Noctis Lucis Novels & Stories

The entire place was silent, except for the occasional calls of birds somewhere in the distance. I walked empty-handed until I found a path leading into the forest. But what didn't make sense was the tall, rusty gate standing at the entrance. An old placard hung from it. NO TRESPASSING. Because of that, my eyes drifted toward another weatherworn sign hanging from a post by the roadside. I stared at it. Welcome to Noctherin. The name echoed with something ancient. "Why aren't you going inside yet?" I nearly jumped out of my skin at the voice behind me.

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.

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.

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.

Lyra belonged to the conclave of ancient witches, followers of the dark god Nocturnus, who had favored them in ancient wars before they discovered his true intentions. Nocturnus fed on corrupted souls, suffering, spilled blood, and chaos—a devoured of light. When the witches realized his purpose, they saw their minds were controlled, their bodies moving at the god’s will. Crying out for deliverance, they found themselves kneeling before their most powerful enemy, the Moon Goddess.

⸻ Dawn brought no sunlight. Only gray, leaden clouds pressing down upon the mountain peaks. By the time we stepped out to the entrance of the hall, we were already fully armored. Lucius had left for the eastern mines hours earlier. Kaelen waited in a simple gray cloak, leaning against his frozen staff. Noctis crouched upon a massive outcropping of rock. The dragon’s scales swallowed what little light remained, as though he had been shaped from the night itself. Zade stepped toward me.

--- Lucas’s POV (Later That Night) Lucas stood by the window in his room. The night was dark. The city lights flickered in the distance. He held a glass in his hand, but he had not taken a sip. His mind was restless. Too many thoughts. Too many voices. Valentina. Evelyn. Adriana. And somewhere deep inside… Naomi. He closed his eyes. Why now? Why did everything start coming back now? He opened his eyes again and looked at his reflection in the glass.

“Ahhh, fine! Fine! Whatever. If you don’t want to tell me who he is, just say so~” Nexus laughed, softer now, like wind chimes in the desert dusk. But then, he leaned in again, as though sharing the punchline of the universe. “He’s a powerful wolf spirit who will call himself Theo a few years from now.” All of a sudden, the world around her trembled—like an old filmstrip glitching between frames. Nexus’s warm, serene smile began to fade, like sunlight sinking into water. The shrine, the sky, the sand beneath her—all of it peeled away, pixel by pixel, memory by memory.

“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.

Lucas said slowly. "Hurry!" Forrest roared. "Hurry and bring senior back to get some rest." Then, there were men bringing Lucas to a room almost immediately. Upon entering the room, Lucas laid on the bed and slept throughout the night. … During the night, the sky was decorated with lots of stars and the moon was shining brightly. The clear moonlight shone through the glass window and over Lucas' face, and this made him reluctantly open his eyes. He sensed the location of the Apocalyptic Legion and noticed that the Apocalyptic Legion had successfully mingled into the troop of zombies. Currently, there were lots of zombie troops charging toward Nutty Thunder Base City.