Novels by Divine Lucifer

Elliott’s POVThe sunlight falls softly across the terrace, warm and forgiving. I sip my coffee, the taste bitter but grounding, as I watch Luca in the garden. His hands are covered in paint, a smear on his cheek, and he looks up, catching my gaze with that same spark I thought I’d lost forever.Months have passed since we found each other again. The scars of the past—the lies, the silence, the months apart—still linger, but they no longer weigh us down. Instead, they remind me of how fragile love can be and how fiercely worth fighting for.I set my cup down and step toward him. He doesn’t look surprised; he never does when I appear out of nowhere. That’s our rhythm now, unspoken but understood. I reach for his hand, feeling the warmth spread through me, anchoring me to this moment.“You’ve been busy,” I tease gently, nodding at the splashes of color across his shirt.He laughs, a sound I never want to forget. “Someone has to bring beauty into the world. Even if it’s just one brushstr

Elliott’s POVThe studio smells of paint and wood, the faint tang of turpentine lingering in the air.I step inside, heart hammering. He’s there, just as I imagined him in the countless nights I spent wondering, pacing, and questioning every choice I made.He stands by the large canvas, sleeves rolled up, hands smudged with colors that tell a story only he can read.“I thought you’d disappeared again,” I say, my voice rough, uneven.He turns slowly, eyes scanning mine, calm but sharp, the fire I’ve missed for months flickering in them.“I never disappeared,” he says quietly, “you just stopped looking.”I swallow hard. Words fail me. Months of anger, regret, guilt, and longing are tangled into one impossible knot. I take a step closer.“I was ready to give up,” I confess. “Ready to let you go. To walk away.”His lips twitch in the hint of a smile, small but warming. “And yet here you are.”I glance around the studio, feeling the weight of all the months—the lies, the silence, the dista

Luca’s POVI saw him before I realized I was holding my breath. Elliott. Standing there, distant yet painfully familiar. My chest tightened, a mix of anger, longing, and disbelief twisting together. After months of running, of hiding, of convincing myself I was done, here he was.He didn’t approach. Not yet. Just standing, watching, waiting. That old, stubborn pride of his, the one I used to curse, was still there. And I hated it. And I loved it. Every part of him still held me captive, even after all this time.I remembered the lies, the jail, the silence, the betrayal I had believed for so long. And yet, seeing him now, I felt the old ache resurface. It was the same one that had haunted me in my quiet nights, the one that refused to be buried by success or distance.He took a step closer, cautious, measured. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the world stopped. Every doubt, every plan, every carefully constructed wall crumbled. I realized then that no matter how much I trie

Elliott’s POVI saw him before he noticed me, standing among the crowd at the gallery. Luca. Alive, real, untouchable. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. Months of searching, of silence, of regret—all converged in that single instant.He hadn’t seen me yet. He laughed with someone, but the lines of his face, the tilt of his head, everything screamed that he was the same man who had haunted my dreams. I felt both joy and fear, hope and dread, all at once.I wanted to run to him, to close the distance, to tell him everything. But my legs felt rooted, my body betraying my intentions. Pride, fear, and love tangled in a knot too tight to undo. What if he hated me? What if the past couldn’t be undone?The memories came unbidden—the jail cell, the lies, the betrayal, the letters, the nights I had spent imagining this exact moment. Pain. Regret. And beneath it all, a deep, undeniable longing that refused to be silenced.I moved slightly, just enough to let him catch si

Luca’s POVI watched him from across the gallery, my pulse quickening without permission. Elliott. Alive, real, standing there, and yet somehow distant. So many months had passed, yet seeing him now brought back everything I had tried to bury. Anger, longing, regret—all tangled in a knot too tight to undo.He didn’t move at first, just observed me like he was measuring how much of me remained. I stiffened, unsure if I should approach or retreat. My pride, my scars, my carefully built walls, they all threatened to push him away before he could even speak.The room felt smaller, tighter, as though the space between us existed only to torture me. Every laugh he had once drawn from me, every word we’d shared, now seemed like an echo in the walls. And yet, the ache in my chest told me he hadn’t been gone at all.I could feel his gaze linger, heavy and searching. I hated that it still affected me, hated that a single look could unravel the composure I had fought to maintain. Yet here he wa

Elliott’s POVThe city felt different tonight, quieter somehow, yet my mind screamed in chaos. I walked the streets without direction, letting the cold wind hit my face, hoping it would clear the fog clouding my thoughts. Luca. His name haunted me, more alive than ever. Every memory, every stolen moment, replayed relentlessly in my mind.I had spent months trying to forget him, convincing myself that distance, silence, and duty would heal the ache inside me. But the truth was unavoidable. I loved him. Always had. Always would. And the thought of him existing somewhere, living and thriving without me, burned more than any betrayal could.Work had become unbearable. My hands shook when I signed papers, and my mind wandered during meetings. Cecilia was distant, preoccupied, and so was I. Nothing mattered—no business deal, no press event, no obligations—except finding him, understanding him, maybe even convincing him I was worth another chance.Every café I passed, every street corner, e

Day two before Marcus's deadline brought a surprise. Alpha Erik from Northern Frost arrived unannounced. No delegation this time. Just him and two guards. "Erik," Jasmina said, meeting him at the gates. "I wasn't expecting you for another month." "Plans changed." He looked older than last time. Tired. "We need to talk. Privately." They went to her office. No witnesses except Lyanna, who Erik seemed to accept without complaint. "Marcus Greythorn visited Northern Frost last week," Erik said without preamble. "Tried to recruit us for his war against you." Jasmina's stomach dropped. "And?" "I told him no." Erik sat heavily. "Told him his vendetta against female leadership was his problem, not mine. That Northern Frost doesn't fight other packs' battles." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. I'm not fighting with you either. I'm staying neutra

Day three before the deadline, Lyanna woke Jasmina before dawn."Today we test combat," Lyanna said. "Real fighting. Real threats. See if you can keep the baby calm while someone's actually trying to hurt you.""Who's stupid enough to attack a pregnant Alpha?""Me."They went to the private training room. Small space. Padded floors. No windows."Rules," Lyanna said. "I attack. You defend without letting the baby surge. We start slow. Build intensity.""What if I can't control it?""Then I get thrown into a wall and we try again." Lyanna stretched. "Ready?""No.""Good. Fear is honest."Lyanna attacked.Not hard. Just a simple punch. Telegraphed. Easy to dodge.Jasmina moved. Avoided it. The baby kicked but didn't surge."Again."They went back and forth. Lyanna increasing speed gradually. Adding complexity.For ten minutes, Jasmina held control.

Day four before Marcus's deadline, Jasmina woke to chaos. Someone had vandalized the east wing. The section where Elara and her women stayed. Graffiti on the walls. Crude drawings. Words like "traitors" and "whores" and "go back to exile." Elara stood in the corridor looking at the damage. Her face was blank. Too blank. "Who did this?" Jasmina asked. "Don't know. Don't care." Elara's voice was flat. "We've seen worse." "This is unacceptable. I'll find who did it. Punish them." "And then what? They'll just be angrier. Do worse next time." Elara turned to her. "We told you. Some of us said this would happen. That the pack would never accept us back." "The pack will accept you. The ones who did this are cowards. Minority." "Maybe. But they're loud cowards. And loud minorities are dangerous." Jasmina called Jetstar immediately. "Get everyo

Jasmina woke up at dawn with a plan, six days to prove herself to Marcus. Six days before he came back with threats or worse. She couldn't waste time. Lyanna was already in the training yard when Jasmina arrived. The older woman looked tired but determined. "We're doing this differently," Lyanna said without preamble. "No more trying to suppress the baby's magic. That's impossible. We work with it instead." "How?" "By understanding what triggers it. When does the baby surge?" Jasmina thought about it. "When I'm stressed. Threatened. Angry." "So emotional spikes. The baby responds to your feelings." Lyanna started pacing. "We can't eliminate stress. You're Alpha during a crisis. Stress is constant. But we can manage how you respond to it." "You want me to meditate while Alphas threaten war?" "I want you to control your reactions so the baby doesn't fe

Theo returned five days after leaving for the Sisters' Haven.Not alone.Twenty-one wolves traveled with him. All female. All watching the Strong Black Clan territory with wary eyes.Jasmina stood at the packhouse entrance. Waiting.She'd received Theo's message yesterday. Short. Direct. "Bringing them home. Arrive tomorrow. Elara wants to meet you first."Now here they were. Twenty exiled women. Coming home after years of isolation.Led by Theo's sister.The group stopped fifty yards from the packhouse. Organized. Cautious. Ready to run if needed.One woman stepped forward. Mid-twenties. Short dark hair. Scars on her arms. Eyes that had seen too much.Elara.Jasmina recognized her from Theo's description. But also from something deeper. A kinship. The look of someone who'd been betrayed by their own pack."Alpha Supreme Jasmina," Elara said. Not quite respectful. Not quite challenging

Alpha Marcus Greythorn arrived with fifty wolves. All warriors. All armed. All arranged in formation outside the packhouse gates."That's a declaration of war," Jetstar said, watching from the window. "He brought enough fighters to take the packhouse by force."Jasmina's heart pounded. "Are we under attack?""Not yet. But he's making a point. Showing you what happens if he decides you're unfit.""Get our warriors ready. Quietly. I don't want to escalate unless he forces it."Jetstar left quickly.Jasmina stood at the window. Watching fifty Mountain Ridge wolves standing in perfect military formation.Waiting.The baby kicked frantically. Sensing danger. Magic pulsed under her skin."Not now," she whispered. "Please not now."She breathed deep. Pushed the magic down. Focused.Alpha Marcus approached the gates alone. Left his army behind.He was older than Erik. Maybe seventy. B