Regis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

But I hadn't known they had flecks of gold that caught the light, or that they were actually quite large and striking without glasses shrinking them. "There you are," Celeste murmured, studying my reflection. "She was hiding in there the whole time." I couldn't stop staring. Liora, in my mind, was doing something I'd never felt before. Preening. Actually preening, like a wolf showing off its coat. This is us, she said. This has always been us. "Next stop," Celeste announced, handing me a card. "My friend owns a boutique three blocks away. Tell her I sent you. She'll take care of everything."

Rhydian's shoulder trembled from the impact. "He keeps getting stronger," Rhydian muttered. Seraphine looked toward the Creator. "There must be another way." "There is." The Creator slowly raised one hand. A single beam of white light descended from the heavens. It landed between Kael and Lucien. The light slowly formed into a mirror. It was old. Its silver frame was cracked. Its surface shimmered like water. Lucien froze. His expression changed instantly. "No." The Creator spoke softly. "Look."

He looked again at Rayden’s photo on his laptop screen and smiled slightly. “This boy does look like me,” Regis murmured, impressed. Regis’ eyebrows furrowed as he read Amora’s son’s bio. He smirked and muttered, “Let’s see how long you can play this game with me, Amora Lysander.”

“Yes. Because this is no longer just a valley. It is no longer just a gathering.” She looked around at all of them. “This is something new.” --- The wind moved gently through the clearing. The Moon began to rise. And for a moment, it felt as though the world itself was waiting. --- Kael stepped beside her. “What do we call it?” he asked. Lunaria closed her eyes briefly. She thought of Selene. Of the Council. Of war. Of the pup in her arms. Of everything that had led them here. Then she spoke. “We call it… The Concord.”

I could hear the wind whistling against the glass. "Divorce?" I laughed, a short, hysterical sound. "Silas, it’s our anniversary. I have news. I have—" "The High Oracle called me this afternoon," Silas interrupted, finally turning to look at me. His eyes were a flat, icy gray. No warmth. No regret. "The prophecy has been fulfilled. The True Mate has emerged. It’s Genevieve St. Cloud." My heart didn't just break; it shattered into a million jagged pieces. Genevieve. The Alpha daughter of the Midnight Sun pack. She was a warrior, a socialite, and Silas’s childhood crush. She was everything a Lycan King was supposed to have.

Chapter 3 Lucian's POV I let out a deep sigh after going through the contents of the letter in my hand. “How was the meeting with the other Alpha and the Council Elders?” I asked my Beta and best friend Freya, who looked at me and gave out a tired sigh of her own.

Thank you, Mr. Ahri and Henri jumped into the depth of the river and let the water drown them to nothingness. They empty their minds until a light appeared that made them blink their eyes. "Caelum tua: exaudi preces tibi ex animabus et cordibus. Et ne nos inducas in horologio Ahaz ad lumina regnis. Aliquando fuimus pars vestrum et videre gratia tua obsecro mi pater noster adhuc semel. (Thy heaven, hear thee pleading of souls and hearts. Lead us to the lights of the staircase of both realms. We were once part of you and we beg your graces to see our dear father once again.)"

he says darkly, he leaves my hand, he turns around towards Hera's dungeon but I run and stand in his way. I put my hand on his chest to stop him "You will not touch her, she's helping us" I say standing my ground, he pushes my hand away as if it burned his skin, I look at my hanging hand in shock. "She is ruining us" he puffs out an angry breath, and walks past me hurriedly. "Reject me Dominic! reject me now!" I scream behind him but he doesn't stop to answer. "I Celeste, the choosen Luna of the Red Moon pack reject....." My words are cut short as Dominic reaches to me in no time and pulls my hair, "SHUT UP!" He screams, his whole body shaking in anger.

I closed my eyes, trying to control my erratic breathing, making an effort to focus, and believing that he would be okay. “Ancestors, please, we need you.” I opened my eyes and felt the magic take hold of my body. A familiar silhouette in the form of light formed in front of me. It was my sister, so serene and radiant. “AGATHA!” I cried, watching Agatha smile gently as she raised her hands forward and chanted the spell: “With this word and intention, I call the power of light, Darkness dissipates as night yields to day. Luminatis Caeli, Aurea Lucida, Fulgoresolvo, I conjure now,

, Clovis admitted vulnerably. Lucas stormed out of the office, running into the woods, before he would tear this place apart. He needed air to breathe. His lungs burned with exertion as he finally came to a stop, his chest heaving with ragged breath. Lucas leaned against a tree, his mind swirling with a maelstrom of emotions. Anger, frustration, and betrayal roiled within him, threatening to consume him from the inside out. The weight of Clovis’ revelations bore down on Lucas like a leaden cloak, dragging him deeper into the depths of despair.