Regis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

Even with his Alpha magic suppressed by the realm outside, his breathing steadied, and his posture relaxed in this absolute purity. Floating above the altar wasn't a tiara of gold and jewels. It was a slowly rotating nebula—half blinding solar flare, half bottomless void. The two forces intertwined in a delicate, mesmerizing dance, emitting a rhythmic pulse that felt like the heartbeat of the universe itself. The First Crown. "Go ahead, Mommy," Lucian whispered, letting go of my hand. His little face was filled with awe, recognizing the solar warmth radiating from the nebula.

“Starlight, it isn’t about what you want or don’t want. It’s about what we’ve already chosen. We bound ourselves to you. You’re not carrying this alone anymore.” My throat tightened until the words stuck there. I wanted to scream that they were wrong, that it was still me the Interregnum wanted to chain, to bleed, to control. That every strike, every betrayal, every whispered prophecy circled back to my blood. But the Sigil flared hotter, searing all four of us, and I felt them through it, Caelum’s rage, Lucien’s hunger, Elias’s steady fire. None of them flinched. None of them doubted. And gods help me, part of me softened into it.

The air in the dreamscape fractured like glass under pressure. Astra lay unconscious, her body glowing faintly beneath the surface of violet mist. Seraphina stood frozen, her pulse loud in her ears, eyes fixed on the man emerging from the shadows. Not a man—something older. Something ancient. Lucan’s voice dropped into a gravelled whisper. “Caelum.” Caelum’s obsidian wings dragged behind him like the shadow of a falling star. He was taller than Lucan, darker in aura, with silver-threaded black hair that coiled like smoke around his face. His eyes—glowing crimson—never left Seraphina.

“I trust you. And when you return, free and unbound, we fight for what’s ours.” He leaned down and kissed her then, desperate and conflicted, as though trying to anchor himself to something solid. She kissed him back eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck, sealing the promise with heat and breath. Above them, the moon slid behind a veil of cloud. From the highest balcony of the Greymoon keep, Alpha Lucien watched the training yard in silence. He had not missed the sight of his son and the omega slipping away into the shadows. He missed very little these days. Years of rule had honed his instincts into something sharp and unforgiving.

“Our child would carry both our strengths — your courage and steel, my resilience and the ancient light. The realm would finally see our bond as its greatest blessing.” Lucien’s breath hitched. He pulled Caelan into a deep, reverent kiss — slow and profound, filled with the weight of the choice they were making. Their mouths moved together with tender hunger, hands sliding beneath silk and fabric until the robes slipped away, leaving them bare under the moonlight.

"A legitimate claim to the throne by Princess Khalifa would be that signal." "Which I am never going to make." "Faris doesn't need you to make it publicly," Louis said. "He needs a letter. A document with your seal. Something he can put in front of Balik as confirmation." "He's been forging my correspondence already. Why does he need me?" "He needs something Balik can verify." Louis looked at me. "He needs the Mark of the Warrior Moon." The room went quiet. "Explain," I said.

I frantically want revenge…but I’ll take it in a legal way so just watch for me doing it right here and right now! …….. Lukretus, standing with Canditia in front of me… although I hated it…I greeted them He’s smiling…look at him…so satisfied that I am bowing to them… How did you even fall for this bastard…answer me Satiana! “Jerk” is written on his face in red and underlined!

He motion the other to attack them, but a light comes out in between that scattered along the surface of the woods. “Stay where you are… Keep preaching.” Cordelia stated. “Audi Lunae dea carmen meum. Malus creatura dormiat in tenebris rt proiicat ea. In globo lucis requelescant.” (Goddess of the moon, hear my spell. Let the evil creature sleep in darkness and cast them away.Let them rest in a ball of light.) Lazarus could not believe what he saw. Her kin fell to the ground and lost consciousness and deeply asleep. The lights that wrapped around their body suddenly appeared in his sight.

PART 1: Elias and Amy Elias The true mate ceremony that I'm supposed to be a part of has almost begun by the time I make my way to the clearing. The light of the impending full moon guides me until I set eyes on the bonfire, but with every step I take, I hesitate. I know that once I step forward into the ring of firelight, there'll be no going back.

Blood stopped rushing to his legs and his feet left the floor. “Who is she?!” Celeste yelled, her sky blue orbs flaring bright neon blue as she squeezed his neck like it was a stress toy. Lucian chuckled but said nothing earning a frustrated sound from Celeste as she flung him to the table, not caring if his weight broke it but Lucian caught himself just in time, sticky feet grabbing onto the floor strong enough to steady him and save the already fragile table a brutal death. The slippery skin of the reptilian like creature he had transformed to last minute retracted as he retook his place on the table. “If you’re done with your pissy fit…” he poked, laughing when she growled like a wild ani