Noctis Lucis Caelum Older Novels & Stories

“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”

“The bond.....The visions..... The way everything feels like it’s… pulling us somewhere we don’t understand.” His jaw tightens and his breathing sharpens but he doesn’t interrupt. So I push further because I need to see it. Need to know. “The Noctrya.” The word lands between us like a dropped blade and everything changes. Lucien goes completely still. The kind of stillness that comes when something inside you has just been exposed. My heart skips. There it is. He knows. “You’ve heard of it,” I say quietly. It’s not a question. His silence confirms it.

It was only ten years ago that something special happened, and this is accurately why he is here. Thuc clearly remembers that it was on a dark night, when the town where he lived had fallen asleep. Everyone has closed the door, the space is quiet, only the flickering lights of the late night remain. The space is so quiet that one can clearly hear the chirping of insects, and every so often the sounds of cars coming back late.

He bowed his head—not in respect, but acknowledgment, the way a predator might acknowledge another predator. “I am Theron,” he said. “First Blade of the Noctis Court.” Lucien stiffened. “Impossible. The Noctis Court died centuries ago.” Theron smiled without warmth. “We do many things you believe impossible, son of night.” Rowan bristled. “Say whatever you came to say and leave. Slowly.” Theron ignored him, taking one small step closer— Just enough for Lucien to move in front of Selene, blocking her with his body.

The darkness had finally covered the sun and the moon hung up high in the sky, it's was a full moon, the sky's was bright and the stars danced around like bees around honey. Lucinda had successfully calmed her mind and slept, she decided to shift it to the back of her mind.... .... ... ... "Open your eyes Luci" Hmm! Who's there; Lucinda asked with her drowsy eyes? "Open your eyes, I remember telling you clearly we'll meet tonight". Shit!!

The green glow seemed anything but lucky. If Cameron found it distasteful, she'd have one more reason to divorce him. Cade frowned. Lucian had awful taste. Indeed, one couldn't expect much from Lucian's gifts. Lucian had a look of consideration. "It glows in the dark. You won't have trouble seeing the time when you're out and about in the dark. That way there won't be a delay in operations." "... I didn't know it could glow." Cade couldn't help but splutter expletives.

Lyra belonged to the conclave of ancient witches, followers of the dark god Nocturnus, who had favored them in ancient wars before they discovered his true intentions. Nocturnus fed on corrupted souls, suffering, spilled blood, and chaos—a devoured of light. When the witches realized his purpose, they saw their minds were controlled, their bodies moving at the god’s will. Crying out for deliverance, they found themselves kneeling before their most powerful enemy, the Moon Goddess.

The name tasted of ash and forgotten ghosts, of a past that refused to stay dead. She turned back to Lucian, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “What exactly are we looking for?” Lucian’s gaze darkened. “A book.” Vesper stiffened beside her. “A book?” he repeated, suspicion laced in his tone. “You want to drag us into cursed ruins for a book?” Lucian’s smirk returned, but this time there was no humor in it. “Not just any book. The Codex Noctis.” Elara inhaled sharply. Even Vesper’s expression shifted, his features taut with unease.

A voice in the night, cold and low, speaking words in a language that prickled my skin. "You can’t hide forever, Seraphina. The darkness has found you." I spun around, scanning the empty clearing, but there was nothing there. Just silence, pressing in close, as though the night itself were watching. The next morning, we discovered that several of our scouts and patrol leaders had disappeared, their posts abandoned, their scents trailing off into the dark woods. A message was left in their place, carved into the bark of an ancient oak: "The cycle is broken, but the darkness remains."

The garden was unrecognizable beneath the silvery gaze of the full Hunter’s Moon. Once vibrant flowers now drooped and curled as though wilting under the weight of Erika’s apprehension. Clouds rolled sluggishly across the sky, dimming the moonlight. Rows of darkly clad Lycans gathered, their golden eyes gleaming like embers in the shadows. The air was thick with expectation, and Erika’s skin prickled with an uneasy awareness of every gaze trained on her.