, steady song. For a moment, everything felt still—fragile, but whole.