Noctis Lucis Caelum X Reader Novels & Stories

Not because the magic chose her. But because I had tasted her sorrow— and no king worthy of the title lets such injustice stand. --- Samantha POV Lucien stood abruptly. A cold wind rushed through the broken window. And then frost wrote itself across the wall: HELLO, LITTLE SUNLIGHT. Lucien stepped in front of me instantly. “Do not read it.” “I ALREADY READ IT,” I squeaked. “It is meant to unsettle you.” “It WORKED.” The frost dissolved. A whisper followed, curling through the air:

​I've got you. ​I let my fingers slowly coil tighter around his, feeling my racing heart slow to a steady rhythm as his supportive frame brushes against mine. His presence brings nothing but pure comfort, completely devoid of the usual panic that human contact brings to my system. Slowly, I melt into his warmth and his care, my frantic mantra finally silencing as Lucian fills the space. ​I am completely safe with Lucian. _____________________________________________ A/N: Sorry... but DATE NIGHT!!! Maybe.. I know this may have come as a surprise to some, but I mean it was inevitable and I'm just glad Iris is the blunt bitch she is to call it out for what it was. Lucian was not ready though, I

How do I look away now that I have seen you? — Rachel Mennies. LUCIEN I was burning. Not just warm, feverish. My skin was slick with sweat, my muscles coiled tight beneath me, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the throb between my legs. I was in the forest. Barefoot. Naked. Hard. Gods… her. I caught onto her scent quickly. Lavender. My feet moved before thoughts caught up. I was hunting, but she wasn’t running. She stood there, back arched and chest bare to the night, her body bathed in moonlight like it belonged to the goddess herself.

Latent Hilda, Latilda and Hilda de Lat, to name a few. My gaze slid towards the single window in the room. Lights from the watchtowers lining the rear ramparts flashed around, casting the forest surrounding the pack-house in a dark, gloomy shadow-- although I could still see it as clear as day. Courtesy of my wolf's night vision. I was Latent, but not without the better powers and baser urges of a werewolf. At that moment a blade of light sliced in through the tiny window, and fell on a spot in the middle of the cramped room. It looked inviting. Tired of ransacking my closet for clothes I won't find, I went over and sat on it.

They had yet to go all the way and Leo just knew that they weren’t going to get to do it whilst the death count was high. “Good evening, Leo,” Nocturne said. “Did you hand your essay in before the deadline?” “I did,” Leo confirmed with a triumphant grin. “Thank you for checking it over. It was a great help.” When they weren’t having make out sessions, he sometimes used Nocturne as a quick proof reader for his essays. It turned out that Nocturne could read inhumanely fast which made sense because he wasn’t human. “Anything for you,” his boyfriend said and pulled him in for a kiss.

Natasha’s POV The air in Lucien’s room was heavy, thick with the weight of his scent—cedar and musk, a heady mixture that clung to every surface and wove itself into my senses, making it hard to think straight. My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm against my ribcage, as I sat on the edge of his bed, my hands gripping the burgundy sheets as though they could tether me to reality. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting silver streaks across the room, illuminating the sharp lines of his silhouette where he stood at the foot of the bed. His presence was overwhelming, a force that seemed to pull the very air toward him, leaving me breathless. His shirtless torso gleamed faintly

Luke panted, forearm against Kai's throat. "Never," Kai wheezed, then tapped out three times. As they broke apart, Luke wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Mating bond gives me an edge now. Can't help it - my wolf's always at full strength protecting her." Nathan's fingers dug into the weathered wood. That restless energy Luke described - the constant awareness, the need to be near - it mirrored exactly what he'd been feeling about Rita. Kai caught Nathan's expression and smirked. "Speaking of mates..." He elbowed Luke conspiratorially. "Our future alpha's been awfully cozy with that new witch. What was her name? Rita?"

CHAPTER 69 Soft light filtered in through the curtains, warming the bedroom with a gentle glow. Elias stirred slowly, muscles aching faintly, mind clouded with hazy fragments of the day before—Tzareth, the surge of unknown power, collapsing into Lucian’s arms… Lucian. Still curled at his side, Lucian’s head rested on Elias’s chest, dark hair tousled across pale skin. His breathing was steady, lips parted slightly in sleep. Elias gazed at him for a long, silent moment.

“Lucian, wait—” “Stay back,” he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously as he glanced down at me. “This is between us. I need you to get out of here.” I shook my head, my heart racing. “I’m not leaving you.” Lucian’s jaw clenched, his eyes softening for a moment as they locked on mine. “Chloe, please.” Before I could respond, Caius let out a low laugh. “Oh, isn’t this touching? The lone wolf playing protector.” His eyes gleamed with amusement as he took a step forward. “But here’s the thing, Lucian—you can’t protect her. Not from us.”

Allissa I could feel the tingles against my skin and slowly opened my eyes. I stared up at the knotty pine ceiling as I tried to remember what had happened. Slowly, it came back to me, and the tiny tingles on my face made me remember about my mate. I turned my head slightly, to the green eyes of the Lycan King, whose thumb was softly caressing my cheek. “You should be feeling better, but let me know if you aren’t and I will call my healers back.” His voice was calm, gentle, and soothing. It wasn’t what I was expecting.