Regis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

I stayed close to Lucious, our hands still linked, drawing comfort from each other's presence. "Are you sure about this?" I asked him quietly. "We could find another way..." "There is no other way," he interrupted gently. "Not in the time we have. I can feel it, Seraphina, something inside me responding to the moonrise. Whatever they put in me is... awakening." I nodded, understanding his fear all too well. I'd felt similar stirrings when Diamond first began to emerge, that sense of something powerful and unknown rising within. The Priestess approached us, her white robes now adorned with silver symbols that caught the light as she moved. "Lucious must disrobe to the waist," she instructed.

"You are far from your home. I do not remember inviting you to the High Peaks." Lucius laughed, a sharp sound. "My father, the King, thought this was an occasion. We would not want the High Peaks to fall into our hands." He stepped closer ignoring Jaxon's growl. He leaned in his scent overpowering the mountain air. "I heard you had some trouble with an Alpha " Lucius whispered, loud enough for my brothers to hear. "A man named Caspian. It makes one wonder if the Celestial line has grown weak." I felt the Aether in my blood react. The ground beneath Lucius's boots started to frost over the temperature dropping fast.

Alpha Hercule wants to invite her to the digital room, but he knows too well that it’s not possible her magic will trigger the alarm. “There,” he motioned to the small room at the opposite end of the hallway. Inside, Gertrude covered the room with her magic muffling all their sound from outside, and explained to him everything Vesper relayed to her. “Hercule, What is ~Project Regen~?” She asks curiously. Alpha Hercule’s face paled instantly as if all the color drained out of his body. He ignored her question and said in a trembling hand, “The Citadel Headquarters needs to know about this.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

His towering form loomed above her, a monstrous god of endless night. “You cannot win here, little Luna,” he hissed. “This realm is mine. Your light will fade, as all light must.” Iris clenched her jaw, holding her ground. “If my light fades, I’ll drag you into the ashes with me.” Scene 1: Caelum’s Cry The crystal prison holding Caelum floated between them. Inside, her son’s eyes glimmered—one golden like hers, the other now deep black. “Help me, Mama,” he whimpered, pressing tiny hands to the glass.

The weight of authority has transferred, leaving her appearing simultaneously lighter and diminished. Lucian stands with Lior at dawn on Drevalon's highest tower, watching the twin moons set as sun rises to replace them. The mate bond hums with shared exhaustion and cautious hope for what comes next. "Two moons rise," Lucian whispers, the words feeling like prophecy and promise simultaneously. "One gold, one red. Our world begins again." At dawn, Lucian whispers, "Two moons rise—one gold, one red. Our world begins again."

She opened it discreetly, and the words were brief, sharp, and immediate: “Run before the blood moon rises.” Her heart lurched. The blood moon was only hours away, a celestial alignment tied to magic, heightened abilities, and the very pulse of Caelus. Whoever had sent this note had power, foresight, or both. Her instincts screamed, Caelus growling beneath the surface, claws itching for release. Lucien noticed her stiffening immediately, eyes narrowing as he read her expression. “What is it?” he asked, his voice a growl beneath the mask, edged with danger.

Lyle did anything else strange happen to you recently?" She looked at him and watched his expression. "You mean besides all the unusual things that you can do that I have experienced. No, not that I can think of." Amaris bit her lip and nodded. "What is it that you are not telling me Amaris?" Lyle gave her a quick look. His face was very serious. Amaris took a deep breath. "I figured out how my powers work Lyle. That is what the whole thing with Alexis was about." She stopped there for a minute. Lyle looked at her waiting for more. When nothing else came, "I figured that from your statement back there." He said without looking at her. Amaris continued on. "I believe our tempo

Anger bubbled up inside me and my eyes for the first time had turned white as I looked up to the sky and chanted a strong spell, attracting the clouds. Hyacintho caelum, griseo nubibus. Potestatem dimittere lucem, et lux in tenebris repo est. Malum quod in illis animalibus necesse est esse distractiones et nunc date mihi potestatem, ad extremum spiritum suum praestare. (Blue sky, grey clouds. Release the power of the light, and let it sneak through the dark. The evil within these animals, need to be ripped apart, so now give me the power to perform their final breath.)

It may sound like I was only joking, but I was telling the truth. Soleil placed medicinal herbs on my wound, and then wrapped it with a bandage. “Was it because Alpha Claudius came from Regulus, and you had the traditional Regulus mating ceremony?” She asked curiously. “I was caught off-guard and felt scared when I got to know how lycans in the Regulus do their mating ceremony.” I moved my head to her. Soleil remained silent, all ears on me. “But it wasn't so bad. This ceremony feels way more intimate.”