Noctis Lucis Caelum X Reader Novels & Stories

Lucio laid back beside her kissing her back, he fell asleep beside her. The morning sun shines through the window as Lisa wakes up to the Familiar room, her head was hurting from the alcohol last night. She had a lot to drink, feeling the hairy legs, she glanced beside her, her eyes widened seeing Lucio sleeping beside her. Her jaw dropped but she was quick to close her mouth, peeping under sheets, she realized that she was naked but she wasn't the only one who was naked, Lucio was equally naked. As if sensing he had already woken up, Lisa lifts up her head locking eyes with Lucio. He had the same look on his face.

His breathing slows and his eyes search mine like he’s trying to find a joke hidden somewhere in my expression but I don’t give him one. The silence stretches again and then he lets out a small, disbelieving breath. Almost a laugh. “You’re actually serious,” he murmurs, like it’s the most impossible conclusion he’s ever reached. I don’t answer because I am and Edric Vale, human dancer of Luna Noir, lies in my bed staring at me like I’ve just rewritten his reality. He shakes his head slowly, as if refusing to let it settle. “This has to be some kind of trick,” he says softly.

They both chuckled, low and dark, and the sound sent a thrill racing down my spine. Caelum traced a finger along my jawline. “You think this is about pleasure?” He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. “No, darling… this is about control.” Lucien took the blindfold from Caelum’s hand and unfolded it slowly before bringing it over my eyes. “Wait! I can’t see!” My breath came faster as darkness swallowed me whole. “Exactly,” Lucien whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Now you’ll feel everything… without knowing when or where we’ll touch you next.”

The nightmare always ends the same way. Lila on her knees in the mud. Rain plastering her hair to her skull, dripping down her face indistinguishable from tears. The silver cord inside her chest ripping apart fiber by fiber, a sensation like being flayed from the inside out while still breathing. Lucian's voice, flat as a blade: *"I, Lucian Blackwood, Alpha-heir of the Mooncrest Pack, hereby reject you, Lila Winstone, as my fated mate. You are released from the bond. You are released from the pack. You are released from my protection."*

he greeted and kissed me on my forehead. "Good evening, Lucien." "Lucien..." My attention was shortly drawn to the man who called Lucien's attention. It's the Alpha of Crimson Pack, Drago Alessandrei Lestat. I can't help but stare at him. This is actually the first that I see him this close and Einah was right, the man screams danger. The smile he wears is not enough to mask the danger lurking behind his orbs. I wonder what made him like this? The Alpha eyed me with his cobalt orbs but I see no animosity in it. I gave him a smile and a nod to show my greetings. His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk.

LUCIAN The blood moon was once again at its fullest, and neither have I left the room. Today was supposed to be the last day of the blood moon, but judging by the lights streaming through the window, it was obvious that it was not disappearing anytime soon. A moan left my lips, or was it a gasp? I couldn't tell anymore. I couldn't ever differentiate anything or feel myself asides from Elias cock ramming through my body. He collapsed beside me, his cock still in my butthole.

Already he gazes at me with single-minded devotion. It's almost too easy. With each tender gesture and loving word from Roman, I come closer to having him fully under my spell. Once our mating is formalised and I am established as his cherished Luna, none will dare challenge whatever I command in the Pack. Dorian and Lily's fates will be sealed. "You seem distracted, my moon," Roman murmurs, his thumb stroking over my knuckles. "What preoccupies your thoughts tonight?" I quickly compose my expression into an adoring smile. "Nothing of importance, my Alpha. Just reminiscing a bit is all."

He just sat there, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead at nothing. "Tell me it's not true," he said finally. Her stomach dropped. "Tell you what's not true?" "Don't." His voice cracked on the word. "Don't make me say it out loud if you're just going to lie to me again." Giselle's hands twisted in her lap. "Vexeon, I—" "Did you sleep with him." Vexeon turned to face her now, eyes dark, unreadable. "Damien Nightshade. The Lycan King. On your birthday. While I was upstairs waiting for you."

A large, dark shadow loomed over him, blocking out the light from the ballroom. Kael looked up, his eyes wide and glazed with the beginning of a primal fever. Standing there was Lucien. The Alpha wasn't moving, his body coiled with a sudden, terrifying tension. In the dim moonlight, Kael could see Lucien’s pupils were blown so wide they almost swallowed the irises, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sudden, intoxicating explosion of Kael’s true scent.

"If what you are saying is true... help us. Help us stop him from breaking through." Noctis closed his eyes tightly. "I wish it were that simple, Killian." When he opened them again, the crimson glow within his irises had intensified violently. "Every single moment I remain outside the void, Nyxar gains more absolute control over my mind. I don't have much time left." He reached quickly into his black cloak and threw a small, shimmering silver crystal toward Aiden. Leo leaped up and caught it cleanly in his jaws. It pulsed with a deeply familiar, warm moonlight.