Noctis Lucis Caelum X Reader Novels & Stories

I could hardly believe it either. Him. At last. I gasped as my back arches towards him. His lips capture my right nipple as he licks, sucks and bites. The sensation building, just behind the clearing. I could feel the charged power in the air. Noctis was in full swing, the moon shining bright above us as he used his finger to lift my chin. Capturing my neck with a kiss, his free fingers were enough to distract me from anything I could have on my mind.

I'm now 25 years old, and although I was 21 it wasn't really all that special aside from the fact that I greatly wanted to meet my mate but I did find out about the changing and becoming a powerful dragon before my parents passed away. As of right now, I have not found my mate. Instead, I have fallen in love with Elisa Jackson, an Alpha and deity, whose father also happens to be Ethan Jackson the Alpha of the Crescent Stone Pack. He was so eager for us to tie the knot that he could no longer wait.

because of him. My eyes track across the black-and-white images. Our whole intense argument is laid out in perfect snapshots, and my chest tightens, my wolf remembering the exact feel of his skin. There's one specific picture of us standing on the dirt path that locks my attention. Luka is smirking right up at my face while I hand his communication crystal back to him. It is incredibly, fiercely hot. "Nightbane's Most Eligible Alpha Heir Finds a New Male Lover," I read the headline out loud before glaring at my twin. "This is a total lie."

Lucious blazes opposite, his armor molten with sunlight, his jaw set like an executioner’s blade. And me? I’m the crack between them. The break neither will let close. “Enough!” My voice rips out of me, raw and shaking, but it vanishes into the roar of power between them. Kael doesn’t even blink. His eyes—storm-dark, silver bleeding through like veins of light—lock on Lucious with a promise I know too well. A promise that ends in blood. Lucious lifts his hand, and the air sears gold. Feathers of light unfurl behind him like a sun-born inferno. “You should have stayed in the dark where you belong.”

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

A gasp tore from her. The entity’s warning echoed faintly. Your paths may cross. But not without cost. Tears blurred her vision. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she knew he could not hear. She forced herself to turn away. The worlds needed her. And if she lingered too long, she might unravel completely. On the fifth night, the sky finally shuddered. Lucien stood at the border of Nightfall, watching the horizon, when a tremor rippled through the stars. A faint silver glow bloomed where the moon should be.

The instant I lifted it from the chest, silver light flowed across the pages. Blank paper suddenly filled with elegant handwriting. Words appeared before my eyes. Professor Kasnic looked down. "I still can't read it." I blinked. "What?" "It has always been blank." My heart pounded. Only I could see the writing. Slowly... Very slowly... I opened to the first page. One sentence appeared alone. Simple. Clear. Beautifully written. If you are reading this... then Lucius already knows who you are. The room seemed to disappear around me. Tears burned behind my eyes.

“No. You were right, I should’ve listened. You’re their mother. You get to decide what’s best for them. I’ll never question that again. And I'll continue to protect Kael and Talia.” My heart tightened a little at the sincerity in his voice. I hadn’t expected that. At that moment it struck out to me how opposite Lucien and Ronan were. I gave a quick nod. “Thank you. But that’s not why I’m here.” I walked forward, setting the book on the edge of his bed and flipping it open to the marked page. The old ink swirled on the parchment, the word Tenebrium stood out like morning smoke. Ronan leaned over to read it. Then froze.

She wore a silk gown the color of fresh blood, his hand resting on the small of her back. They kissed, they shared blood, lost in each other. "Day and night," I repeated, my voice a flat, dead calm. "It must be exhausting." "Octavia, what is that tone?" Lucien sensed the shift. "I don't care what tantrum you're throwing. Get back to the lab. Now." I severed the connection. Two minutes later, my phone vibrated. A new post on the Sanguine Web. It was a photo from Celeste.

“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.