Noctis Lucis Caelum Older Novels & Stories

“Noctis.” Seraphine began praying. “Noctis? The Night People? The terrifying shadowy—” The horn blew again. Alessia looked up and froze. A swarm of obsidian-armored riders descended upon Solaris on massive winged beasts—Night Steeds made of shadow-light. They landed in perfect formation, and then the lead rider dismounted. His coat was a sweep of black feathers edged with silver thread. Ravion Vesper Noctis. Seraphine fainted on the spot.

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.

THE PREVIOUS NIGHT “Lie down and close your eyes” Oneiros instructed and Julia did as she was told, her fingers clasped together in fear. Oneiros reached for Julia’s hand and placed her right palm on the folded fingers right above her tummy and began to mutter; “Luna lucebit in semitam tenet Cogitationes nostrae coniunguntur Lux corda nostra illuminabit Cogitationes nostrae coniunguntur Pateant fores votorum

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.”

Lucian’s hand finds mine. The bond flares—bright, fierce, unafraid. Dawn comes blood-red the next morning. Scouts scream the alert before the sun fully clears the horizon. Void tearing open. Swarm signatures blooming like black flowers. Hundreds of thousands. Millions. They come early. We rise to meet them. Lucian’s wings snap wide on the launch platform. My light ignites—sunrise made weapon. He looks at me one last time before the battle. Golden eyes steady.

The stranger laughed. “That was the story you chose to believe.” “I watched you fall.” “You watched me disappear.” “There is a difference.” The laughter echoed beneath the crystal ceiling. Lucian stepped forward, placing himself between the stranger and everyone else. “Who are you?” The man’s smile widened. “So much like him.” “So eager to stand between danger and the people you love.” He slowly placed a hand over his heart and bowed with mocking elegance. “My name…” He raised his head. “…is Aurelius Noctis.”

"The birds... they're not mere creatures of the night. They're harbingers!" "Speak clearly," I commanded, my voice steady despite the tempest of dread brewing within me. "An omen, Luna Queen Kelly," another panted, pushing past the threshold of exhaustion to deliver their dire message. "They signal the resurgence of The Black Faes – emboldened by a pact with Lucifer himself. A deal wrought in shadows, granting them powers we thought sealed away in the annals of our darkest history."

Lyra The orb pulsed in my hands and its light bathed the faces of the elders gathered around me. As I began to speak, their expressions ranged from skepticism to amazement. “It all started with two brothers,” I said in a steady voice despite the rapid beating of my heart. “Lucius and Caius, the first Blackmoon and Silvermoon alpha. The orb's light shifted, projecting the haunting images of two wolves - one midnight black and the other a shimmering silver. They stood side by side, proud and strong.

"The howl you just heard belongs to Augustus. Nora is dead. Go back to the estate, quickly and mobilize whatever you have left of your pack. Young and old, for the months ahead. Felix will return, do not fret. Your men will only be wounded." There was silence for a full minute and no one moved, including Petl. "Fuck!" Lucian exclaimed. "The Lamia's gone, you can sit properly." The ladies shuffled back to their seats and made themselves comfortable as Lucian ignited the car. He drove out into the highway and Petl moved with difficulty from her seat to sit behind Lucian. "Why is it out of the estate, Lucian?" She asked. Lucian shrugged. "It has the freedom to wander about in search of his race

When the brightness subsided, a figure stood before them, radiating an aura of purity and power. It was a celestial being, an ethereal being from a realm untouched by darkness. Her luminous wings stretched wide, emanating an iridescent glow that seemed to cleanse the space around her. The room's atmosphere shifted, the malevolence of Azaroth's presence countered by the celestial's benevolence. "I am Lysandra, the Celestial Guardian," she announced with a voice that echoed like distant chimes. "I have sensed the disturbance caused by cosmic forces, and I have come to maintain the balance."