Adam/lucifer Ao3 Novels & Stories

Max looked at Lord Lucian and King Darius with a raised eyebrow. Lucian just shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. Amber on the other hand is crying her heart out, not noticing that Lucifer is healing. His blood came back inside his body. All his fractured bones were healed. His skin too is healing from the road rash. Lucifer now comes to his conscience and slowly opens his eyes. He looked at Amber, who is laying her head on his chest and is crying uncontrollably. He looked around him and noticed Lucian, Max, and Melanie standing there with sheepish looks.

LUTHER I feel a tightening in the back of my throat, as I blink at Alf in utmost shock. "Did I get the English word right?" Alf squints. "A predator, he likes fucking chil–" "You got the word right, Alf. What I don't understand is how a big ice hockey star gets to be one and also a predator!" Alf lets out a sad laugh and gets into the storage room. He drops the bags, and then he stands with his hands akimbo.

I asked while tightening my arms around him. "Did I freaking miss a human in our company!" Lucifer shouted, his voice sounding drunk. "Well, I have a wife. I don't WANT to hug others." Adrian said, sounding apologetically. "That's funny." I noted, leaning back, "Because Sam over here is married, and he-"

“You’d protect a child born to house monsters—more than you ever protected me?” “I would die for him,” Lucian said simply. “But you—I don’t even recognize anymore.” That broke something in Luca. He screamed—and unleashed a blast of corrupted flame, black and red, so large it consumed the clearing. Lucian stood his ground. He lifted both hands, palms open—and the flames curved around him, like they feared him, like they refused to touch him. Then, with a guttural roar, Lucian lifted into the air. Wings spread. Fangs gleaming. And his body shone with divine fire.

I draw closer to the edge of the bed taking her tiny hands in mine, “I know you might not believe me right now but I will spend the rest of my life if possible showing you how much you mean to me.” She gives me a long look and replies, “I now know that I deserve so much more, prove your words to me, then I might consider giving you a chance.” “I'll prove it to you, I promise”, I answer with conviction. “You can come in now, idiot, and quit eavesdropping”, I tell Aldin through the mindlink. “Whatever, you are lucky to have me”, he answers as he steps into the room. “Well, well, how are you doing, pretty Luna?”Aldin said cheerfully, “Oops, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Handsome Aldin, Kae

x Lucifer was no ordinary demon; he was the first to fall, the architect of rebellion, and the embodiment of forbidden beauty. The light-bringer turned dark king, his presence was both intoxicating and overwhelming. His eyes burned like twin suns on the verge of collapse, a golden fire encased in endless darkness. His voice was low, rich, and melodic, carrying the weight of eons and the promises of ruin.

Lucian struggled on his knees pleading to Igatus. "Well, I refuse. They all have to be discarded. Even you, so worry about yourself and not them. You have always been an idiot. Abandoning all the power and freedom you could have for a human. What do you even know about love?" Igatus fired back at Lucian? He took a silver blade and stabbed Lucian in his heart. Lucian falls to the ground dead. The fire was growing, I still couldn't make the chains budge. I knew why I felt weak. The chains and cells were laced with wolfbane. It was what was making me weak. I couldn't watch Aden and the others die.

"The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I give it to a Lycan who isn't registered... the vault self-destructs anyway..." Ivan sighed, setting the parchment down. He stood up, walking slowly toward the hanging merchant. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a swirling, milky-white liquid—the Feral’s Kiss, a highly illegal neurotoxin derived from the nightshade of the southern swamps. In small doses, it caused agonizing pain; in large doses, it permanently shattered a Lycan or human’s cognitive mind, reducing them to a mindless, drooling husk.

Looking at her, taking in every motion, noticing the beads of sweat trickle down her forehead to the tip of her nose, from her nose it forms into a droplet of sweat, then collides with the hardwood floor. “Mate” Fenrir states again, the second time in my head. “NO” I said, snapping myself back into reality. How could the moon goddess give me such a fated mate. Slamming the door shut I quickly begin my descension down the staircase. Fenrir pushing me to go back to her, overjoyed with the scent of his mate; I can’t blame him. Part of being lycan is accepting the fact that part of you is primal. Something you can’t control, but someone you can always count on. How can we smell our mate, and we