Noctis Lucis Novels & Stories

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."

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.

she called, voice clear and pure, “on this sacred night, we call upon You. Let Your light fall upon Your chosen son. Reveal to him the mate You have marked.” The pack answered in low, rhythmic words. Power stirred in the air, prickling over my skin. “Prince Lucian Nightbane,” Nyra said. “Step forward.” He did, shirtless now, only a simple chain and moonstone around his neck, loose black trousers at his hips. The runes on the altar stone brightened beneath his bare feet. The full moon pushed through thinning clouds. Silver light poured over the clearing, over Lucian’s bare chest, over the circle, over all of us.

The statement should have comforted her. Instead, it only made her feel worse. Because deep down, she knew one thing. If she had never awakened. None of this would be happening. --- Later that morning, Lucien called an emergency council meeting. The largest chamber in Castle Nocturne quickly filled with nobles, generals, advisors, and powerful supernatural leaders. A massive map covered the center table. Several markers indicated werewolf movements. The sight was alarming. Every report pointed toward the same destination. Noctis.

his face twisted into a crooked smile, his gaze became predatory, and he headed towards the castle in the window of which a light flickered faintly. Nocté moved away from the door and lay down on the bed: her hair was spread out on the bedspread, the hem of her fresh nightgown was pulled up to her knee. For a moment, it seemed to the girl that her fair skin shimmered with silver, as if she had regained her former scales, but it turned out to be only an insidious play of the flame in the fireplace.