Regis Lucis Caelum Novels & Stories

Lucius leaned forward and pecked my lips before he took my hand, guiding me to face the crowd of demons below us. "Kalmerus! Athwart! Tibi offero, Regina tua! Regina Patrea Kalmeri et Athwart!" [Kalmerus! Athwart! I present to you, your Queen! Queen Patrea of Kalmerus and Athwart!] He said it in a booming voice that echoed throughout the whole land.

Under the waves of red silk from her gown his hand found hers and he gripped it like a man dying of thirst would a goblet of water. From across the room Cedric's eyes were sharp, but he made no move against them. Lucien's body ached with the reminder of Cedric's righteous fury. Each breath, each twist of his body was a reminder of the animosity that had stolen Cedric's friendship from him like a cruel thief. It was agony, this choice which was no choice at all. "Here, Lucien. This is for you," Horatia said in a breathless voice. She looked as though she feared it would not be to his liking. Lucien smiled at her, thankful for the distraction as he took the package and opened it. In his lap he

In his penthouse that night, Lucian pours himself a drink. He doesn't check his phone. He doesn't call Elias. He doesn't move. Only his reflection in the window betrays the truth ...a flicker of pain that tightens his chest, then fades beneath the weight of his pride. He whispers into the quiet, "Caelum will find you… not me." Then he raises the glass to his lips, drinks deeply, and drowns the last piece of himself that still wanted to care. ----- Caliste stirred weakly in the cold chair, wrists bound, head throbbing from the blow she'd received. Her vision blurred before it cleared just enough to see the outline of grimy walls and the shadow of two men standing near the door.

Always Lucien. My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, nails digging into my palms. "We have no choice. They are both hurting my father. The more time passes, the weaker he gets. They need to make sacrifices, just as he has. If we don’t act now, it will be too late, and I—" My voice faltered, just for a moment. "I can’t lose him too." Calum nodded. Marty as well. But Azriel? He merely studied me, his gaze sharp, unreadable. Like he was dissecting my words, searching for something beneath them.

She was full of smiles and it seemed at that moment, the picture was taken on the most happiest day of her life. Her picture was carefully positioned above others with everything else leading back to her. On the top of it all was the word: REVENGE. Vespera stared for a minute and raised, her hand, touching Lorna's face. Her gaze darkened and her face turned pale. "I have been playing low for weeks now, Lorna. I can't be patient anymore. It's time to unleash what I am made of. I have to find who hated you this much to your point of death and I need to make them suffer." These words dropped like poison as her eyes moved from one person to the other in anger.

Celeste began to chant, and my mother quickly joined her. “Mater dea supra, Regina noctis Auxilium somnum in vestri sanitatem lucem Raquiem somnum ad eum Relaxat corpus et animo sit liber Dona ei pacem et tranquillitas sicut dormit Suscit in deam calidum lux” (Mother goddess above, queen of the night, help him sleep in your healing light, Restful sleep comes to him, relax his body and let his mind be free, grant him peace and calm his mind as he sleeps, let him wake in your goddess warm light).

In nomine sapientiae, claritas subveni, Lux in tenebris, cogitationes repugnant. Per viam obscuram, lux splendescit, Veritas efflorescit, confusionem regredit. Through veils of time, let clarity emerge, Ancient wisdom is unlocked, secrets converge. Emerge from shadows, mysteries untold, In this sacred union, clarity takes hold. Clara lux, fulgentia signa, Dissolve the fog, our minds enshrined. Emerge, truth's beacon, in this sacred dance,

Its form shimmered, shifting between beast and spirit, eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The deity’s influence hummed louder, almost deafening now, and I knew: This was what the prophecy had warned about. This was the force that would decide the fate of Silverclaw. Lycus laughed, drunk on the chaos. “You’ve doomed us all, Luna. The end begins now.”

Meanwhile, at the tomb-raising ceremony, after several big-name figures arrived and greeted Registus, almost everyone who should have been there had gathered. Registus gestured to the host, Maximus Donovan, who immediately stood on the platform. Everyone understood that the ceremony was about to begin and fell silent. “Ladies and gentlemen...” Maximus looked at all the people below and spoke slowly with sorrow and grief. “When the heavens are unfavorable, the sun and moon lose their light. When the earth is unfavorable, grass and trees fail to grow. “The respected elder of Florence’s emperor tragically fell from a cliff and passed away. This is the sorrow of the heavens, the grief of the ear

“In the stillness of the night, In the distance, there’s a light. The horizon’s brightly shining Its luminous glow blinding Why's the sun shining so bright? Because it is with all its might, Trying to conceal Del Cealus from us, But I’ll soon be there to set the people free As long as the sunlight never dims. I will now sail through the sky; Soon Del Cealus shall be found And be brought down from up high I’m taking along with me My father’s determined mind, While watching over me Are my Mother’s sweet bright eyes The day will come when bloodshed ends And humans no longer offend. The sky’s now open, ever so proud; Awaiting your flight in the clouds Glide above; land quick and sly To reach the