Noctis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

The upper body, which was significantly larger than the lower body, contained two massive eyes— each one being nearly half the size of Ishida’s head. “Welcome, bold and worthy travelers,” the creature began, bowing its head in a courteous manner, “to Mount Nawarat del Aureum Lichtus au Oppenheimen ilha Saremis Dochoa del Cealus vom Himmel zur Reconcilio la Terram ins Hippocritus temps; el Griff los Lancaster Domines Gladius est mit el Hand des Sanctus ad Infinitum; del Bona Fide Aurora Borealis cum Lauden; de Jure in Excelsis Deo Volente Arras Rex zur Castellum von Rexius Marcus auf Mount Nawarat est! Do you come in peace?”

Like throwing stilettos on the silky pitch-black sky, the silvery glimmers of the moon pierced and shrouded across the sky. It’s eerie, the wind, the woods, and the ocean altogether. No one, not a single soul is out at that misty midnight. The howling sound of the night creatures heard in the distance and the oozing breeze frosting all the flowers that are spreading the drowsy fragrance for the night and as if they couldn’t bear the cold the flowers were dangling while waiting for the sun to rise up.

He was resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the golden disc of the sun was being slowly, inexorably devoured by the encroaching moon. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the world plunged into an eerie, midday darkness. It was a premature night; stars blinked into existence, shivering in the sudden, biting cold. To the superstitious, it was a terrifying omen of divine displeasure, a harbinger of doom. But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return.

The moonlight over the Sanctuary was softer tonight, almost shy, as though the heavens themselves feared to disturb the sacred quiet. The statues of Iris and Aiden stood sentinel at the heart of the valley, their marble faces serene, yet beneath their gaze the world felt anything but peaceful. Atop the Crescent Spire, Caelum stood alone, cloaked in the dark velvet of night. The wind tugged at his hair, whispering through the pine trees, carrying scents of ash and wildflowers. His violet eyes scanned the horizon where shadow and light clashed like warring titans.

, Lucas murmured in her ear. Lucas kept moving his finger in and out of her pussy, building the pleasure in her lower belly. His thumb started rubbing circles on her clit, making her drop her head against his shoulder and groan loudly. Lucas then added another finger and sped up his movements. He felt her walls tense around his fingers and felt her climax building. Lucas continued his torture until Enora couldn’t take anymore. She felt the waves of pleasure uncoil from her lower belly and succumbed to the intensity of her orgasm. Her legs were trembling as she came down from her high, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to steady herself.

“And you’d know the one about warriors. Seems fitting.” Her gaze shifted to him, catching the faintest softness in his features as he stared upward. It was rare, this quiet Lucian, stripped of sharpness and power. Here, he was just a man lying beside her under the stars, vulnerable in the silence. “What about that one?” she asked, pointing toward a faint cluster glowing just above the horizon. Lucian leaned closer, his breath brushing her cheek. “The Pleiades. The Seven Sisters.” “Seven?” Isla frowned lightly. “I only see six.”

A gasp tore from her. The entity’s warning echoed faintly. Your paths may cross. But not without cost. Tears blurred her vision. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she knew he could not hear. She forced herself to turn away. The worlds needed her. And if she lingered too long, she might unravel completely. On the fifth night, the sky finally shuddered. Lucien stood at the border of Nightfall, watching the horizon, when a tremor rippled through the stars. A faint silver glow bloomed where the moon should be.

the voice in my head said again. Lumine diei noctis opacae. Ego te peto ut, si anima potest. Et hoc tibi do vitam, quae ad virtutem quia tu, placet, audias me cantum, et date mihi omne obtinuit. (Light of the day, darkness of the night. I will ask you to take, my soul if you might. This life I give you, for the power that you know, please hear my chant, and give me all you got.)

Nolan hovered the crystal over Sebastian’s chest. It flickered. Everyone paused in attention. “Lucy…” Nolan breathes out in a raspy voice. “What was the entire prophecy again?” Luciana, despite being confused, recited it, “A wolf would shed its other clothing. Cried as the blood moon is approaching. The thirty first will ride the night. Heralds death by dying light.” “The blood eclipse and today, the 31st,” Veronica and Nolan said at the same time, they gazed at each other.