Noctis Lucis Novels & Stories

“NOOOOO!!!” There was a desperate pained scream from upstairs somewhere. Horis knew that she was gone. A huge crash was heard from the other side of the fireplace and Marco left the room to investigate, keeping low as he went. A few moments later he came in half carrying Horis. His arm was clearly broken. Marco grabbed the kitchen towels that were hanging on the front of the stove handle and then opened a drawer and pulled out two long handled wooden spoons. “This is going to hurt old friend.” Horis did not seem to hear him. His eyes were locked on the body of his mate laying on the floor. Lyle had taken off his sweatshirt and covered her face with it. As Marco moved back toward Horis there

"If what you are saying is true... help us. Help us stop him from breaking through." Noctis closed his eyes tightly. "I wish it were that simple, Killian." When he opened them again, the crimson glow within his irises had intensified violently. "Every single moment I remain outside the void, Nyxar gains more absolute control over my mind. I don't have much time left." He reached quickly into his black cloak and threw a small, shimmering silver crystal toward Aiden. Leo leaped up and caught it cleanly in his jaws. It pulsed with a deeply familiar, warm moonlight.

He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat. "I have to go," Lucien announces. He closes his grimoire and packs it into his leather satchel. "Can you clear my dishes, please?" "Of course," TJ says. "Thank you, TJ," Lucien presses a kiss to his forehead. "See you tonight," he murmurs and strides out. Oh. My. God. Lucien is Lord Noctis Vale. This is probably what he's been scribbling every night. He's been writing dark vampiric erotica. Really good erotica. How fucking hot is that?

Good night notebook. Love, Yours truly. I closed the notebook and locked it. If any one got hold of this notebook, it could basically reveal my entire secret. The key was chained to my neck as a necklace. So it's like a key necklace. It was my treasure. I slipped into the soft sheets and dozed off. And you know what time was it? Only 2 in the afternoon. 1 hour later.. *Knock knock* *Snores* *Knock knock.* *Snores *

He blurted in a daze, "Ms. Loden…" "You're not worthy of being my student," Nerissa said with a scoff. The next second, he was tossed off the Godfall Platform like a piece of trash. His face turned completely pale. All he felt was immense fear and regret. Even as a beast, he would rank lower than the animals themselves. … After many days of recovery, Noctis and I finally felt somewhat better once the Cosmic Tree stakes were removed. To help my body recover faster, Isolde went to the forbidden grounds of the Novem Skies every day to pick fruit from the Cosmic Tree and bring it back.

The ground beneath it shook as it passed, everything in its path bending under its force. It was destruction… direct and unavoidable. Lucien didn’t move. His head remained tilted. His gaze locked onto hers. Then… He moved, barely. A single hand rising slowly… almost lazily. There was no urgency, no tension. Not even a sign that he even acknowledged the threat rushing toward him. And through it all… His eyes never left hers. His lips parted. And when he spoke, it wasn’t in any language known to man. “Solvaris… Nocthra Vey.”

Something else had answered her. Something ancient. Something that should not be moving. And from deep inside Nightfall territory— a distant silver glow flickered faintly through the trees. Ronan turned sharply toward it. His expression changed instantly. “…No.” Lucien followed his gaze. And for the first time since arriving— his control cracked slightly. Because he saw it too. Light. Beneath the ground. Alive. And somewhere far below it— Althea was no longer alone.

THE PREVIOUS NIGHT “Lie down and close your eyes” Oneiros instructed and Julia did as she was told, her fingers clasped together in fear. Oneiros reached for Julia’s hand and placed her right palm on the folded fingers right above her tummy and began to mutter; “Luna lucebit in semitam tenet Cogitationes nostrae coniunguntur Lux corda nostra illuminabit Cogitationes nostrae coniunguntur Pateant fores votorum

Nathan Nathan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his fingers drumming restlessly against his chest. The witch. The one he’d seen in the window last night. Even with her light off, his night vision had captured every detail—the curve of her cheek, the defiant tilt of her chin, the way her fingers had lingered on the curtain before yanking it shut. He needed to find her. It wasn’t just curiosity. It was something deeper, something primal. His wolf had howled the moment he caught her scent on the breeze, and now? Now it wouldn’t shut up.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.