Noctis Novels & Stories

The Hunt Begins III It was still late at night, the moon, a thin crescent casting a ghostly pallor over the silent city streets. Claud moved with effortless stealth, his steps silent as he navigated the labyrinth of rooftops and fire escapes. His senses heightened, attuned to every sound and scent that whispered through the urban landscape. The air carried the faintest hint of impending rain, mingling with the sharp tang of metal and concrete.

He heard her talking to her mother while he was hiding behind the window sill. “A rose and a viper.” Damon enunciated, narrowing his gaze to Walsh. “Who’s crest is it?” “Nemesis.” It wasn’t a name, and it annoyed him more. He has a lot of names on his list that fall into that category. It would take him forever to sift them one by one. “Burson.” Walsh suddenly added, finally in his conceding voice. The pain was becoming intolerable, and he was bleeding between his legs profusely. Only a thread of skin holding his entire balls.

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

She looked cheerful in her pink sleeveless top and white leggings. "If this is truly an act of war against what TMC stands for, then how long would it be before this academy is also attacked?" I asked her rhetorically, leaning against the window frame, and looking out the window at the dark sky, splattered with tiny stars, and designed by two full moons. A nightdiver flew right past my window, followed by two more. They were bird-like creatures that were often seen diving in the air, although they possessed long pointed ears and sharp teeth. They were nocturnal creatures that fed on smaller animals like Mistrats.

Gratitude swells within him, knowing that this moment of vulnerability had been contained within the trusted circle of his hopeful mates. After the intense events of the night, Naida retired to their shared tent, seeking solace and rest. Meanwhile, Tritan and Finrir concluded their watch shift without coment, each lost in their own thoughts. As the soft hues of the waystick transformed into a subtle shade of purple, indicating the passing of an hour past midnight, they roused Lucious and Markous to take over the next watch shift.

Preparations are underway, I mentioned how this was basically my favorite holiday over and over again to Luke. Noctis Selenist, Noctis for short is a primal festival done to honor the wolf spirit and release power from the moon back into the werewolves. On Noctis emotions run high and the wolves are their most one with nature, giving into their primal instincts which means, hunts, ritauals, rites of passage and a lot of eating and drinking.

I had to squeeze his ass to keep him from toppling us both over. Okay, this wasn't going to work if he kept running from me. "Relax, Midnight," I gave him a firm squeeze. "I just want to get to know you is all." Contrary to what Noelle would later guess, Midnight's cock was not made of fire. But it was unusual. The head of his cock was pointed, not as much as a lycan or any of the canine shifters, but more so draconic. Arrow-shaped, with three layered ridges before we got to the foreskin, and a lovely shade of blue. The color graded up the shaft, going from a winter's sky to the dark gray of a Drow, similar to the skin on his belly and thighs. The shaft itself was thick, ridged in elvish sca

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

He made a show of stretching, raising his arms above his head and cracking his neck. Nox looked between the two of us, his jaw rigid and lips pursed. Rather than say what was actually on his mind, he grunted, “Lets go,” and ushered us to the door. Primrose City Hall was a ten-minute drive away from the hotel, a straight shot through the heart of town, bypassing everything I had once loved about this place. The Midnight Fall’s pack was one of the three oldest packs in existence. A single stroll through town and you’d be able to tell. If you paid attention, that is.

*He's here, Aiden. From behind the massive trunk of the Moon Tree, a lone figure wrapped in a simple black cloak stepped into the light. He possessed no massive wings and wore no heavy armor, carrying himself with a calm, serene smile. He slowly reached up and removed his dark hood. His face looked incredibly young, almost kind, but his deep crimson eyes held an endless, bottomless darkness. The stranger bowed politely to the young prince. "Prince Aiden. My name..." his smile widened, cold and empty, "...is Noctis."