Noctis Lucis Novels & Stories

Kai resisted the urge to throw the report at his beta’s head. Lucien stepped inside, crossing his arms. “Another sighting?” “Yes.” Kai tossed the parchment across the table. “Northern ridge. A hunter claimed he saw a ‘column of pale light’ rising from the rocks.” Lucien skimmed the report. “Could be rogue Moonbreathers.” “That’s what the scouts think,” Kai said quietly. “But something’s off.” “Off how?” Kai didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t want to say it out loud. Didn’t want to admit how the very phrase moonlight sighting carved through him.

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.

Felicia The next night when Gregor left for the night I stayed up. I sat in the dark by the window and waited. The moon was nearly full and the night was clear, so I could see the valley floor well. I wanted another glimpse at the red wolf or any of his companions. But the night was silent except for the insects that chirped in the grass and the trees. The moon wasps were out, trying to harvest as much nectar as possible before winter. Their bioluminescent blue glow blinked off and on throughout the undergrowth. Several night-blooming flowers grew in the valley. Fallen Stars with their abundant fire red petals, Midnight Violets whose black petals were a warning not to eat them, they would ki

Stone as they waited for her to go on. "The results show that Artemis ingested a large amount of 'Nocturnis'. It's a neurotoxin that blocks the optic synapses. Her ocular structures are intact - It's a reversible blockade," she smiled. Diana's shoulders relaxed, Ace sighed in relief, and Lillian started to sob, hearing the news, Rei rubbing gentle circles on her back in an attempt to soothe her. "Since it's reversible...Would the tears of a divine being recover her sight?" Diana asked with a serious face.

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.

“Then I do need you to start dropping hints. Don’t get me wrong, I’d never say no to a big diamond, but let’s cap the center stone at five carats.” “That’s still huge.” “That’s what she said,” Nicole says, and we all laugh. I turn onto a busy road and smile once more. I really do have the best friends in the whole damn world. * Ice clinks against the side of my glass, and I wave my hand in front of my face, shooing away gnats. Kristy, Naomi, and Nicole left about an hour ago, and Lucas is still sleeping. He left to get the footage for me once I was asleep, and didn’t return to the house until right before sunrise. After losing blood and then not taking any more in, he’s going to sleep probab

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Till the first rays of dawn crept into Lune's room, filtering through the curtains and casting a soft golden glow, she slowly stirred from her sleep. The events of the previous night flooded back into her mind like a tide rushing in—each detail as vivid as the sunlight illuminating her surroundings. She blinked at the ceiling, the familiarity of her room contrasting sharply with the surreal revelations she had received.

“And you’d know the one about warriors. Seems fitting.” Her gaze shifted to him, catching the faintest softness in his features as he stared upward. It was rare, this quiet Lucian, stripped of sharpness and power. Here, he was just a man lying beside her under the stars, vulnerable in the silence. “What about that one?” she asked, pointing toward a faint cluster glowing just above the horizon. Lucian leaned closer, his breath brushing her cheek. “The Pleiades. The Seven Sisters.” “Seven?” Isla frowned lightly. “I only see six.”