Noctis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

“Remove the evil in the space, and leave good fortune in its place.” “Stop!” Lucas yells. “You’re hurting her!” He wraps me in his arms, and I fall against him, heart pounding. “Should we take a break?” Evander whispers and Tabatha shakes her head. “Join me,” Tabatha tells him and Evander holds out his hand, thumbs and forefingers together. “Powers of North, South, East, and West,” they chant and pain shoots through me. “I call on you with this request. Remove the evil in the space, and leave good fortune in its place.”

Nathan Nathan sat on the edge of his bed, the stolen wolfskin book heavy in his lap. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even tried. The words burned behind his eyelids: Fated bonds transcend species. A wolf may recognize his mate in any form—witch, vampire, even human. The bond is not magic, but instinct. A pull deeper than blood, older than reason. To deny it is to fracture the soul. His fingers traced the jagged illustration of a wolf and witch standing beneath a full moon, their shadows entwined.

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

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

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.