Noctis Lucis Novels & Stories

His face is tight with pain, but his eyes—his impossibly bright, steel-blue eyes—lock onto mine. “Elora,” he whispers, “don’t let go of him. Not for a second.” I tighten my grip on Milo as if my bones depend on it. He trembles like a leaf in a blizzard. Lucien stands slowly. The blue light expands, revealing Noelle a few feet away—still smiling, but the glow makes her skin shimmer unnaturally, like she’s painted in frost. She pouts at Lucien.“You were supposed to stay down.” He wipes blood from his nose.“Yeah, well… I’m bad at listening.”

A goddess carved in grace and fire. “Nora,” he breathed as their eyes locked. “She cleans up well,” Lucian muttered. “Though I’m clearly not the only one who noticed.” He tilted his glass toward the men, openly staring. Noah’s jaw tightened. Then Lucian leaned closer. “If I were you, I’d move fast... tonight might be the night you lose her for good.” Noah sucked in a breath, pulled back, and shot him a glare. “You didn’t need to tell me that.”

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

Not Kael, not the man who begged the stars for mercy. Something else. Something older. Armor of living shadow plates itself over my skin, pulsing with veins of starlight black as pitch. My eyes burn—not with flame, but with the endless night between worlds. And in my hand, called from nothing, sleeps the blade I thought I’d drowned in blood and chains: Noctis. The world-breaker. The end-song of kings. I lift it, and the void hums like a beast that’s tasted blood. Above, somewhere far beyond this prison of dark, the stars tremble.

I began to calm down, but I kept my eyes on the Lycans. “My dark Luna it is fine. Those are Calan and Mikal. They will not hurt you.” Ruari whispered in my ear. I went to turn my head to look at him but let out a screech when I happened to catch Peadar and Oisin shifting. While they are in good shape, especially Oisin for being the age he is, I did not need to see their blindly white asses. I turned in Ruari’s arms, burying my face in his chest.

Gratitude swells within him, knowing that this moment of vulnerability had been contained within the trusted circle of his hopeful mates. After the intense events of the night, Naida retired to their shared tent, seeking solace and rest. Meanwhile, Tritan and Finrir concluded their watch shift without coment, each lost in their own thoughts. As the soft hues of the waystick transformed into a subtle shade of purple, indicating the passing of an hour past midnight, they roused Lucious and Markous to take over the next watch shift.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of hunger and calculation as he loomed over Noah, who lay bound and naked on the bed. Lucien turned him over so he's laying on his back; Noah’s body was a canvas of tension, every muscle coiled like a spring, his breath shallow and rapid. His skin, pale and unmarked, seemed to glow in the flickering candlelight, a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded him. His eyes, wide and fearful yet curious and stubborn, met Lucien’s for a fleeting moment before dropping to the bed, as if he couldn’t bear the weight of that gaze any longer.

He explained. Lucius sniffed the air around us and growled. “Yeah, a cancer hybrid, indeed. With arms and legs to be precise,” he spat the words through gritted teeth. I tilted my head to look at him and raised an eyebrow, expecting an explanation. “The nightbloom plant. Poor guy reeks of it. In small doses, for humans, it helps with insomnia. But only for humans. For us, supernaturals, it is deathly. It’s a hybrid of wolfsbane with a less prominent scent and is pretty hard to find. In fact, I don’t think it can be found anywhere in the area so it has to be imported.” Lucius explained, keeping his eyes glued to the gaping Alpha.

"Let us not forget why we fear his name. Speak of replacing him again, Mephista, and you will discover firsthand the fate of those who betray him." The council sat in stunned silence, cowed by the power in his words. No one dared speak again of a new ruler, yet the question lingered in the room like a poisonous fog. ******* (ERO'S MANSION) Lucifer stood at the balcony watching the stars, their light dulled by the weight of his presence. He gazed out at the mortal world, a realm so fragile compared to the infernal depths of Hell. His eyes, once pools of unyielding fire, now held a flicker of something softer-something mortal. He traced his fingers along the edges of an old photograph, its edg

When he dropped her off, she stepped out quickly, said a quick goodbye and sashayed off to her apartment. Lucian groaned and pulled his hands over his face as he rested his head on the steering wheel. Things would go wrong. He could taste it. It wasn't going to be nice at all. When he got home, it was past ten and the estate had gone to sleep save for the security guards and other people who had important tasks to perform at night. The pack members called them the nocturnal. They greeted him with a bow and went about their businesses. Suddenly, Lucian wanted to be as nice as Felix and not the asshole type. Heck, everyone he'd come across this night greeted him and distanced themselves. Lucia