Noctis Lucis Caelum X Reader Novels & Stories

“Just come with me. We’ll find a small town. Live a quiet life. Eloise, I’m serious.” His eyes turned red. Eloise stared at him, her expression unreadable. Then, finally, she exhaled. “Listen, Alpha Astra,” she said, her tone smooth but cutting. “That Blood Moon Pack of yours? It’s nothing compared to the Litha Night Walker Pack.” Lucian’s entire body tensed. “And you,” she continued mercilessly, “are nothing compared to Alpha Ainsley.” She smirked, letting the words sink in. “I’m not stupid. I know which one of you is.....”

I grab his arm blindly, heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped animal. In the dark, Noelle’s voice floats, sweet and melodic: “You were never the main character, Elora. Not until tonight.” A hand brushes my shoulder—I jerk back, almost screaming— But then a spark of pale blue glows to life beside me. Lucien. He’s kneeling, blood trickling down his temple, his palm glowing faintly as he channels some kind of energy. His face is tight with pain, but his eyes—his impossibly bright, steel-blue eyes—lock onto mine.

And just like that, the conversation she planned, the bargain she rehearsed—everything disappeared. The room melted into shadows and heat, and the night blurred into something tangled and silent. There were no words, only breathless sighs and unspoken emotions wrapped between the sheets of their history. And somewhere in the back of her mind, Caliste knew— Tonight was not the night for answers. ------- A sharp ray of sunlight pierced through the tall curtains of the penthouse, nudging Lucian from the depths of his slumber. His head throbbed—a reminder of the drinks he drowned last night. He groaned softly, the leather couch beneath him oddly warm. His bare back pressed against it as he shift

but has already tried to send Brenda to find another. Curled up against the window of her room, Soraia stared at the moon while her fingers played with the necklace that appeared out of nowhere on her neck. She sighed, climbed down from the window sill and went into the room again, little knowing that a lone wolf was crying to the moon and for her in a dark forest where only its eyes of fire shone. - What a monotony," Lucian grumbled, his lips dripping with blood after he lifted them from the neck of the nurse he had attacked, and boldly squeezed her breast to increase the pleasure of sipping the liquid straight from the source.

I stare at it for a moment before showing Lucien. He reads it and smiles, the real smile, the one that changes his whole face. “All three,” I say. I text back: Bring the one with the best cover first. Three seconds later, Théo sends a photograph. A dark blue notebook embossed with a silver moon. I stare at the image. “The moon,” I say softly. Lucien sees it over my shoulder. “Yes.” “We started under a full moon,” I murmur. “Coronation night. Your headlights on that road.”

His paws and mouth were stained red, his eyes gleaming like twin pools, so deep and mysterious that one might fear drowning in their depths. We circled one another, our gazes locked, attempting to figure out why we fit together so seamlessly. It was like we were destined for each other, two souls intricately intertwined. I glimpsed a fervent passion and desire in his eyes, a fusion of dominance and submission. Lucian appeared willing to unleash chaos against the world if it meant protecting me. The night unfolded, weaving drapes of memories I would forever hold inside my heart. It was a night of serenity that awakened something profound beyond my imagination.

The flames took quickly, warm and strong, shedding light on the mossy walls and half-collapsed arches above. Lucien dragged a half-burnt bench over from the courtyard wall, flopping down on it with the Aurelian text he’d nicked from the library earlier that afternoon. Nora curled up next to him, tucking her head into his lap while he read to her in between long, slow swigs from a goblet of blood. His voice was low in the silence, rolling over us like a lullaby made of lost prophecy. Caelum and Elias sat close together, their shoulders touching as they shared a flask in silent conversation. Their murmurs were easy to tune out. Whatever they were talking about didn’t matter. It wasn’t logistic

Judging by the distracted silence of Stefan and Blake, they enjoyed the meal as well. As they finished their food, a knock promptly preceded the door opening. Two men stepped in, bowing slightly and keeping their eyes reverted to the floor. The taller of the two stepped forward and began speaking, “behind each of those doors, you will find a room, each with two beds. One for you and one for our Celestial guests.” ‘They mean ussss.’ Lotus hissed into the Onyx Sage minds. ‘They worship those within the den as heavenly creatures. God’s pets…’ Stefan’s thought echoed through Clarissa’s mind, and her wide eyes found him. Clarissa thought telepathic communication was a gift of the familiars. But n

Was it just my imagination, or did I just see a brief gold and red glow in his eyes? “Nicolette, talk to me,” he ordered; the expression on his face showing barely controlled hunger. “No,” I answered, shaking my head. I was so, so done with talking. “I want your mouth on mine, Lucien. I want you now.” ***Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thank you for reading this story. Undressed by the King is already complete. If you like to binge read it, you certainly can in my P*****n page (p*****n.com/authorjmfelic). Otherwise, you can wait for my updates here on Goodnovel. I update weekly. ^_^ Stay safe!***

Author Pov Catelin felt someone playing with her hair making her groan a little in annoyance as she turned her body and started to travel to her dreamland again but again a hand started caressing her head making her slowly detach her eyes. She looked at the wall in front of her blinking before turning her head and as soon as she did her eyes met with the familiar light hazel ones making her return the smile he was shooting her. "Good morning Catey." Her eyebrows went up in surprise. Kid Lucifer. After so many days he finally appeared. It's been a week normal or this Lucifer has appeared.