Noctis Novels & Stories

Her back was rigid as if she was walking into battle and not just a date. I let my arm drop, tossing my keys to the valet before falling into step beside her. Selene’s eyes lifted to the sign above the entrance, letters cut in gleaming brass, washed in a golden glow: Noctis. The building stretched upward—entirely glass, pulled taut over sleek black frames. It was a two-storey building built on the quieter edge of town. She stared up at it and I was sure I didn’t imagine the awe on her face.

He followed Kelvin, who was now moving like a trained scout, masking his scent and trail—standard tracker tactics. But Knox was a Lycan. Ten times stronger than a wolf. Sharper in scent. Cleaner in step. Faster in speed. He tracked him easily—with Kai’s help. They arrived at a small clearing surrounded by trees. The beta stopped. Knox crouched low in the grass, completely silent. Kelvin looked like he was waiting for someone. And soon, someone came. A cloaked figure emerged from the shadows. His face was hidden, his scent unnatural—blended, masked, unreadable. Knox couldn’t tell if he was a rogue, a werewolf, or something else. The scent was only... woods. Pure forest.

Why is this wolf doing this to her? Following an uncontrollable impulse, she runs her fingers through his thick fur, feeling it, recognizing it. She loves how it feels. Everything is so soft and silky that she doesn't hesitate to bury her face in that wide, furry chest while closing her eyes and breathing deeply. In her wildest nightmares, she never imagined this could be possible. She didn't even know that there were packs that could transform whenever they wished. The Noctians can only do it on the night of a full moon, and their human counterparts cannot control their beasts on that night. She stays like this for a while, her body relaxing to the point that she snuggles once again between

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

Lucius squinted at one slab after the other. Porcius taunted him. “You won’t be able to read any of that etched markings.” “I know,” Lucius replied, not making eye contact with him. Porcius continued, “Ever see anything like that by the mouth of Ostia?” “No,” Lucius admitted. “Ah Ostia,” Porcius lamented like he loved the port to the sea. “The bottom end of the toilet bowl that is Mare Nostrum. That musta been fun growing up in that smelly place.”

My name was Adriana Browne, and I worked as a private piano tutor who would travel to students' homes. I was also a woman in my 30s, navigating the complexities of life and desire. My husband, Trevor Chambers, was great in bed. Even so, his age was starting to catch up with his stamina. He could no longer satisfy me the way he used to, and there was a quiet emptiness and longing that lingered in me. At first, the need only crept up on me at night. However, I gradually craved being intimate even during the day.

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

I speak into the phone. “Yeah, I need to see him before sunset… Thank you” I drop my phone on the table and let out a deep sigh. This better be good. “How long would it take you?” I ask the guy standing in front of me. He wasn’t what I was expecting at all. His muscular body did nothing to compliment his dreadlocks as they hung weirdly in different directions but his stoic expression since he got here sort of made him look like an angry teenager. “Three to four days to establish a clean kill, and an extra day to clear up our tracks, both leading to you and us” He states and I nod.

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and damp earth, a place buried deep beneath the city where no one could find them. Knight stood across from him, his eyes sharp and unblinking, like a predator that thrived in the night. They called him the nocturnal, the eye and wings of the covenant. He saw clear in the dark, adapted to it like it was his own skin, and he specialized in sniping at night — silent kills from rooftops, bullets that whispered death before anyone heard the echo.