Noctis Lucis Novels & Stories

I had to squeeze his ass to keep him from toppling us both over. Okay, this wasn't going to work if he kept running from me. "Relax, Midnight," I gave him a firm squeeze. "I just want to get to know you is all." Contrary to what Noelle would later guess, Midnight's cock was not made of fire. But it was unusual. The head of his cock was pointed, not as much as a lycan or any of the canine shifters, but more so draconic. Arrow-shaped, with three layered ridges before we got to the foreskin, and a lovely shade of blue. The color graded up the shaft, going from a winter's sky to the dark gray of a Drow, similar to the skin on his belly and thighs. The shaft itself was thick, ridged in elvish sca

“What about you? Don't you need to hide yourself too? She laughed. “If you could smell yourself, you would understand why I'm giving that to you. It's like nothing I've smelt before. You're the flame and you can believe me when I say you attract a lot of moths. And unfortunately, a lot of bats too.” I eventually took the necklace and placed it around my neck, hopefully, it'll protect me just like she said it would. “Come see me tomorrow, we have some things to talk about. But come at night. For no reason, should you leave your room before 4pm. And if you're not here by 8pm, don't bother coming.” Very specific instructions but okay, I guess. “Magma, you said I attract bats. Don't bats hate li

Ash shifts again, his paws moving away from their original places, but still keeping me pinned down. Snow continues to fall at a steady pace, the wind growing slightly and the sky becoming darker. A few minutes after the house lights up Mikki trots out of the forest with Tori, Ally, Vic and Carson with her. They pause at seeing us, but then trot over to the door where they shift and go inside, all murmuring.

Dual POV — Lucian / Talia The moon rose early that night. Round. Silver. Too bright for a world trying to hide its sins. Lucian sat beside the campfire with his hood drawn low, the ring clenched in his palm as if it were the only thing anchoring him to the ground. Cassius slept a few yards away, armor stacked neatly at his side, but sleep had never been an option for Lucian tonight. The bond hummed. Not loud. Not demanding.

Quiet, undignified. A tremor in the hand. A tear that didn't reach the floor. No empire. No legions. No Senate decree could change this. He was alone. He was defeated. ************************** INDEX: Vigila tertia- roughly from midnight to 3 AM. thermopolium- food establishment (singular) Caligula dulcis- sweet Caligula (term of endearment). triclinium- dining couch Vigilia quarta- roughly from 3 AM to sunrise (dawn)

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.

Niamh, drawing from her knowledge of ancient texts, remarked, "There are legends of a time when neither day nor night reigned, where creation and dissolution danced in harmony." Elysia, inspired by the collective insights of her companions and feeling a deep, intuitive pull, voiced her realization, "It's twilight! The moment between day and night, where light and dark merge. It represents balance, transition, and harmony." Aeliana's ever-shifting form seemed to solidify for a moment, a smile playing on her ethereal lips. "Correct, Elysia. Twilight is the embodiment of balance, the bridge between dichotomies. It's where possibilities are endless, and realities converge."

“She’s not gone! You hear me? She’s not yours to take!” Novis’s eyes softened, but its presence was unyielding, its voice a gentle blade. “She is not taken. She is the nexus’s heart, and her sacrifice is its dawn. But the fracture lives, and only she can weave it shut. Her glow is yours to rekindle.” Selene’s light flared, her voice breaking with desperation and love. “Rekindle? She gave everything her spark, her soul! What more can you ask of her?” Lucas surged to his feet, his voice raw with defiance, tears streaming as he faced Novis. “You want her to fight again? She saved reality! If you’re her dawn, give her back to us, or I’ll tear this star apart!”

Lucius squinted at one slab after the other. Porcius taunted him. “You won’t be able to read any of that etched markings.” “I know,” Lucius replied, not making eye contact with him. Porcius continued, “Ever see anything like that by the mouth of Ostia?” “No,” Lucius admitted. “Ah Ostia,” Porcius lamented like he loved the port to the sea. “The bottom end of the toilet bowl that is Mare Nostrum. That musta been fun growing up in that smelly place.”

The flower that blooms in the middle of the night sky is also soaked in the white petals by the dew drops, a little soft and gentle makes people's hearts move. In the room, the weak light emanating from the bedside lamp, the floor was littered with men's and women's clothing, the sparse light trail was not enough to make the scene appear clearly. But the sound of men's gasps and women's soft breaths were continuous and endless. Tinh Ngoc doesn't know how much “love” this is tonight. Perhaps because they were about to be apart, Dinh Quan was especially intense tonight. All over her body were traces left by him, but the deepest part of her was also invaded and disturbed by him.