Todos los capítulos de Lucian's Undoing : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER 2Lucian had felt it—a searing, sudden pain that tore through his chest like claws. Not physical, not even psychic. Just… wrong. Something was wrong. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t ignore it.He left without a word, slipping into the night. The city blurred past him as he followed the pulse—something in his bones guiding him. It led him to a goddamn alley.And that’s when he saw them.Three men.One boy.They surrounded him like jackals, knives glinting in the dim light, laughter sharp and cruel. The scent of Elias’s fear hit him first—raw, bitter, and far too familiar.Lucian didn’t remember moving.One heartbeat they were standing, jeering.The next—ripped apart. Torn to pieces. Screams cut short. Blood painted the concrete like art.Lucian stood amidst the wreckage, chest heaving. His hands were drenched in crimson. It dripped from his knuckles, slid down his wrist. His heart was still hammering, not from the kill—but from what nearly happened.To him.Elias.The boy stood

CHAPTER 4"Zah’reth nujta, veth riel."Deep, echoing, in a language older than the stars."Zah’reth nujta, veth riel!"The voice again—louder, harsher. A command. A curse.Lucian stood in the middle of a blackened field, the sky above him cracked with veins of red lightning. Smoke curled from the ground, thick and acrid, tasting of blood and ashes. The air pulsed with unseen power—heavy, suffocating.Figures moved around him, cloaked in tattered robes, their faces hidden. They spoke rapidly, each word dripping like venom."Velan thros di’akar. Shira veth sul!”Their chants twisted the very air, making it hum and ripple.Lucian’s heart thundered against his ribs. His fingers twitched by his side, aching for a weapon he did not remember holding.In front of him, Elias knelt—but it wasn’t Elias, not truly.This version of him was clothed in something strange—elegant, ceremonial, stained dark at the edges with what could only be blood.His eyes—those damnable, unforgettable eyes—shone wit

The fork whistled through the air, striking the wall with a vicious thunk an inch from Tristan's head.Tristan let out a high, startled cry, flinching so hard he nearly toppled from his chair.Lucian's voice followed, low and disdainful."Watch your tongue, before I tear it from your skull."Tristan coughed, red-faced, smoothing back his hair with a shaking hand."Temper, temper," he wheezed. "We're all friends here, aren't we?"Lucian said nothing. His eyes — cold, crimson, and pitiless — pinned Tristan like a specimen.At the head of the long, dark table sat Lord Sebastian Everstone, Tristan’s father — his posture rigid, his hands neatly folded atop the polished mahogany as though he were attending a church service, not a meeting soaked in thinly veiled bloodlust."Enough childishness," Lord Everstone said, his tone crisp, historical — the voice of ancient nobility, polished sharp over centuries."We are not here to bicker. We are here to retrieve what is ours."Lucian tilted his hea

The Hall of Ascendancy shimmered with light not born of sun nor flame.Thousands of delicate bulbs — small, crystalline vessels — floated in perfect rows, suspended midair, each pulsing gently with contained power.At the center of the hall, a long table of molten gold stretched endlessly, where the Elders of the Heavenlies sat, cloaked in robes of silver and blue.A younger scribe, barely more than a fledgling, moved down the rows, counting carefully under his breath."One thousand, three hundred, and thirty-seven..." he murmured, brow furrowed, his fingers glowing faintly as he tallied.He reached the end of the final row and froze.A space — a single, perfect space — sat empty among the bulbs.His heart nearly stopped."Elder Samael," he called, his voice shaking, "something is... amiss."Across the hall, Samael rose from his seat, his face unreadable."What is it?" he demanded, already moving with frightening speed.The scribe bowed low, pointing with a trembling hand."One is miss

Lucian stood motionless, staring at the lifeless form of the creature that now lay crumpled on the floor. Its ethereal, glowing eyes were dim, its massive wings crushed beneath its twisted body. . He clenched his fists, pushing down the rage that simmered within him. This thing had been here, lurking in the shadows, trying to drain Elias’s life force—and for what? A mere pawn for Isadora? No. Lucian would make sure she regretted ever touching Elias.Turning on his heel, Lucian’s gaze shifted to the bed where Elias lay, his breathing still shallow. Elias’s face was pale, drenched in sweat, his lips parted.Lucian’s fingers twitched, the urge to touch him almost overwhelming. But instead, he stood at the edge of the bed, watching the rise and fall of Elias’s chest.Elias stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Lucian’s heart skipped a beat as their gazes met. Lucian couldn’t stand to see him like this. Elias had been through enough.Lucian leaned down, brushing his lips over Elias’s forehead