Noctis X Prompto Novels & Stories

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

Big bag alpha indeed. I stood looking out the large window in the main room drinking my coffee. I was watching the snow fall from the dark sky. I could hear people in the kitchen, which meant they were starting breakfast for everyone. A few flurries had begun to fall as I was falling asleep last night, but the storm must have hit full force sometime during the night. I am not sure what woke me this early but once I am awake, I cannot go back to sleep. I looked over my shoulder when I heard someone walk into the room. “Why are you up so early?” Niro asked.

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.

his face twisted into a crooked smile, his gaze became predatory, and he headed towards the castle in the window of which a light flickered faintly. Nocté moved away from the door and lay down on the bed: her hair was spread out on the bedspread, the hem of her fresh nightgown was pulled up to her knee. For a moment, it seemed to the girl that her fair skin shimmered with silver, as if she had regained her former scales, but it turned out to be only an insidious play of the flame in the fireplace.

She'd become so used to Nathan's nightly presence. Later, curled in bed, the distant howls sent a shiver through her. She pictured Nathan—his wolf form sleek and powerful, his paws pounding the earth. What does he look like? Her dreams answered. A black wolf, massive and dark as midnight, stood in the salt circle of her dream. It shouldn’t have been able to cross the line of salt—but it did, nuzzling her hip with a warmth that felt familiar. Rita woke with a gasp.

[That man's POV] It was a fine night in Nagosia forest. No wind blew, no rain fell, and the trees were still as if they’d just stepped out of another photograph. Only a few leaves drifted lazily through the air, and a chorus of crickets could be heard from all over.

Then, he propped his phone on the table and aimed his hips at the camera. I hesitated, but he was urging me on. Meanwhile, the young man under the piano was expertly stoking my desire. My resolve melted, and I freed my full, pale breasts from my top. The sight made Trevor's manhood instantly stand at attention. Under the piano, Samson looked up, his gaze fixed intently on the direct view of my soft mounds and peaked nipples. He moved forward as if to take one into his mouth. I gasped and quickly lifted the phone to make sure he was not in the shot.

*Nicoli* “So… this is Nochten,” Nicoli whispered, his breath barely stirring the cold air. He paused at the threshold, eyes sweeping across the grand lobby. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was certainly different from home. His gaze traveled upward, taking in the domed ceiling overhead, the polished stone walls that gleamed in the candlelight. Beneath his feet, a mosaic of a bat soaring toward the moon—Nochten’s national symbol—stood in sharp contrast against the pristine white stone. The palace lacked the excessive paintings and portraits he was used to. Instead of gold trim and plush fabric, there was only carved stone and painted walls. Even the flooring was a departure from what he

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.

It is six in the morning and I just woke up and my face is already warm and I am in a man's bed and he is looking at me like that and I have absolutely no defenses available at this hour, none, they are all offline, and I turn my face back toward him and he is right there, close, the silver eyes from very close, and I think that this is what it feels like to not be running. This specific warmth. This specific closeness. This man watching me sleep and saying a face that made it very difficult to go anywhere else like it is a simple true thing that required saying. "Thalrion," I say. "Yes." "What are we going to do about Noctyros?" I ask. He blinks. A very small blink. Like he was expecting a