Novel & Cerita Noctis Lucis

The night felt so quiet as Noah stood on the roof of the tallest building in the city center. Noah gazed at the lights below him without really focusing his gaze on anything in particular. The night breeze blew cold, rustling the long black coat he was wearing. Yet nothing could truly soothe the turmoil raging inside him right now. Noah’s hands still seemed to remember the strange sensation of holding Lilith’s wrist. Empty. There was no mark of his own left, only Lucas’s mark remained. Noah slowly closed his eyelids.

His white robes glinted under the moonlight and his silver hair added to his majestic presence. “The Noctilux Pack is blessed by the Moon Goddess tonight,” Sigmund proclaimed loudly, cutting through the festive noise. “Fortune shall favour us all.” The guests cheered and applauded, and some even knelt in respect. Lennon gave Sigmund a slight bow, then looked up at the sky with pride. Meanwhile, Estelle felt something unusual in the moonlight—too bright and warm, as if it were highlighting something that shouldn't be seen. Estelle took a slow breath, trying to calm herself. It’s just a symbol. Nothing is wrong. Everything is proceeding as it should.

He blinked, refocused, and slammed his shield up just in time to block a twisted wolf’s lunge. “Thank you, Luna!” he grunted. “Eyes up,” I said. “Real threats only.” A Nightfang scout veered toward a cluster of whispering shadows that looked like terrified children. I sent a flare of cold clarity his way. They vanished, revealing the gaping maw of a crevasse he would have sprinted into. “Pay attention,” I called. “*She cheats*” A dark shape streaked past me. Lucian. He hit a corrupted stag square in the chest, claws ripping into its twisted flesh. It let out a sound that should not have come from anything with antlers, then crumpled.

Alcinder was beginning to feel a surge of energy through him. “It is the home of the very first descendants of the Lycanthropes. It was heavenly and home to hundreds of different packs who worked under the prime pack. Alparo’s wolves and land has been cursed, poisoned by hate, and greed, and bound with several loose and dangerous spells. Till this is done, Wolves will have no mate. Move Quickly, Alpha Alcinder.” As she ended her words, the palace broke into two, spiraling him into a sinking bottomless pit.

Julian's face started to bruise as his blush crept up. "What are you talking about?" I felt completely lost at their words," forgive my ignorance. I wasn't informed of most things that didn't have to do with wolves. This is all really new..." Forrest took a deep breath, calming himself down," right, dear. Sorry. How do I put this?" He rubbed his hands together trying to think. "Nocturnes are what Lycans are to werewolves," Julian spoke when nobody else chose to," to be more specific it's when a pureblood vampire produces offspring with a pureblooded shapeshifter. It's been a really long time since one was born."

Now its once-grand structures sagged like dying beasts, their stone facades crumbling, their foundations slowly sinking into the soft earth where drainage systems had long since failed. Above, suspended in arrogant glory, soared the true city of Noctis Lumen. Its crystalline towers captured moonlight and transformed it, casting prisms of cold brilliance across the night sky. Those towers defied natural law, their impossible geometries sustained by complex weaves of elemental magic. The nobility lived up there, among the stars, while she and the other dregs of society scrabbled for existence in the festering wound that stretched beneath their feet.

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.

Lucian gently and quietly set down Selene's head from his arm, placing it on her handbag and making a pillow out of it, he stood up and walked away from the shelter and into the night he went, fearlessly. His eyes glowed from blue-grey to gold, radiating the fire straight from his father's throne and activating his night vision, he could see clearly like in the day time. Suddenly, a bat flew sottishly and smashed on a tree three metres from where he stood.

“And don’t underestimate Elliot. He may have been born from a lower-ranking pack, but he’s ruthless and sharp. He’ll sniff out Cecil the moment she crosses the threshold unless we remove her scent entirely.” Cecil raised a brow. “And how exactly do we do that?” Mason’s eyes darkened with purpose. “I know someone... who owes me a debt that I won’t soon forget.” He turned to Julian. “We’ll lay low at Noctis tonight. I’ll book the suite on the way.” Julian nodded, stepping on the gas. ********** The Noctis Palace Hotel loomed like a fortress of luxury and secrets. Positioned at the cross-section of four pack borders, it was more than a hotel—it was a sanctuary for power plays, neutrality, and d

“Then what do you want?” Silence. “I don’t have all day, Caius.” “It’s the Nocturis, your majesty. As I speak to you, they are currently standing by the border and I fear it is not for a good thing.” My eyes widened a little. “The Nocturis?” He nodded. “Although they haven’t done anything out of the ordinary, I just thought to let you know about this.” I clenched my fist tightly beside me. Those damned blood sucking earthlings again.